The two priestesses paused panting in a hazel coppice. Nothing seemed to be following them but Mori was still not satisfied. They were almost within sight of the city gates, but both of them were breathing hard. The baby was still wide awake but placidly looking about. Whilst they recovered their breath, Daisy rigged up a sling for it with the fabric of her tabard. They could hear the noise of the gate traffic through the quiet of the forest night. Voices, involved in what could generously be termed ‘a spirited exchange’ but was more akin to an argument, carried through the air. The priestesses, aware that they were extremely vulnerable held fast where they stood and listened.“I said dismount and state you’re business,” bellowed the gate Sergeant again. Krieg just looked at him, his white
