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barrel down from the mountains, destroying
everything in their path in a mighty wave that
would flow to Oakwald itself. The lowest
levels of the keep, the gate that opened onto
the plain, would be wholly submerged.
So the dam had stayed, and the grassy plain
with it.
The ruks settled themselves in neat rows,
and Chaol and Yrene watched from the
battlements, other sentries breaking from their
posts to join them, as the riders began setting
up camp with whatever supplies their mounts
had carried. The healers would be brought up
later, though a few might remain down in
their camp until Morath’s legion arrived.
Two dark shapes soared overhead, and the
sentries fell back to their posts as Nesryn and
Sartaq landed on the battlement wall, a small
falcon alighting beside the former’s ruk.
Falkan Ennar, then.