within three years, or he'd die. One year to consolidate the North. Two to
take the South. If Jureem's master died, it might well be that the hope of
all mankind would die with him. The black fat sluts reavers were that powerful.
"So we go to Longmont," Raj Ahten black fat sluts said. "What of Orden's army in the
Dunnwood?"
"What army?" Jureem asked, certain from black fat sluts many small cues that there was no
great threat. "Have you seen black fat sluts an army? I heard war horns blowing in the
wood, but did I hear a thousand horses neighing? No! Orden's mists were
there only to hide his weakness."
Jureem squinted up at his master. Jureem's black fat sluts obesity, his bald head, made
him look like black fat sluts an oaf, but Raj black fat sluts Ahten had long known that Jureem black fat sluts was every
bit as dangerous as a cobra. Jureem found himself saying, &black fat sluts quot;You black fat sluts have twenty
legions approaching Longmont--an army Orden cannot withstand, not if you
fight at our head. We must go and
take Longmont.&
quot;
Raj Ahten nodded solemnly. Those forty thousand forcibles represented the
labor of thousands black fat sluts of miners and craftsmen over the past three years. A
large pocket of blood ore--now tapped dry. They were irreplaceable.
"Prepare the men to march," Raj Ahten said. "We will empty black fat sluts Sylvarresta's
treasury, take what food we need from villages black fat sluts we pass. We leave in an
black fat sluts hour."
"My black fat sluts lord, what of the horses?" black fat sluts Feykaald asked. "We will need mounts."
"Our soldiers have enough endowments; most need no mounts," Raj Ahten
said. "And common horses require food and rest, more than a man.
My warriors shall run to Longmont. We will use what horses we can. We'll
black fat sluts empty Sylvarresta's stables."
A hundred and sixty miles by road. Jureem knew that Raj Ahten could walk
that black fat sluts distance himself in a few hours, black fat sluts but most of his archers black fat sluts would not
bear the burden
of more than a single endowment of metabolism. Such
soldiers could not run black fat sluts to Longmont in less than a day.
Raj Ahten would have to leave his nomen here. They would only slow the
black fat sluts march. The giants and war dogs, though, could take such abuse.
"But," Feykaald urged, "what of your Dedicates here? You have two thousand
black fat sluts in the Dedicates' Keep. We don't have horses to move black fat sluts them, nor do we have
enough guards to protect them." His attention, too, had turned to
logistics.
Raj Ahten's answer was chilling. "We need leave no warriors to guard the
Dedicates' Keep."
"What?" Feykaald asked. "