TWENTY-ONE
Making a Stand
SUMMER 965 MC
Gerald saw their looks of exhaustion as the men marched past, yet there was no sign of defeat. They had bested an unbeatable enemy, and although they'd been forced to withdraw, their morale remained high.
Hayley rode up from the rear of the column.
"Any sign of them?" he asked.
"Not at present," she replied. "They appear to be content with holding their position. You don't suppose they're summoning more spirits, do you?"
"They can't, remember? We brought our dead with us."
"Then where are they?"
He grunted. "Likely trying to decipher our next move. Tell me, if you were Leofric, or rather that… thing, what would you do?"
"I'd push on. His warriors don't need to rest, but ours do. If he catches us at the end of a long march, he'll have half t
