Great snaking lines of soldiers leading to all the different scattered encampments poured into the same direction, led by the earlier set of Sergeants that had been set to corral them all towards a certain swiftness.
Oliver squinted at the sky, feeling the sun sting the side of his head. It was beginning to go well past the point of being hot. Those veils that he'd seen some of the Verna women wearing seemed like they would have offered the greatest degree of comfort.
They came to a halt some distance from the leftmost castle, but not altogether far away from the Verna encampments. Their work, and their procession, was in full view of those bound men. They watched with round eyes as the soldiers marched with shovels against their shoulders.
"HALT!" Came the command.
