Chapter 42On the other battlefield, the two great hosts were moving apart. The Serens moving from line to column and marching eastward back towards Whendrak, the Bethlarii dispersing and scattering to their various homes. The battle unfought.
As Menedrion had raised his lance to give the signal to advance, Feranc had laid a hand on his arm, untypically excited.
‘No,’ he had said. ‘Not yet. Their line’s going to break. If we attack they’ll unite again, for sure.’
And even as he spoke, the Bethlarii line began to disintegrate.
Within the hour, ghalers, under flags of truce, had brought the news to Menedrion.
‘There has been growing discontent at the increasing power of the priests,’ was their gist. ‘Few of us wanted this conflict, and fewer still applauded the manner of its making. Now
