a battle before that, but they’d sleep well
tonight. And Aedion would refuse to move
them tomorrow. Perhaps the day after that,
too. “How many lost?”
“Less than five hundred.”
“Good.”
Aedion bristled at the approval. It wasn’t
Darrow’s own army, wasn’t even Aedion’s.
“What did you want that warranted us to
haul ass up here so quickly?”
“I wanted to discuss the battle with you.
Hear what you learned.”
Aedion gritted his teeth. “I’ll write a report
for you, then.” He gathered the reins, readying
to steer his horse back to the camp. “My men
need shelter.”
Darrow nodded firmly, as if unaware of the
exhausting march he’d demanded. “At dawn,
we meet. Send word to the other lords.”
“Send your own messenger.”
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