Warriors of the Veil by Jill Williamson

Author:Jill Williamson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy;FIC042080;FIC009030;FIC009020
ISBN: 9781441230850
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2018-01-26T16:00:00+00:00

Trevn and his King’s Guards rode out the palisade gate and onto the snowy plain. To the east of the river, hundreds of soldiers were slowly forming into ranks. The day was bright and cool, the sun hidden behind a hazy sky. Wet snow packed hard under the horses’ hooves.

Trevn checked in with Sir Keshton, whose scouts put Rogedoth’s army less than an hour out. Madam Kempe’s report from the Veil matched this. Trevn and his men rode along the line, greeting the soldiers and thanking them for their service, one of which was the bannerman who was carrying his Book of Arman in a pack on his back.

Trevn admired Armania’s blue uniforms and banners, the latter of which had been remade to depict his new insignia—a circle of flying Nesher birds. That is what Armania would soon be: free.

Sharpened stakes had been driven into the ground along their side of the river, but Trevn couldn’t imagine an army charging through that deep water. Recent snowfall and warmer temperatures had left the water swelling up the banks.

They reached the forest on the northern end of Mishor Field. Timber cracked as a huge barktree fell, whipping past evergreens, breaking their branches, and dropping out of sight. Silence reigned for a moment, and Trevn heard the distant chops of other axes. The general wanted more trees downed in the forest to stop the enemy sneaking through. The archers had pounded their own stakes into the ground around them, making a protective barrier to hinder mounted attacks against them.

Trumpets caught Trevn’s attention, and he and his men rode back to the center of the field, where General Ensley had positioned himself.

“Our enemy comes,” the general said, nodding across the river.

Already? Trevn turned his horse and could barely see movement in the distance. “Madam Kempe?” he voiced. “What do you see?”

“The front lines are mostly compelled Puru. Kinsman soldiers are positioned toward the rear. And there is a new section of mounted giants. Then a single line of mounted riders, perhaps fifty, with Rogedoth at the center with his mantics. The back line is archers—again, mostly Puru. I think there are about three hundred of them. There are quite a few of the rat birds flying above them. The creatures seem drawn to Master Rogedoth. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Trevn had. Somehow Rogedoth had learned Charlon’s magic.

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