“The minute he arrived.”
“Good,” said Bathor. “And the guards are prepared? I need them to be ready to fight at any moment. I’m almost certain my brother will come in the early morning, but we must be vigilant around the clock.”
“I, personally, have inspected the armoury. There are adequate numbers of bows and we have arrows by the hundreds. I have our fletchers working, still, to create more.”
“And lances? Maces? Long knives? Shields?”
“More than enough for our men.”
There was a long silence. Pan heard one of the men pacing across the floor. He peeked out from behind the lion and saw a man wearing leather armour, and a metal helmet tucked under one arm, watching Bathor as he walked towards the main doors at the front of the room then turn back.
Pan ducked back behind the lion.
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