SEVEN
Resistance
WINTER 965 MC
Toby Whitaker looked down at his waterlogged boots, noticing the seams were beginning to wear thin. And to make matters worse, the constant trudging through the snow had turned his feet numb.
"I hate this," he said, his breath frosting in the air before him. "Why couldn't we wait until spring?"
His older companion smiled, showing off his missing teeth. "Now, now," said Angus. "Our job is to fight when we're told, not complain about every minor inconvenience."
"Inconvenience? I could lose my toes!"
"We'll rest soon, then you can warm yourself up."
Toby glanced at the troops in front of them. "Don't they ever tire?"
Angus followed his gaze. The mail-clad warriors of Prince Tarak kept a steady pace despite the cold weather, surprising considering where
