It was cold again the following morning. Kurik rode quietly into camp just before sunrise. He carefully picked his way past the sleeping knights wrapped in their black cloaks to the place where Sparhawk had spread his blankets. ‘You’d better get up,’ he said, lightly touching Sparhawk’s shoulder. ‘They’re coming.’

Sparhawk sat up quickly. ‘How many?’ he asked, throwing off his blankets.

‘I make it about two hundred and fifty.’

Sparhawk stood up. ‘Where’s Kalten?’ he asked as Kurik began to buckle the black armour over his lord’s padded tunic

‘He wanted to make sure that there wouldn’t be any surprises, so he joined the end of their column.’

‘He did what?’

‘Don’t worry, Sparhawk. They’re all wearing black armour, so he blends right in.’

‘Do you want to tie this on?’ Sparhawk handed his squire the length of bright ribbon that each knight was to wear as a means of identification during a battle in which both sides would be dressed in black.

Kurik took the red ribbon. ‘Kalten’s wearing a blue one,’ he noted. ‘It matches his eyes.’ He tied the ribbon around Sparhawk’s upper arm, then stepped back and looked at his lord appraisingly. ‘Adorable,’ he said, rolling his eyes.

Sparhawk laughed and clapped his friend on the shoulder. ‘Let’s go wake the children,’ he said, looking across the encampment of generally youthful knights.

‘I’ve got some bad news for you, Sparhawk,’ Kurik said as the two of them moved out through the camp, shaking the sleeping Pandions awake

‘What’s that?’

‘The man leading the column isn’t Martel.’ Sparhawk felt a hot surge of disappointment. ‘Who is it?’ he asked.

‘Adus. He had blood all over his chin. I think he’s been eating raw meat again.’

Sparhawk swore.

‘Look at it this way At least the world’s going to be a cleaner place without Adus, and I’d imagine that God would like to have a long talk with him anyway’

‘We’ll have to see what we can do to arrange that.’

Sparhawk’s knights were assisting each other into their armour when Kalten rode into camp. ‘They’ve pulled up just beyond that hill to the south of the castle,’ he reported, not bothering to dismount.

‘Is Martel possibly lurking around somewhere among them?’ Sparhawk asked hopefully

Kalten shook his head. ‘I’m afraid not.’ He stood up in his stirrups, shifting his sword around. ‘Why don’t we just go ahead and attack them?’ he suggested. ‘I’m getting cold.’

‘I think Count Radun would be disappointed if we didn’t let him take part in the fight.’

That’s true, I suppose’

‘Is there anything unusual about the mercenaries?’

‘Run of the mill – except that about half of them are Rendors.’

‘Rendors?’

‘They don’t smell very good, do they?’ Sephrenia, accompanied by Parasim and Flute, came up to join them.

‘Good morning, Sephrenia,’ Sparhawk greeted her.