"They are efficient, if nothing else," Brynn said sarcastically.
She stood next to Pagonel on the battlement of Dharyan- Dharielle, looking out over the southern sands where the great army of Jacintha had assembled under the dual banners of Chezru and, amazingly, the Abellican Church.
"Yatol De Hamman must have come straight from Avrou Eesa," Pagonel agreed. "I would have expected him to turn his attention to the south to solidify all of Behren under Yatol Wadon first." Still, the mystic gave a sigh of relief that they had not been caught unawares. In addition to the forces Brynn had ordered mustered at the plateau divide, the woman had sent out some of her own garrison commanders and the dragon Agradeleous to organize the line.
"You believe that he erred?" Brynn's hopeful look, the woman grasping at a possible weakness, reminded Pagonel of just how young and inexperienced she was.
"That, or we have underestimated the power of Jacintha with the addition of Abbot Olin's forces," the mystic answered, and he made it clear with his tone that he thought the latter the more likely scenario. "Few of Behren's western cities gave allegiance to Yatol Bardoh, and so with Avrou Eesa gone over to Jacintha, Yatol De Hamman might well believe - and might well be correct in believing - that Behren is once again under the great tent of Jacintha. Still, even if that is true, I would have expected Yatol De Hamman to move more cautiously before marching with such numbers to Dharyan-Dharielle."
"Abbot Olin wants all of traditional Behren back, it would seem," said Brynn, and Pagonel saw the hints of fires light behind her rich brown eyes, those same old simmering fires that had propelled the woman to victory over the Behrenese.
"It is not Abbot Olin who truly concerns me," the mystic said. "But rather, your friend who is now king."
"We do not know where Aydrian truly stands with all of this," came a defensive reply. "He may not even know of Olin's moves upon Jacintha."
"Abbot Olin came in with ten thousand Honce-the-Bear soldiers," Pagonel reminded.
"Most mercenaries."
"But all marching under the new flag of Aydrian's kingdom. And Abbot Olin was supported by the fleet of Honce-the-Bear. If Abbot Olin, who is not even the Father Abbot of the Abellican Church, can muster that strength on his own, then I would guess that your friend's kingdom is in true turmoil."
Brynn's expression told the mystic that he had won the point.
"Riders," Brynn remarked, motioning to the side, where a group of soldiers had broken away from De Hamman's gathered force and were running their mounts hard for Dharyan-Dharielle's southern gate. Brynn started off toward that gate, with Pagonel right behind, and they arrived at the battlement atop the eastern gatetower just as the group of riders pulled up outside. They carried three flags: that of Jacintha, that of the Abellican evergreen symbol, and that of truce. They walked their mounts right up before the closed gate.
"I bring great tidings!" cried the man centering the group, a burly Behrenese warrior, though not a Chezhou-Lei. He wore a great moustache that ran down from the sides of his lips and off his chin in tightly wound braids. His hair was black and bushy, sticking out all about his head from under the band of his turban.
"Deliver them, then!" Brynn cried back before the gatekeeper could answer.
The Behrenese soldier looked up at her, and recognition flashed on his swarthy features. "Dragon of To-gai!" he called. "My master, Yatol De Hamman, bids me inform you, with great joy, that Behren is united once again!"
Brynn turned a nervous glance over at Pagonel.
"We send our gratitude to you again, Dragon of To-gai, for your assistance in turning the battle against those who would have denied Yatol Mado Wadon of Jacintha the crown," the courier continued. "My master and his masters relay that they are indebted." As he finished, he dipped a polite bow, bending over the side of his roan horse's neck.
"Masters," Brynn said softly, so that only Pagonel could hear. "Not master."
"Abbot Olin has done well for himself," the mystic dryly replied.
"I speak for To-gai, and To-gai wishes Yatol Mado Wadon well as he seeks to lead Behren from the turmoil of war's aftermath," Brynn called down to the man. "But I am confused as to why your Yatol De Hamman sees fit to march upon Dharyan-Dharielle with his army."
"To march upon?" the man echoed doubtfully. "No, my good lady of To-gai.
Yatol De Hamman wished to personally deliver to you the news of our great victory and of Behren's reunification. Thus we have marched north before turning east to our homes."
"Relay my congratulations to Yatol De Hamman, then," said Brynn. "And I bid you all speed and good fortune on your long march eastward."
The man assumed a pensive pose, then, as if she had caught him off his guard.
"Good lady," he called up a few moments later, "are not the gates of Dharyan-Dharielle open to Behrenese and To-gai-ru alike? By agreement and by word, is your city not an open city?"
"It is."
A wide smile erupted under that great moustache. "Then we bid you throw wide your gates and allow us admittance. We would rest and resupply, and commence the revelry of our great victory with our allies, the To-gai- ru!"
Brynn turned to Pagonel. "Well," she said, "there is a twist. The aggressor wishes the gates thrown wide."
"It would be far easier for Yatol De Hamman to send word to Jacintha that Behren's old border has been restored if he did not have to fight his way over your strengthened wall," Pagonel replied.
"Then you believe that De Hamman has paid us this visit for more than a courtesy call?"
Pagonel looked back over the southern sands to the great assembled force.
"If Behren is truly secured and his intentions are as his courier has stated, then why would he come here with ten thousand warriors? Dharyan- Dharielle could not resupply them all in any short order, and Yatol De Hamman knows that. Nor is Dharyan-Dharielle a considerably easier march from Avrou Eesa than Jacintha itself. He has crossed a huge expanse of open desert to come to pay you a visit, my friend."
"Whereas his march back to Jacintha from Avrou Eesa would have been along a defined road, lined by oases," Brynn finished the reasoning.
"So will you open wide your gates?"
"As soon as I have finished opening the horse corral for the wolf pack,"
a determined Brynn replied, and she looked back out at the courier. "We have not the facilities for so large a force," she called. "Our stables alone would be overwhelmed. Nor do we have sufficient supplies on hand to carry such a force all the way to Jacintha. Twoscore at a time, you may enter and resupply."
The man hesitated. "My master, Yatol De Hamman wishes to be done here more quickly than that, I fear," he called. "He bids that you throw wide your gates, as per your agreement with Yatol Mado Wadon upon the treaty between our countries that ceded Dharyan into your province. We will not tarry long about your fair city, Dragon of To-gai. We have horses needing shoeing and waterskins for dipping."
"Indeed," Brynn replied. "And so you shall have your needs fulfilled - twoscore at a time."
"But my master - "
"Those are the terms, courier."
"There is a treaty here to be considered."
"And so I have," Brynn replied, her voice strong and firm. "Twoscore at a time."
The courier started to respond, but apparently thought the better of it.
He motioned to his men and they wheeled their horses about and went galloping back to the Behrenese line.
Brynn looked to Pagonel and the mystic nodded his approval. Then she looked past him, to one of her guard commanders, and said quietly, "Muster all the warriors, but keep them below the wall top. Send the signalers to the towers."
"What word shall they send?"
"None as yet," Brynn explained. "Tanalk Grenk and his warriors are not far, nor is Agradeleous. If we need them, they will come with all speed."
The commander nodded and hustled away.
"Yatol De Hamman will waste no time," Pagonel remarked a few moments later, when the couriers were almost back to the distant Behrenese line.
"You believe he will dare to attack?"
"Or encircle," the mystic replied. "Yatol De Hamman would not take this initiative on his own - particularly not with soldiers of Honce-the-Bear among his ranks. He comes here under orders from Yatol Wadon."
"And Abbot Olin."
"Likely," the mystic agreed.
"But to what end? Does Abbot Olin act so boldly as to begin a war with To-gai before Behren is even properly secured? Were we not declared as allies only a few weeks ago in Yatol Mado Wadon's own palace?"
"We do not know if our fears are correct," Pagonel replied. "Perhaps this is, as the courier said, an honest visit."
Even as he spoke, though, the distant forces began to stir, moving left and right with practiced precision, widening the line as if preparing a charge.
"Perhaps the leaders of Jacintha now wish to test you for themselves. I hold no doubt that Abbot Olin's designs are imperialistic, and if that is the case, he surely desires this city returned to Behren."
"We held off the Behrenese once before," came a determined reply, but the woman's gritty resolve seemed less apparent when she turned to face the knowing Pagonel once more.
"The fall of Chezru Chieftain Yakim Douan precipitated the Behrenese retreat more than any victory won here," Pagonel said quietly. "How long would you have held off Yatol Tohen Bardoh if Jacintha had not recalled her forces?"
"True enough," Brynn admitted. "And now they are reinforced by gemstone- wielding Abellicans and the armored warriors of the northland." She paused a moment to reflect. "I trusted Yatol Wadon. Was that my error?"
"You could not have foreseen the insinuation of Abbot Olin's designs,"
Pagonel said to her.
From the center of the Behrenese line came forth another group of riders, this one centered by the familiar figure of Yatol De Hamman.
"Brynn Dharielle!" he called when he neared the gate. "What folly is this? Was our cause not one and the same when you ventured to Jacintha to aid in the struggle against Tohen Bardoh and the dog Peridan? Was it not your own fine sword that took the head of the hated Bardoh?"
"Indeed, Yatol, it was, and we were allied as you say," Brynn replied.
"And so I am perplexed to see an army of Yatol Wadon's Jacintha assembled before the gates of my city."
She started to go on, but Pagonel nudged her. "Not publicly," he whispered.
Brynn looked back to De Hamman and motioned for him to wait, then she and Pagonel moved down the tower's staircase and out the small door set beside the city's great gate.
The mystic noted that De Hamman did not dismount as he and Brynn approached.
"You understand that we are friends, do you not?" De Hamman asked from his seat on high. "Despite our differences in Avrou Eesa, the name of Brynn Dharielle is not known as an enemy to Yatol Wadon's Behren."
"And how is it known to Abbot Olin's Behren?" Brynn replied, and Pagonel nudged her again.
"Your present kingdom is confusing to us, Yatol," Pagonel quickly added to quell the mounting antagonism. "You have struck so quickly and decisively that we are still trying to discern the source of such momentum."
"We wish Behren restored - is that any surprise to you, Jhesta Tu?" the Yatol replied, and he turned a rather angry look over Brynn. "Abbot Olin has aided us in that cause as an ally, as we believed that Brynn and To- gai were our allies."
"And so we were, and so we are, if your goal is to restore your kingdom to a peaceful state under the rule of Chezru," said Brynn.
"It is."
"Then the peace between our peoples holds fast."
"I shall instruct my commanders to bring in their weary soldiers," the Yatol replied with a forced grin.
"Twoscore at a time."
De Hamman's expression turned sour in an instant. "That was never in the agreement that secured Dharyan for Brynn," he reminded.
"That agreement was for open commerce and the admittance of scholars seeking the tomes of the library. I do not extend it to include an invitation for an army to enter the walls of my city."
"Even a friendly army?"
"No army that is not under the control of To-gai will enter."
"Dissolve the treaty at your peril, Dragon of To-gai," the Yatol warned.
"We have come as friends - "
"Then dismiss the bulk of your forces," Brynn cut in. "Send them along the road to Jacintha and their homes, and you and your remaining commanders may enter, as friends. I am not dissolving the treaty, but neither am I willing to allow a foreign army entry. No more so than Yatol Mado Wadon would allow me to march ten thousand To-gai-ru riders into Jacintha, whatever pretense we placed upon our visit."
"A foreign army," Yatol De Hamman echoed. "There are many who would not consider a Behrenese army foreign to the city of Dharyan."
"And so it would not be," the warrior woman replied, hardly backing down.
"But Dharyan-Dharielle is not Dharyan, nor is it Behrenese. This city is To-gai, by the agreement of Yatol Mado Wadon himself."
"An agreement forged under duress, perhaps?"
"One that he has no choice but to honor, whatever the circumstances of its inception."
"Choice," said De Hamman, and he turned about and looked along his great line of warriors. "A curious word." He swung back to stare hard at Brynn.
"And our two kingdoms stand on a steep precipice, one whose outcome will be decided by the choices of their leaders. A precipice as sharp as the plateau divide that separates Behren and To-gai - and do note, Dragon of To-gai, upon which side of that dividing line Dharyan resides."
He sat up tall and crossed his hands over the horn of his saddle, assuming a posture of complete confidence as he finished, "Choose wisely."
"I already have."
Pagonel silently congratulated Brynn's decisions, and the way she had handled the obstinate De Hamman. The man had gone from a pitiful and whining victim only a few short weeks ago, when Yatol Peridan had chased him all the way to Jacintha, to an overconfident warlord, sweeping across the desert sands.
He was dangerous now, the mystic understood, because De Hamman surely recognized that this battle looming before him, should he choose the course of battle, would be the most difficult by far since the fall of Peridan and Tohen Bardoh. Had he already acquired enough hubris to actually make the attempt? Or was he looking for an easier way to claim victory? The mystic's reasoning had his eyes darting about, scrutinizing all of De Hamman's escorts, and so he was not surprised a moment later when De Hamman signaled for them to retreat back to their line and one man lifted the edge of a blanket set across the front of his saddle.
Purely on instinct, Pagonel snapped his right hand out against Brynn's shoulder, knocking the surprised woman sidelong to the sand. Along with her grunt of protest, the mystic heard the click of a crossbow - a distinctly Honce-the-Bear, Abellican weapon! - and then felt a sudden and nasty burn in his forearm.
Hardly pausing to consider the wound, Pagonel rushed forward and leaped up, his flashing leg knifing by the horse, which was rearing and protesting as the assailant tugged at its reins. The mystic's foot caught the would-be assassin in the gut, throwing him back and to the ground.
Yatol De Hamman kicked his horse into a swift retreat, shouting, "Attack! Attack! I am under attack!" Several of his entourage turned and charged away with him, but a trio of others came on at Pagonel and Brynn.
Brynn picked herself off the ground and drew out Flamedancer in one swift movement, lighting its fiery blade right in the face of a charging horse.
The beast reared and Brynn rolled around to the side, using the horse as a shield against a second attacker.
With both hands tugging hard on the reins of the frightened horse, the rider initially offered no defense against Brynn as she came spinning around. He did manage to bring his sword out wide in an attempted parry, but Brynn slapped it away and stabbed him hard in the side. He lurched and screamed and his horse leaped away, clearing the path between Brynn and the second rider, who lifted his spear to throw.
Pagonel landed easily from his strike and leaped again, taking the vacated seat. He expertly pulled the horse around to meet the charge of one rider, a lowered spear coming in hard for him. A slight twist and lift had that spear going under Pagonel's arm as the rider thundered by, and the mystic dropped his arm over the weapon, locking it in place, and held on with the concentration only a Jhesta Tu could accomplish.
The rider improvised, bringing his second arm over, swinging a heavy morning star for Pagonel's head. But the Jhesta Tu ducked the awkward assault easily and countered with three short and heavy punches. Then Pagonel spun his horse the other way and tugged fiercely on the trapped spear, and the Behrenese rider slipped from his saddle as his horse ran off. He held on stubbornly for a moment, hanging in the air off the side of Pagonel's mount, until the mystic simply released the spear, dropping him to the sand.
To his credit, the Behrenese soldier deftly rolled with the fall, coming around and over to his feet. To his misfortune, Pagonel proved the quicker, sliding from his seat and halting and reversing his momentum as he landed, spinning a devastating circle kick just as the man tried to rise. Pagonel's foot caught him in the side of the head and spun him over in nearly a complete somersault. He hit the ground hard and did not try to rise.
Pagonel turned his attention to the initial assailant, but the crossbowman was up and running, apparently wanting no part of the Jhesta Tu in open combat.
The mystic spun back to Brynn, who had assumed a defensive stance before a spearman poised to skewer her! But then both Pagonel and Brynn winced and averted their eyes as a barrage of arrows overwhelmed the rider, a sudden rainstorm of death from the Dharyan-Dharielle wall. He got hit a dozen times, and was knocked right off the back of his wounded and frightened horse.
"Grab the horses!" Brynn instructed, and she went straight for the wounded one, grabbing it by the bridle and tugging straight down to steady the beast, while whispering calming words in its ear to quiet it.
Behind her, Yatol De Hamman's charge was on.
Before her, the horns of Dharyan-Dharielle began to blow, and the defenders lifted their great bows.
"A short-lived peace," Brynn remarked, as she and Pagonel rushed through the gate.
The mystic merely sighed.
On came the Behrenese charge, the line closing fast. Back up on the wall, Brynn held the bulk of her forces in concealment, bringing them up little by little to the wall top, and keeping them crouched behind the shielding crenelations.
She looked up to the tower and motioned to the signalmen, who lifted great mirrors and put them into the sunlight, directing rays to the west and the plateau divide.
"Let them come closer," she ordered her soldiers as she walked along the wall, steadying the nervous archers with her solid attitude. "Our first volley must prove devastating."
De Hamman's riders and infantry charged in headlong, moving practically to the base of the wall, launching spears and arrows.
And then the To-gai-ru warriors sprang up, a line so thick that it stood shoulder to shoulder the length of that wall, and the hailstorm of arrows drove hard into the Behrenese ranks, stopping cold the bold assault.
"He did not know so many of our warriors had come into the city," Pagonel remarked.
Even as he finished the statement, however, a surge of lightning bolts reached out from the back of De Hamman's line, smashing in hard against the defenders, splitting stone and sending men flying from the wall.
Dharyan-Dharielle's great ballistae and catapults responded, sending balls of fiery pitch and gigantic spears into the masses, many heading for the general direction of the Abellican gemstone users.
It went on for many minutes right there below the walls, and Brynn assembled a group of strong warriors beside her, and followed Pagonel as he ran about, shoring up defenses wherever they seemed about to fall.
A second volley of lightning bolts flashed in at the city, this time all concentrated on Dharyan-Dharielle's southern gate. Wood splintered and bolts crackled, and the gates buckled inward. And right behind the thunderous blasts came a surge by a group of armored Honce-the-Bear soldiers, driving their equally armored mounts hard against the weakened barrier.
"Hold that gate at all costs!" Brynn cried from the wall a short distance away. She looked at Pagonel for guidance, but he was already engaged in battling a pair of men who had scaled the wall.
"Run on!" the mystic shouted to her. He knew that he had to score a hit quickly here, and so he did, ducking the slash of one man's sword and sweeping his leg out wide to trip the man up. Not even finishing that kick, trusting that he had the man enough off-balance, the mystic sprang up catlike at the second warrior, rushing in before the man could bring his sword to bear. Pagonel's stiffened fingers smashed hard against the man's windpipe, stealing his breath and his balance.
The mystic caught him before he fell to his death, though, wrapping him in a tight embrace and turning him about as a human shield against the first man who was trying to recover and come back in.
The attacker hesitated and Pagonel threw the limp man to the ground between them, and even as the standing attacker's eyes instinctively looked down at his falling comrade, the mystic leaped forward, turning his legs under him and kicking out, launching the attacker over the wall.
Pagonel turned to regard Brynn, but to his relief, she was already moving along.
Brynn leaped down to the courtyard, the rest of her entourage close behind. "Mount up!" she ordered, knowing that foot soldiers would likely be overwhelmed by the riders pressing at the gate.
Men screamed all about her, horrible sounds of battle that Brynn Dharielle had prayed she would never again be forced to endure. She could hardly believe the sudden turn of events, and it pained her greatly to consider that Aydrian, her companion for so many years, was in fact the source of this chaos! With fierce determination, the leader of To-gai climbed up on Runtly and led her force to the courtyard directly before the collapsing gates.
"Fight well," she said.
"Die well," came the appropriate To-gai-ru response.
Out in the distance, horns began to blow, and many cries of "Tanalk Grenk!" came echoing down from the walls.
Brynn nodded grimly, knowing that her loyal and able commander would strike hard at De Hamman's flank and ease some of the pressure on the town.
More hopeful and excited shouts came from the wall, and Brynn followed them to see many men pausing for just a moment, and pointing to the southwestern sky.
"Meet my dragon, Yatol De Hamman," the woman said grimly. She wished she could go and watch that spectacle - she did indeed! - but then the gate creaked and cracked, and one of the great doors tumbled down into the courtyard. Charging over it even as it fell came the rush of Honce-the- Bear cavalry.
"Fight well!" Brynn called again.
"Die well!" came the eager battle cry.
Brynn was first in, her solid pony not shying in the least as she took it right against the flank of one larger horse, and tightly in between that and a second. Flamedancer flashed left and then right, defeating one attack and initiating a second. The Bearman rider managed to block and started to counter, but Brynn maneuvered Runtly expertly out of his reach, and then the pony leaped back in at him in perfect coordination with her second stab.
This time, her sword got past the man's defenses and banged hard against his fine armor, the elven blade driving a crease that had him lurching.
Not wasting a second, Brynn spun Runtly around to face the other warrior, and urged the pony to buck, its hind legs coming up and kicking hard against the stunned man's dented armor, launching him from his seat.
Now one against one, Brynn worked her sword in a series of slashes, stabs, and defensive parries, twice ringing her blade off the back of the Bearman's helmet, and three times scratching his solid chest plate. He tried to counter repeatedly, but each of the lumbering blows of his far heavier sword were neatly picked off, or hit nothing but air as Brynn dodged and retreated.
All along that courtyard, the To-gai-ru riders, as skilled on horseback as any in all the world, matched the Bearmen cut for cut, using speed and agility to counter heavier weapons and armor. They gave no ground, but neither were they gaining any, and the press behind the Bearman was greater, slowly but surely widening the breach at the gate.
"Archers!" Brynn called, trying desperately to redirect more fire into that breach, but her warriors all along the wall were too engaged already to offer much help. She did see Pagonel right above the gate, directing the fire of the archers and keeping the wall clear all about them so that they could concentrate on the impending disaster below, but she feared it would not be enough.
Beyond the wall, more lightning flashed, some streaming up into the air, and the screams increased tenfold, along with a sudden roar of agony, a cry so feral and huge that it made many men stop their fighting and cover their ears, and made others simply turn away and flee.
Following the cry came the crash as the dragon fell from the sky, skidding hard into the wall right beside the opened gate. Stone crumbled at that impact, launching defenders and attackers alike from the wall top. Even some of those archers above the gate were thrown down.
But not Pagonel.
The mystic held his ground stubbornly and cried out to the dragon, pointing to the breached gate. "Here, Agradeleous!"
Dragon fire filled that breach suddenly, immolating those poor attackers behind the front ranks of riders.
Pagonel climbed over the wall and dropped the dozen feet to the ground amidst that burning carnage. All about him, all about the nearby dragon, Behrenese were fleeing in terror. "Come," Pagonel bade the dragon.
Another volley of lightning bolts, diminished from the originals, but stinging nonetheless, reached out to slam against the wounded dragon's side.
"I so hate monks and their nasty toys!" Agradeleous roared, swinging his reptilian neck about to face the distant gemstone-wielders. One fleeing man inadvertently stumbled too close to the angry dragon, and Agradeleous wasted no time in grabbing him up in his great jaws. He lifted the flailing man up high so that many could see, then snapped his great maw fully. Pieces of the dead man fell all about.
Agradeleous growled and roared and forced himself up on his haunches, brushing aside blocks of the wall that had tumbled atop him.
Men shrank away from the spectacle, for the dragon seemed unbeatable and all-powerful.
But Pagonel recognized the way the beast was favoring one wing and knew that Agradeleous was sorely wounded from the lightning. Agradeleous took a step out from the wall, as if he meant to go after the monks.
"No!" Pagonel called to him. "That is what they want!"
The dragon turned on him, smoke wafting from his nostrils, licks of flame erupting from the sides of his mouth, and sheer hatred shining in his reptilian eyes.
"They are ready for you," the mystic explained. "They have the weapons that were built specifically for your destruction. And they have the gemstones."
The dragon growled again, long and low, and then roared as yet another lightning bolt flashed in against his great scaled side.
Pagonel continued to coax and to warn him, bidding him into the city.
Almost as soon as the mystic and the dragon crossed through the felled gate, the remaining Bearman warriors threw down their swords, and the courtyard and wall were secured.
A few moments later, the city's western gate swung open and Tanalk Grenk led his force into Dharyan-Dharielle. All about the walls, archers ran toward that area to send volleys at the pursuing Behrenese.
In truth, though, the battle was over. With the gates secured by the imposing dragon, the Behrenese retreated.
As Tanalk Grenk rode toward her, Brynn nodded her appreciation and deference, for she knew that he had played his role to perfection. He had come down with his skilled riders from their positions just along the shadows of the plateau divide, just to the southwest of Dharyan- Dharielle. With the typical and unmatched ferocity of the To-gai-ru, Grenk had struck hard at the Behrenese western flank, then immediately turned his forces in a run to the western gate, diverting many Behrenese and easing the pressure on the southern wall.
"We have won no victory here today," Brynn told Grenk and all the others nearby. "But we have held our enemy at bay and have stung them hard." She looked all around, the determination in her blazing brown eyes stilling all doubts and all confusion in a moment of crystalline clarity. "Perhaps we have stung them hard enough to make them turn back for their homes."
"If not, there is always tomorrow," said a determined Grenk.
His unabashed support touched Brynn at that desperate moment, for she knew that more than a few of her people would be privately questioning her leadership at that time. Had these attackers not come from the same man Brynn had just helped seat on the throne of Behren, after all? But she did not allow any of her doubts to cloud her eyes or her strong features.
"Shore up the gate," she instructed her warriors, then she dismounted and walked off with Runtly to shore up her own resolve, reminding herself of the peculiar circumstances and telling herself repeatedly that she had done right in fighting the wicked Tohen Bardoh, whatever treachery Yatol Wadon and Abbot Olin now offered.
She had to believe that.