moroch glanced to the lesser berm to the east. two more companies were positioned there. the gap between the two ramparts was narrow and steep-sided, and led directly to a corner bastion on the city's wall, where ballistae and mangonels commanded the approach.

the prince's own mage cadre, three lesser sorcerors, were positioned with a small guard on the rampart immediately south of the dry gully, tucked in the angular indentation of high fort's walls. the old drainage course wound a path down from the minor range of hills a thousand paces to the north. three additional ramparts ran parallel to the dry gully, on which were positioned the forward elements of the grass jackets brigade. the easternmost and largest of these ramparts also held a stone-walled fort, and it was there that the brigade commanders had placed their own mage cadre.

additional ramparts were situated in a circle around the rest of high rort, and on these waited reserve elements of the brigades and battalions, including elements of heavy cavalry. lining the city's walls and bastions was high fort's own garrison.

to moroch's thinking, this imminent battle would be decisive. the treachery of the edur that had been revealed at trate would not be repeated here, not with eleven sorcerors present among the letherii forces.

'wraiths!'

the shout came from one of the queen's officers, and moroch nevath returned his attention to the distant treeline.

the deer had lifted their heads, were staring fixedly at the forest edge. a moment later they bolted once more, this time in a southwest direction, reaching the loggers' road, down which they bounded until lost in the mists.

on the other side of the killing field - pasture in peaceful times - shadows were flowing out from between the boles, vaguely man-shaped, drawing up into a thick mass that then stretched out into a rough line, three hundred paces long and scores deep. behind them came huge, lumbering demons, near twice the height of a man, perhaps a hundred in all, that assembled into a wedge behind the line of wraiths. finally, to either side, appeared warriors, tiste edur to the right of the wedge, and a horde of small, fur-clad savages on the far left.

'who are they?' prince quillas asked. 'those on the far flank - they are not edur.'

the queen shrugged. 'some lost band of nerek, perhaps. i would judge a thousand, no more than that, and poorly armed and armoured.'

'fodder,' moroch said. 'the edur have learned much from us, it seems.'

a similar formation was assembling north of the lesser berm, although there both flanking forces were tiste edur.

'the wraiths will charge first,' moroch predicted, 'with the demons behind them seeking to break our lines. and there, signal flags from the grass jackets. they have no doubt sighted their own enemy ranks.'

'were you the edur commander,' quillas said, 'what would you do? the attack cannot be as straightforward as it now seems, can it?'

'if the commander is a fool, it can,' janall said.

'the sorcery will prove mutually negating, as it always does. thus, the battle shall be blade against blade.' moroch thought for a moment, then said, 'i would make use of the dry gully. and seek a sudden charge against your mage cadre, prince.'

'they would become visible - and vulnerable - for the last fifty or sixty paces of the charge, finadd. the bastions will slaughter them, and if not them, then the westernmost company of the grass jackets can mount a downslope charge into their flank.'

'thus leaving their rampart under-defended. use the dry gully as a feint, and a reserve force to then rush the rampart and seize it.'

'that rampart crouches in the shadow of high fort's largest bastion tower, finadd. the edur would be slaughtered by the answering enfilade.'

after a moment, moroch nodded. 'it is as you say, prince. i admit, i see nothing advantageous to the tiste edur.'

'i agree,' prince quillas said.

'strangely quiet,' moroch mused after a time as the enemy forces assembled.

'it's the wraiths and demons, finadd. no soldiers like thinking of those.'

'the mages will annihilate them,' janall pronounced. she was dressed in elaborate armour, her helm filigreed in silver and gold. her sword was the finest letherii steel, but the grip was bound gold wire and the pommel a cluster of pearls set in silver. beadwork covered her tabard. beneath, moroch knew, was steel scale. he did not think she would find need to draw her sword. even so... the finadd swung about and gestured to an aide, whom he then drew to one side. 'ready the queen's horses, in the south lee of the west bastion.'