CHAPTER 106

Through the ancient, forgotten pathways of
Oakwald, through the Perranth Mountains, the
Lord of the North and Little Folk had led
them. Swift and unfaltering, racing against
doom, they had made their last push
northward.
They had barely stopped to rest. Had left
any unnecessary supplies behind.
The ruk scouts had not dared to fly ahead
for fear of being discovered by Morath. For
fear of ruining the advantage in surprise.
Six days of marching, that great army
hurrying behind her.