Chapter 12: A Theft in Three Parts

Drevka's convoy made camp half a mile south of Ashford, in the flat ground between the river and the treeline where the road widened enough for the wagons to pull clear of the mud. Three supply carts, a baggage mule, six enforcers. The tents went up with the efficiency of people who did this regularly and resented it. The cookfire was lit before the horses were fully unhitched.

Arthur watched from the treeline with his hood up and his fingers going numb.

"Four on perimeter," he said quietly. "Two on the carts."