Everyone involved wanted it over with quickly. The forces, which had so dramatically converged on Vundomu, now hurried away in disorderly regiments. No banners flew. Some rashan’im didn’t even bother with formal formations. They simply packed and rode for the ships that would carry them downriver.Kahlil watched the steady stream of departures from his vantage point in Jath’ibaye’s watchtower at the height of Vundomu. He focused his telescope on the road south of Mahn’illev. A convoy of Milaun supply wagons came to a sudden halt. Two of the tahldi had become tangled. The driver jumped down and went to straighten the harnesses. He shouted angrily. Anyyd riders filed past the man. None of them offered any assistance. They were all far too demoralized to care about a Milaun supply wagon.The gaun’im’s armies had come as a unified force, bent on avenging their own, and then they had discovered that it was their own who had betrayed them. Ourath, Nanvess, and Esh’illan had plotted an assassination and died for it.
