The light let them out at the three-road junction, and James knew where he was standing before he had finished arriving.
They had watched Raymond give orders on this ground. There had been a command tent here with a map table in it, and a quartermaster who told his prince the truth about dividing an army, and a young rider who could not get his words out about wyverns.
The tent was a burnt frame. The map table was firewood.
Northern Legion dead lay in rows along the eastern side of the camp where somebody had dragged them out of the way, stripped of anything worth taking, and the wagons beside them had been emptied and left on their sides. Above the barricades on all three roads hung Crown banners, and they were not new. They had been hanging long enough to get wet and dry again.
And the army was already moving.
