CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

Charlotte had arrived at the road leading from the Gateway to the Riverbank, and she proceeded towards the Town, which was now less than a mile away, to see what was going on. She slowed down a little, looking for fresh adversaries. Men were hewing, murdering, and pushing their adversaries into the fire-pits ahead of the walls, among the artillery cannons. Well, all of Sharveinneil's northern portion had been conquered, and their encampment was ablaze, Lycans flying more toward the River like cattle before even the pursuers. But the besieged had not yet been destroyed, and the Gate had not yet been conquered.

Numerous enemies stood in its way, while on the other half of the plain, additional armies remained unconquered. The core principle was south of the road, and the knights were grouped around their chieftain's flag there. And she glanced out, and in the dimming light, she saw the Town's banner, which was well ahead of the conflict and surrounded by few troops. Then she wa