After a few kilometres, he could already see the enemy's camp. Were added to the front ramparts some sort of gigantic muskets. Four powder cannons.
A dozen of arrows already pointed in their direction as they reached the entrance of the camp. The smell around it wasn't totally different as many fires were lit inside. They had access to the stream, many horses were ready for expeditions, and many knights were too.
As no one followed Oswald, the kid in front of him signed he was safe, him being alive was already the best presage they could hope for, instead of having neither the kid nor the horse back.
Speaking of witch, the animal was dead tired. The few kilometers he ran full speed with the odd scent around had it panicked already, let alone the additional weight of a mountain pressing down its spine.
