It only took you two days to reach Lanorlay with the rangers' help. You might have done so even faster, but your carts got bogged down in the mud, many of which had to be abandoned, but the ranger commander, or citendent, promised that he'd send men to retrieve them later.
You and Darin are walking on foot at the very front of the column, leading your mounts by their reins. The trail is too narrow and the branches and vines too low for you to ride effectively.
A dozen paces behind you, Elya walks on foot as well, Velinor and the rest of her bodyguards at her side.
Darin is visibly struggling with his injured leg. The heat is suffocating, even for you. You can only imagine how the older warrior feels.
"Jes' a few minutes longer, gov'nor," the ranger citendent calls back to him. The citendent leads the way with three other rangers. They hack away overgrowth with their falchions, helping clear the path for the rest of your army.
The remaining rangers are screening your men, making sure none of them lag behind or wander off the beaten path.
Darin groans. "It fuckin' better be."