Torghul's tumen was somewhere on the road toward Vyazma and Dorogobuzh by now. It had already pushed far enough ahead that no rider could return with news before events there resolved on their own.
Dorbei's men had split into scattered groups days earlier, spreading through forests too dense for any single chain of messengers to follow every movement.
Guyuk's wing continued west toward a river town Batu had never heard named in either of the lives he remembered. Möngke remained outside Chernigov, waiting with patience and understatement that time could accomplish what an assault would only complicate.
Orda held the rally camp behind them all, letting the horses recover on rich pasture while the wolf's track machinery continued operating exactly as it had been designed to.
