Two hours later we found twenty-three fugitives on a hilltop. They were beaten men, apathetic, so down they didnt care if they got away. Few still had their weapons. I didnt recognize any of them. Not surprising. Wed gone into battle with forty thousand.

They knew me. Their manners and attitude improved instantly. It pleased me to see hope blossom among them. They rose and lowered their heads respectfully.

I could see the city and plain from that hilltop. The Shadowmasters troops were leaving the hills, evidently recalled. Good. Wed have a little time before they picked it up again.

I looked at the men more closely.

They had accepted me already. Good again.

Narayan had begun speaking to them individually. Some seemed frightened of him. Why? What was it? Something was odd about that little man.

Ram, build us a fire. I want a lot of smoke.

He grunted, drafted four men, headed downhill to collect firewood.

Narayan trotted over, grinning that grin, followed by a man of amazing width. Most Taglians are lean to the point of emaciation. This one had no fat on him. He was built like a bear. This is Sindhu, Mistress, that I know by reputation. Sindhu bowed slightly. He looked a humorless sort. Narayan added, Hell be a good man to help out.

I noted a red cloth triangle at Sindhus waist. He was Gunni. Your help will be appreciated, Sindhu. You two get this bunch sorted out. See what resources we have.

Narayan grinned, made a small bow, hustled off with his new friend.

I settled crosslegged, separate from the rest, faced the city, closed out the world. The Golden Hammer had come easily. Id try again.

I opened to what little talent I retained. A peppercorn of fire formed in the bowl of my hands. It was coming back.

There is no way to express my pleasure.

I concentrated on horses.

Half an hour later a giant black stallion appeared, trotted straight to me. The men were impressed.

I was impressed. I hadnt expected success. And that beast was only the first of four to respond. By the time the fourth arrived so had another hundred men. The hilltop was crowded.

I assembled them. Weve lost a battle, men. Some of you have lost heart, too. Thats understandable. You werent raised in a warrior tradition. But this war hasnt been lost. And it wont end while one Shadowmaster lives. If you dont have the stomach to stick it out, stay away from me. Youd better go now. I wont let you go later.

They exchanged worried glances but nobody volunteered to travel alone.