ahead： And his army no longer appeared capable of any preparation。
The time had e for him to act。
Though the Warward was still a league away from
the end of its scheduled march； he halted it for the night。 And while the warriors shambled about the business of making camp； he called Lord Mhoram aside。 In the dusk； he could hardly make out the Lord's features； but he concentrated on them with all his determination； strove to convey to Mhoram the
intensity of his appeal。 〃Mhoram；〃 he breathed； 〃there has got to be something you can do for them。 Something anything to help pull them together。 Something you can do with your staff； or sing； or put in the food； something。 There has got to be！〃
Lord Mhoram studied the Warmark's face closely。 〃Perhaps；〃 he said after a moment。 〃There is one aid which may have some effect against the touch of the Black River。 But I have been loath to use it； for once it has been done it cannot be done again。 We are yet long days from Doom's Retreat…and the need of the warriors for strength in battle will be severe。 Should not this aid be kept until that time？〃
〃No。〃 Troy tried to make Mhoram hear the depth of his conviction。 〃The time is now。 They need strength now…in case they have to fight before they get to the Retreat。 Or in case they have to run to get there in time。 We don't know what's happening to Quaan。 And after tonight you won't get another chance until after the fighting's already started。〃
〃How so？〃 the Lord asked carefully。
〃Because I'm leaving in the morning。 I'm going to Kevin's Watch…I want to get a look at Foul's army。 I have to know exactly how much time Quaan is giving us。 And you're ing with me。 You're the one who knows how to use that High Wood munication rod。''
Mhoram appeared surprised。 〃Leave the Warward？〃 he asked quickly； softly。 〃Now？ Is that wise？〃
Troy was sure。 〃I've got to do it。 I've been…ignorant too long。 Now I've got to know。 From here on we can't afford to let Foul surprise us。 And I'm〃…he grimaced at the fog…〃I'm the only one who can see far enough to tell what Foul's doing。〃 After a moment； he added； 〃That's why they call it Kevin's Watch。 Even he needed to know what he was getting into。〃
Abruptly； the Lord passed a hand over the strain in his face； and nodded。 〃Very well。 It will be done。 Here is the aid which can be given。 Each of the Gravelingases bears with him a small quantity of hurtloam。 And the Hirebrands have a rare wood dust
which they name rillinlure。 I had hoped to save such aids for use in healing battle wounds。 But they will be placed in the food tonight。 Pray that they will suffice。〃 Without further question； he turned away to give his instructions to the Hirebrands and Gravelingases。
Soon these men were moving throughout the camp； placing either hurtloam or rillinlure in each cooking pot。 Each pot received only a pinch； each warrior ate only a minute quantity。 But the Hirebrands and Gravelingases knew how to extract the most benefit from the wood dust and loam。 With songs and invocations； they made their gift to the warriors strong and efficacious。 Shortly after eating； the warriors began to fall asleep； many of them simply dropped to the ground and lost consciousness。 For the first time in the long damage of the march； several of them smiled at their dreams。
When Mhoram returned to Warmark Troy after the meal； he was almost smiling himself。
Then Troy began to give First Haft Amorine her instructions for the battle of Doom's Retreat。 After they had discussed food and the final stages of the march； they talked about the Retreat itself。 In spite of his assurances； she viewed that place with dread。 In all the wars of the Land； that was the place to which armies fled when all their hopes had been destroyed。 Grim old legends spoke of the ravens which nested high in the sides of the narrow defile； above the piled scree and boulders of the edgescawing for the flesh of the defeated。
But Troy had never doubted this part of his plan。
Doom's Retreat was an ideal place for a small army
to fight a large one。 The enemy could be lured into the
canyon and beaten in segments。 〃That's the beauty of
it；〃 Troy said confidently。 〃This is one time when
we're going to turn Foul's tables on him we're going
to take a curse； and make it into a blessing。 Once
Quaan arrives； we'll have the upper hand。 Foul may
not even know we're there until it's too late for him。
But even if he does； he'll still have to fight us。 He
can't afford to turn his back on us。 All you have to
do；〃 he added； 〃is keep up the pace for five more days。〃
Amorine's blunt scowl reminded him just how impossible those five days might be。 But in the morning； he felt that he had been justified。 Thanks to the roborant of the rillinlure and hurtloam； his warriors met the call of dawn with renewed resolution in their eyes and something like strength in their limbs。 When he climbed a nearby hill to speak to them； they crowded around him； and gave a cheer that made his chest tight with pride。 He wanted to embrace them all。
He faced the Warward with his back to the sunrise； and when he could discern their faces through his mist； he began。 〃My friends；〃 he shouted； 〃hear me！ I'm going to go to Kevin's ；Watch to find out what Foul is doing； so this will probably be my last chance to talk to you before the fighting starts。 And I want to give you fair warning。 We've been taking it pretty easy for the past twenty…two days。 But now the soft part is over。 We're going to have to start earning our pay。〃
He risked this bleak joke apprehensively。 If the warriors understood him； they might relax a bit； shed some of their pain and care； draw closer to each other。 But if they heard derogation in his words； if they were affronted by his grim humor…then they were lost to him。
He felt an immense relief and gratitude when he saw that many of the warriors smiled。 A few even laughed aloud。 Their response made him feel suddenly and beautifully in harmony with them…in tune with his army； the instrument of his will。 At once； he was confident again of his mand。
Briskly； he went on； 〃As you know； we're only five days from Doom's Retreat。 We have almost exactly forty…eight leagues left to go。 After what you've already done； you should be able to do this in your sleep。 But still there are a few things I want to say about it。
〃First； you should know that you've already acplished more than any other army in the history of the Land。 No other Warward has ever marched this far this fast。 So every one of you is already a hero。 I'm not bragging…facts are facts。 You are already the best。
〃But heroes or not； our job isn't done until we've
won。 That's why we're going to Doom's Retreat。 It's a perfect place for a trap…once we get there； we can handle an army five times our size。 And just getting there…just pulling Foul's army south like this…we've already saved scores of Stonedowns and Woodhelvens in the Center Plains。 For most of you； that means we've saved your homes。〃
He paused； hoping to let his own confidence reach into the hearts of the warriors。 Then he said； 〃But we have got to get to the Retreat in time。 That is where Hiltmark Quaan expects to find us。 He and his Eoward are fighting like hell to give us these five more days。 If we don't reach the Retreat before they do； they will all die。
〃It's going to be close。 But I can tell you for a fact that the Hiltmark has already bought three of those five days for us。 You all saw that storm six days ago。 You know what it was…an attack on the Hiltmark's Eoward。 That means that six days ago he was still holding Foul's army in the Mithil valley。 And you know Hiltmark Quaan。 You know he won't let a mere two days get between us and victory。
〃It is going to be close。 We're not going to get much rest。 But once we're in the Retreat； I'm not afraid of the oute。〃
At this； the Hafts raised a cheer to answer Troy's bravado； and he stood silently in the ovation with his head bowed； accepting it only because the courage in the shout； the courage of his army； overwhelmed him。 When the cheering subsided； and the Warward became silent again； he said thickly into the stillness； 〃My friends； I'm proud of you a