One hundred miles from the capital, Aldrath tried one final ti.
He positioned the combined force across the Blackwater Ford, the last major river crossing between the Horde’s column and the capital’s approaches. The ford was wide, the current strong, the terrain on both banks open and unfavorable for the kind of bypassing maneuvers that had defeated every previous blocking position.
Khao’khen halted the column one mile south of the ford and studied the position.
The combined force held both banks. The ford itself was staked and trenched. The cavalry screened the flanking approaches for five miles in each direction. The mage corps, its replacent practitioners now numbering sixty, held the elevated positions behind the ford where their spells could cover the crossing.
"He has learned from every previous interception," Sakh’arran said. "The flanking approaches are covered. The bypass routes are scouted. The blocking position is supplied for a sustained defense."
"Yes," Khao’khen said. "He has learned everything we have taught him."
"Which ans the lesson must be new."
"The lesson is always new. That is the principle."
The lesson at Blackwater Ford was this: Khao’khen did not cross the ford.
He sent the column east. Not to bypass the ford. To march along the river’s southern bank, in full view of the combined force’s positions on the northern bank, the column moving parallel to the river at the standard march pace with the Snarling Wolf visible at the column’s head.
The combined force watched the column march east. The blocking position held the ford. The column did not approach the ford. The column marched along the river and continued marching until the column had moved fifteen miles east of the ford, beyond the cavalry’s screening range, and reached the bridge at Thornton, a stone bridge that the combined force had not garrisoned because the bridge was fifteen miles from the ford and the blocking position’s defensive plan had not extended fifteen miles.
The Horde crossed the bridge at Thornton unopposed. The bridge’s garrison, twelve soldiers and a sergeant whose defensive planning had not anticipated the arrival of an orcish army, watched the column cross with the specific expression of soldiers who were observing an event that their training had not prepared them for and whose professional judgnt told them that twelve soldiers opposing eight thousand warriors was not professional judgnt but suicide.
Aldrath received the report and understood. The blocking position at the ford was irrelevant. The ford was irrelevant. The river was fifteen miles wide in the area that the blocking position covered and the river had a bridge fifteen miles to the east that the blocking position did not cover.
"He did not fight us," Aldrath said.
"He did not need to fight us," Snowe said. "He needed to cross the river. He crossed the river. The blocking position stopped the column from crossing at the ford. The column did not want to cross at the ford. The column wanted to cross the river, and the river is longer than our blocking position."
The combined force broke the blocking position and marched east to resu the parallel escort. The blocking position’s two days of construction and supply had consud resources that the combined force could not recover and ti that the column had used to gain a day’s march on the parallel force.
* * * * *
Eighty miles from the capital. Sixty. Forty.
The dispatch riders who carried Aldrath’s daily reports reached the capital days before the column, and each dispatch described the column’s continued advance and the combined force’s continued inability to stop it. The dispatches were professional, precise, and devastating in their cumulative ssage: the army is coming, we cannot stop it, and we have tried everything.
The council t in continuous session. The nobles who had voted against the diplomatic mandate read the dispatches and looked at each other across the table where the Tekarr provision sat in the docunt that the Horde had rejected and that the Horde’s approach to the capital was demanding be revised. The provision that had seed essential from four hundred miles away seed less essential from eighty miles away, and the provision’s essentiality decreased with each dispatch that reduced the distance by another day’s march.
The column’s advance guard reached the capital’s outer approaches on the twenty-second day of the march. The approaches were the ring of farms and estates and small towns that surrounded the capital’s walls, the landscape that the kingdom’s nobility owned and that the kingdom’s agricultural system cultivated, the landscape that had never seen an orcish warrior and that was now seeing thousands of them approaching from the south in a column whose organization and discipline communicated sothing that the landscape’s inhabitants had not expected to see communicated by orcs.
The capital’s walls were visible from five miles. Stone walls, forty feet high, built by the kingdom’s engineers over generations, designed to withstand siege by the conventional armies that the kingdom’s strategic planning had considered as threats. The walls were impressive. The walls were the kingdom’s statent about its permanence and its power and its confidence in its ability to defend itself against whatever threatened it.
The Snarling Wolf was visible from three miles. The banner at the column’s head, the wolf’s snarl directed at the walls, the wolf’s direction unchanged since the market hall at Millbridge, unchanged since the corridor’s listone walls, unchanged since Yohan’s northern gate.
The wolf had arrived. The wolf was within earshot.
"GRAK’UL MOK, THRAK VOL DUUM!" The roar erupted from thousands of throats as the capital’s walls ca into view, the sound rolling across the approaches like thunder, the sound carrying to the walls where the garrison soldiers stood and watched and heard the thing that the dispatches had been describing for four months.
Blood of the strong, earth of the fallen, no surrender.
The nobles in the council chamber heard the sound. Not the words. The sound. The deep, resonant, ground-shaking sound of thousands of orcish warriors speaking in unison, the sound that carried through stone walls and closed windows and across the council table where the provision about the Tekarr Arch sat in the docunt that the Horde had rejected and that the Horde’s arrival at the capital’s walls was demanding be revised.
They could hear it now. They could hear the wolf.
The wolf had arrived. The wolf was snarling. And the wolf was not going anywhere until the nobles listened to what the wolf had been saying since the day it was raised above a city that had decided to exist.
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