SPREAD LAZILY ACROSS THE WARM leather of Phroma's saddle, Gredel pushed up enough to look at the cavalry below. A steady dust cloud rose but the breeze at this height snatched it away before it reached them. The army kept a strong pace while it negotiated the narrow mountain pass. From this height they looked to spread for miles.

'Glad the smell can't reach us here,' Phroma thought to Gredel.

'Or the noise,' he added. Nothing breached the peace up here, not even Kerak ...