“For Saint’s sake,” said Marlena. “This place is huge!”
“It is,” agreed Charlaine, “but we must get closer if we are to ascertain numbers.”
“There’s some high ground off to the south that might provide us a better view.”
“Good idea.”
They left the stream behind, climbing up a heavily wooded hill that made progress slow but provided them with a convenient cover from which to observe the enemy’s encampment. Finally, they settled in amongst the foliage, peering down at the sprawling Halvarian army.
“Interesting,” said Marlena. “The tents are all in perfectly straight rows.”
“Our knights use a similar pattern.”
“Yes, but these are evenly spaced as if every tent peg was measured precisely.”
“I imagine that’s part of their effort to enforce unanimity,” said Charlaine. She pointed farther
