The Lich's Horde by Doug Dandridge

Author:Doug Dandridge [Dandridge, Doug]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Spring came quickly. One day there was still a chill in the air, the next the sun shone down with a glowing warmth. They was still a little bite in the air, but it was countered by the budding flowers on the trees and the songs of the birds.

Marcus sat his horse with his fellow masters beside him, watching as the army passed by. He distantly remembered winters from his childhood, a time when the snows were deep and there was little to do except make sure the sheltered animals had their day’s fodder. Aegypt didn’t have winter, at least not what most people north of them would recognize as such. He blood was thin from living in that land, and he had shivered through this one. Still, in one way he was happy that they had winter on this continent, since the undead hadn’t been active during the cold.

They were now over twelve hundred miles from the capital, a thousand as the bird flew. Twenty miles a day for over two months, and they were still not to the land of the Franks. And by now the undead would again be active.

“The king says we are almost to the border of the land of the Franks,” said Master Aepep, walking his horse up to those of the younger mages.

Marcus nodded, thinking of the lands they had passed through. First those of the Angles, taking on some few of their men, while the force of the Iberians joined them there, swelling the ranks. Next that of the Bretans. Now they were almost through the lands of the Geats. Men in armor had joined them at each kingdom. The people had a different look about them in each land, the buildings of a different design. Marcus would have liked to spend some time in each of the kingdoms, learning about them and their ways, but they hadn’t the time. He thought he might like to take his time coming back to the lands of the Eirish to learn about these different peoples, if he was still alive.

“And the Eirish gods are still with us?” Bastet, looking over at Aepep.

“That is what the priests are saying,” announced the master. “They say that there are enough of Morrigan’s worshippers here in the army, along with the priests. And the gods of the west are in agreement that they need to stop their constant bickering until Erlic is beaten.”

To Marcus’ way of thinking that was good. They would need all of the help they could get on this campaign. The gods bickering among themselves would not be helpful at all.

“We have company,” said Ankhu, pointing a finger to the east, where the intersection of their road with a southern artery sat. A group of men were riding up the road, nobles by the look of them, while light cavalry stopped to the side, and a larger body of horsemen followed a couple of hundred yards behind. A body of their own people were riding back along the army to meet with the newcomers.

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