LinGalad met Mattius' eyes, and Mattius listened, and his eyes hardened; Endereth and Calentoliel listened, and both quietly checked their weapons.
LinGalad wondered how they could remain quite so relaxed. From the sounds, he guessed that they were outnumbered. He readied his bow, breathing deeply to steady his shaking hands, and placed an arrow on the string, wondering how they would protect the wounded Entwife. She would be a formidable opponent if she was healthy, but to LinGalad she seemed wounded and weak. He glanced at Mattius again. "How shall we array ourselves?"
"What is it?" asked Avery.
"Warriors approach us, " he replied with a fairly steady voice. He suddenly wished he had worked harder at weapons practice. His heretofore placid and secure life suddenly seemed very fragile indeed.
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