Summer 965 MC
Gerald held the map higher, the better to see it in the waning light.
"This is not much of a map," he complained.
"It is the best we have," replied Commander Lanaka. "It appears map-making is not a particularly valuable skill in Norland."
"This road here"—he pointed—"are you sure it goes all the way to Ravensguard?"
"It does indeed, my friend. My men have ridden all the way to the outskirts of the fortress."
"And how far is that, would you say?"
The Kurathian thought for a moment before answering. "A hundred miles, at least, but the terrain is mostly flat with little cover, making an ambush quite unlikely. Getting to Ravensguard will not be the problem, but getting inside of it? That"s a task I don"t relish."
"And yet we must," said Gerald. "The mere presence of enemy
