Chapter 41Ivaroth struck the messenger a vicious backhanded blow that knocked him from his horse.
‘Endryn, Greynyr, to me,’ he shouted, and pausing only to sweep the blind man up behind him, he spurred his horse forward.
His two lieutenants caught up with him as he ploughed recklessly through the crowd of riders, striking out and swearing profusely at anyone who was slow in moving out of his way.
His face was a mask of fury and it was some time before Endryn dared risk a question.
‘What’s happened?’ he asked eventually.
Ivaroth waved a clenched fist forward. ‘Those donkeys and asses in the vanguard have got themselves ambushed,’ he shouted angrily. ‘Thirty dead before they knew what was happening according to that whingeing messenger!’
‘We must be careful, Mareth Hai,’ Endryn said te
