In truth, they wanted to be seen. They wanted the king and people in the capital to know what was coming. It didn’t matter, with less than a day’s notice, there was no way for the king to prepare an army large enough to deal with them when the bulk of his forces were in the south and east ends of the country. Just as before, his wives were like living statues while they marched, but once camp was set and they were alone with him in his tent they returned to their normal warm nature. That was except for Tolarea who kept up her military attitude ever since she was given control of the small unit of women. Then again, she was never the overly warm type to begin with. After a grand meal thanks to the village they had raided, Ash and his wives sat around his tent talking. Though the tent was large, it seemed almost cramped with everyone packed in it at once. It was not that they didn’t have their own tents, but that unless it was time to sleep, they preferred to spend their time in his.
