The rain stopped, and Emily walked back to the pack along the muddy trail, the only one of her raiding party left alive.
I ought not to have left their bodies out in the open like that, Emily thought to herself; those who had died deserved to be branded as heroes, and they should be lying in a cemetery, not in the wilderness.
Emily's thoughts were interrupted as she almost slipped on the muddy road. Perhaps because of the fierce fighting she had just undergone, Emily felt physically tired at this moment, and the gun she held in her hand grew heavy.
But Emily did not dare to stop, and the nearer she came to the pack the more perceptible became the sense of uneasiness. Why had not the supporting troops arrived? The question had been hovering in Emily's mind.
It should have been more than an hour since they had begun their raid upon the Northern army. But she saw no sign of the supporting troops at all.
