III. A Flicker of Torches and a Hail of Arrows
The sun finally rose above the mountains of Harlovec, casting those forbidding peaks and bleak cliffs into a golden light.
Lights were also coming on behind the windows and arrow slits of Castle Angilbert and up on the ramparts, the flicker of torches could be seen.
“Looks like they know we’re here, Sire,” Izgomir remarked.
“Good.” Kurval smiled a grim smile. “Let them come to terms with the shock, before we state our demands.”
He had made sure that his army remained hidden in the dense forest that covered the foothills of the mountains of Harlovec by day and only moved in on the castle by night under the cover of darkness, when most of the denizens of Castle Angilbert were asleep.
There had been sentries, of course, but Kurval’s men had
