Chapter tenThe rain beat down steadily on our entrenchments before the castle of Samral jutting out on the western side of the town of Miliksin. Everyone was wet. We kept our weapons dry as best we could. The smells of the encampments, at least, were half-washed away by the rain.
Rees walked up as I stood staring out at the grey walls of the castle. He wore a massive hooded cloak and the water ran glistening to add to the pools underfoot. Every now and then a rock or an arrow would plummet down onto our entrenchments. Rees shook himself.
“Just lost Nalgre the Foot. Arrow clean through his eye.”
“They shoot well, these Bowmen of Loh.”
“They do.”
Rees and Chido had brought a little force of around thirty men with them, now they were down to twenty two, plus me. I’d willingly agreed to j
