![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The rocks were riddled with tunnels and small caves, and rattlesnakes liked to use the caves for their dens. Both of them wore thick leather gloves and climbed carefully, for it was dangerous terrain here. The slope grew steeper, until Hall and Blaser were forced to scrabble for handholds among the rocks, their feet slipping in pine needles. One sign of increased activity on the hillside would have the Mort wide awake and on their guard, and so Hall had spent most of the night going from post to post, making sure his soldiers didn’t simply jump out of their skins. But after weeks of hard physical work, his men found it difficult to remain still and simply lie in wait, particularly in the dark. In the past twelve hours Hall had quietly deployed more than seven hundred men, archers and infantry, over the eastern slopes. He descended the ladder from the bird’s nest, Blaser right behind him, each dropping the last ten feet to the ground before they began to climb the hill. ![]()
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