Chapter 14“Are all of you ready?” Roland asked very early the following morning from his perch next to Tibost on the wagon’s seat.
“We are,” Walcher replied. He and Piers were armed to the teeth with bastard swords sheathed across their backs, silver-edged short swords, and daggers at their waists. They were riding bareback astride their horses, with only reins to guide them.
“As am I,” Lochlan called out from within the wagon. He sat on one of the canvas bags holding what appeared to be the goods they were transporting. His crossbow was in his lap, the quiver of silver-tipped bolts and his own silver-edged short sword on his belt. A large haversack was next to him, holding the food and water they would need for their journey.
“As am I,” Volke said. He stood well away from the mercenary
