Chapter Five: The Fourth Army at Frostbridge

Mordred took control of the capital guard in the name of suppressing rebellion. On the gray commander’s ring gleamed funerary silver. The fourth army belonged to Mordred. “Everyone withdraw!” Lain shouted. No one moved. “A battlefield is not a banquet,” Rowan sneered. “True. At a banquet you can replace the carpet after killing the wrong man. What replaces five thousand soldiers?” Lain raised both tokens. “By Red command, the first three thousand men will withdraw to the valley mouth. By Frost authority, the northern formation will retreat two hundred paces.” “No one may wield hostile commissions together!” “The council’s laws never say that.” The same opening that freed him from the Ossuary Chapel now bound both armies.