She had no choice but to move forward, propelled by the mass she had gathered. It was her will that had created this army, and all the death and horror, all the agony and mutilation of this day was her responsibility. She had no right to survive, when many braver and more worthy men would die under the steel-tongued swords of their enemies in this futile escapade to see which arrogant man would persuade himself that he ruled.
"Mother? I wish you were here to guide me."
Let the games begin, she thought bitterly. Let the arrows fly to penetrate cringing flesh, let the warriors boast of deeds done and deeds yet to do. She was part of this most pointless of man"s endeavours; a tiny, insignificant being among a host of other fools hell-bound on pain and butchery.
Aharn had told her that only
