17
Ambush
Raedrick squinted his eyes against the glare of the sunlight reflecting off the snow on the slope in front of them and considered the way ahead. The trail led upwards and to the right, veering around the base of a sheer cliff that stretched upward for several hundred feet. The base was riddled with fallen boulders and the cliff face itself was riven by large vertical cracks, all custom-made hiding spots, should someone wish to conceal himself.
It was the perfect place for an ambush.
He looked sidelong at Povol, who had stopped a few feet to his left and stood waiting calmly. The mountaineer had not found the climb up-slope difficult at all. He showed no signs of sweat or fatigue; his breathing was slow and regular. Whereas Raedrick felt like a raw recruit, unable to handle a
