The Nadir fell back. The Drenai cheered. The brush blazed for over an hour, and the four thousand warriors manning Musif were stood down. Some lay in groups on the grass; others wandered to the three mess halls for a second breakfast. Many sat in the shade of the rampart towers. Druss strolled among the men, swapping jests here and there; accepting a chunk of black bread from one man, an orange from another. He saw Rek and Virae sitting alone near the eastern cliff and wandered across to join them. ‘So far, so good!’ he said, easing his huge frame to the grass. ‘They’re not sure what to do
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