Wilten

"Lady Secca, " called Wilten, easing his mount around Delvor, who was adjusting the straps holding his lutar behind the saddle of his mount, 'the lancers stand ready.

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As she turned the gray toward the front of the inn, and the street that would lead to the road south, Wilten reined up beside her.

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"And, begging your pardon, lady, you are not looking up to great sorceries in the next days, " Wilten added.

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"Attack and run before they can bring the thunder-drums into play, " Wilten added with a nod.

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"Steed ready. " echoed Stepan and Wilten, Stepan on the left, Wilten and Secca's lancers on the right.

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My chief of the second players, Delvor, and my overcaptain of lancers, Wilten.

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Wilten, overaptain of the Loiseau armsmen, met her at the base of the stairs.

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Wilten was half-running, half-scurrying through the grayish gloom toward her.

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With a last nod and smile at Wilten, Secca urged the gray forward once more.

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While the last words of the spellsong faded, an in tense bluish glow blossomed over the swampy lowland that had once held road and bridge, a glow so bright that Stepan and Wilten looked away, as did most of the players.

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