Chapter 568: One Shall Follow the Other
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Chapter 568: One Shall Follow the Other
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The next day's patrol proved as eventless yesterdays. It seemed the Khivans had retreated to lick their wounds, pulling further back and abandoning the immediate area to the Asterians. Neither Martel and Eleanor nor any of the patrols made by the regular legionaries saw any sign of the enemy. While Martel knew this would not last, it heartened him to know that something good had come from the assault upon the outpost.
The Khivan cannons were truly fearsome, and being trapped behind walls under assault from such monstrous weapons inspired dread in him, but at least their subsequent victory had bought them some days of peace. With luck, it would last until the end of summer. Once the trees lost their leaves and the days grew cold, fighting in the woods would slow down on its own accord.
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Returning to the outpost, Martel and Eleanor trudged past those very cannons to reach their tent. After the battle, the three conquered weapons had been hauled into the camp to serve as a monument of their victory. Sitting atop one of them was Wulfstan. Seeing the returning mages, the spy jumped down with a smile. "Sir Martel, good to see you have returned in one piece. I hear you took my advice to conduct your patrols without any legionaries to slow you down."
Martel had forgotten about that conversation, though it did ring true. "Yeah. Thanks," he said as they walked past.
"Might you have a moment to spare? I should like to ask you some questions about the battle and specifically your heroic endeavour in destroying these weapons." He patted the barrel of the nearest cannon.
Martel gave Eleanor a look and a nod, indicating he would catch up to her. "What is it?" he asked of Wulfstan.
"Obviously, I have little understanding of magic. I was hoping you could explain to a layman how exactly you were able to destroy the cannons. I have been told you did this without casting any visible spell, and such knowledge could prove very useful."
As for William, I will not even get into it. Juliet is doing so well as a brewster, I could not be prouder. Everybody in Engby praises her ale, except the hatmaker, but only because he is offended that she spurned his son, and I told him as much. Father Julius is giving me a disapproving look as I say this, but he better write it exactly as I tell him.
Mira has been moping about since the wedding. Not because she is upset about that, but a boy from a neighbouring village apparently has yet to visit, even though he claimed he would. I told her that I did not wish to know, but I certainly hope another wedding would not already be on the horizon. I have yet to recover from the last one, and until Tora begins sleeping through the night, I probably will not.
Write soon and tell me more. I received your letter about your posting. Such a shame it could not be up north. Are you well? What do they feed you in a camp like that, down south? Be sure to treat this Eleanor girl politely with all the trouble she has looking after you.
Love,
Your mother
"Good news?" Eleanor asked from outside the tent.
"My niece will be called Tora," Martel replied. "And my mother tells me to treat you nicely."
"She sounds like a wise woman."
Smiling, Martel folded the letter together and placed it under his pillow.
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Chapter 568: One Shall Follow the Other
One Shall Follow the OtherVisit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
The next day's patrol proved as eventless yesterdays. It seemed the Khivans had retreated to lick their wounds, pulling further back and abandoning the immediate area to the Asterians. Neither Martel and Eleanor nor any of the patrols made by the regular legionaries saw any sign of the enemy. While Martel knew this would not last, it heartened him to know that something good had come from the assault upon the outpost.
The Khivan cannons were truly fearsome, and being trapped behind walls under assault from such monstrous weapons inspired dread in him, but at least their subsequent victory had bought them some days of peace. With luck, it would last until the end of summer. Once the trees lost their leaves and the days grew cold, fighting in the woods would slow down on its own accord.
***
Returning to the outpost, Martel and Eleanor trudged past those very cannons to reach their tent. After the battle, the three conquered weapons had been hauled into the camp to serve as a monument of their victory. Sitting atop one of them was Wulfstan. Seeing the returning mages, the spy jumped down with a smile. "Sir Martel, good to see you have returned in one piece. I hear you took my advice to conduct your patrols without any legionaries to slow you down."
Martel had forgotten about that conversation, though it did ring true. "Yeah. Thanks," he said as they walked past.
"Might you have a moment to spare? I should like to ask you some questions about the battle and specifically your heroic endeavour in destroying these weapons." He patted the barrel of the nearest cannon.
Martel gave Eleanor a look and a nod, indicating he would catch up to her. "What is it?" he asked of Wulfstan.
"Obviously, I have little understanding of magic. I was hoping you could explain to a layman how exactly you were able to destroy the cannons. I have been told you did this without casting any visible spell, and such knowledge could prove very useful."
As for William, I will not even get into it. Juliet is doing so well as a brewster, I could not be prouder. Everybody in Engby praises her ale, except the hatmaker, but only because he is offended that she spurned his son, and I told him as much. Father Julius is giving me a disapproving look as I say this, but he better write it exactly as I tell him.
Mira has been moping about since the wedding. Not because she is upset about that, but a boy from a neighbouring village apparently has yet to visit, even though he claimed he would. I told her that I did not wish to know, but I certainly hope another wedding would not already be on the horizon. I have yet to recover from the last one, and until Tora begins sleeping through the night, I probably will not.
Write soon and tell me more. I received your letter about your posting. Such a shame it could not be up north. Are you well? What do they feed you in a camp like that, down south? Be sure to treat this Eleanor girl politely with all the trouble she has looking after you.
Love,
Your mother
"Good news?" Eleanor asked from outside the tent.
"My niece will be called Tora," Martel replied. "And my mother tells me to treat you nicely."
"She sounds like a wise woman."
Smiling, Martel folded the letter together and placed it under his pillow.
Chapter 568: One Shall Follow the OtherOne Shall Follow the OtherVisit noveLbin.com for the best novel reading experienceThe next day's patrol proved as eventless yesterdays. It seemed the Khivans had retreated to lick their wounds, pulling further back and abandoning the immediate area to the Asterians. Neither Martel and Eleanor nor any of the patrols made by the regular legionaries saw any sign of the enemy. While Martel knew this would not last, it heartened him to know that something good had come from the assault upon the outpost.The Khivan cannons were truly fearsome, and being trapped behind walls under assault from such monstrous weapons inspired dread in him, but at least their subsequent victory had bought them some days of peace. With luck, it would last until the end of summer. Once the trees lost their leaves and the days grew cold, fighting in the woods would slow down on its own accord.***Returning to the outpost, Martel and Eleanor trudged past those very cannons to reach their tent. After the battle, the three conquered weapons had been hauled into the camp to serve as a monument of their victory. Sitting atop one of them was Wulfstan. Seeing the returning mages, the spy jumped down with a smile. "Sir Martel, good to see you have returned in one piece. I hear you took my advice to conduct your patrols without any legionaries to slow you down."Martel had forgotten about that conversation, though it did ring true. "Yeah. Thanks," he said as they walked past."Might you have a moment to spare? I should like to ask you some questions about the battle and specifically your heroic endeavour in destroying these weapons." He patted the barrel of the nearest cannon.Martel gave Eleanor a look and a nod, indicating he would catch up to her. "What is it?" he asked of Wulfstan."Obviously, I have little understanding of magic. I was hoping you could explain to a layman how exactly you were able to destroy the cannons. I have been told you did this without casting any visible spell, and such knowledge could prove very useful."As for William, I will not even get into it. Juliet is doing so well as a brewster, I could not be prouder. Everybody in Engby praises her ale, except the hatmaker, but only because he is offended that she spurned his son, and I told him as much. Father Julius is giving me a disapproving look as I say this, but he better write it exactly as I tell him.Mira has been moping about since the wedding. Not because she is upset about that, but a boy from a neighbouring village apparently has yet to visit, even though he claimed he would. I told her that I did not wish to know, but I certainly hope another wedding would not already be on the horizon. I have yet to recover from the last one, and until Tora begins sleeping through the night, I probably will not.Write soon and tell me more. I received your letter about your posting. Such a shame it could not be up north. Are you well? What do they feed you in a camp like that, down south? Be sure to treat this Eleanor girl politely with all the trouble she has looking after you.Love,Your mother"Good news?" Eleanor asked from outside the tent."My niece will be called Tora," Martel replied. "And my mother tells me to treat you nicely.""She sounds like a wise woman."Smiling, Martel folded the letter together and placed it under his pillow.
