The army of the east marched on. Gerald kept them at a brisk pace, fearful that he wouldn't arrive on time. They marched in three columns, close enough to come to each other's aid if needed. He, himself, rode at the head of the centre column but kept casting nervous glances north and south to the parallel troop movements.
"How long till we see the enemy?" he called out.
Revi Bloom, who sat astride a horse, closed his eyes, his mind drifting toward his familiar. "We're getting close," he answered. "Beyond that wood ahead of us is a hill. They've got some scouts on it, but the main army is farther back. Are we going through the woods?"
"No," said Gerald. "We'll head southwest. I want to come around the southern end of the trees. You said earlier there was a plain there?"
"Yes," confirmed
