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Chapter twenty-three.
Halkan’s army was on the move. Losing his tactical advantage with the destruction of his cavalry regiment was too much for the prince to hold on to his own battle plan. So they were retreating, heading back south and keeping formation at regiment level to hold King Harkoon’s heavy cavalry at bay. They were following the course of the river, both to secure a flank and to have an easy access to water. Harkoon’s army was still near the capital, it looked like the king was more than happy to avoid a major battle. Small groups of explorers were tracking the progress of the rebels, maybe somebody was hoping to return to “status quo ante” . I did not agree.
Short after dawn I was already on the opposite side of the river, running at top speed to reach the vanguards of the rebels. Halkan was escorted by a small group of armored riders, some kind of honor guard for the wannabe king. As I spotted him a good part of his soldiers already got me in their crosshairs, my guess was that the tale of the missing regiment was more than enough to keep their attention focused. They tried to got me with hundreds of arrows, a good part of them steel-tipped. I was too far from them to be worried about it but it was strange for me to see an entire army react to a single enemy. What I had to do was to take my chances and jump to the other side of the river, my will to revenge was overwhelming.
Angelo Benuzzi 