In the night after the battle, a strong wind sprang up and the opposing armies were lashed by the storms of autumn. Aidris had forgotten how hard it could rain, how hard the winds could blow in her native land. Both camps became a morass; tents were blown away; there was no thought of fighting. The queen sat in her warm room at the inn, and Bajan came every day to join her at the fireside. She began to recover from the shock of her first battle, her first battlefield. There were things that could not be borne, yet all must bear them. Lieutenant Yeo was dead, killed in the first kedran charge; Megan Brock, as the kedran said, had been wounded and widowed in one day. Bajan’s young brother was sorely wounded, might not recover. The losses, everyone cried at the council board, were light. The prospect was hopeless. Winter would come down, the forces of Mel’Nir would become more and more restive in their exposed positions on the plain and would press the tribes closer. There was a hectic spirit abroad; the tribesfolk and the kedran found themselves a warm fire or a billet in the town and got drunk.
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