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Unfortunately； they found it。 The demons didn t take kindly to the notion。
As soon as they came； their eyes aflame； Davin panicked and hid behind one of the oaks。 He left the wizard
exposed； and while the mage tried his best to defend himself； eventually one of the demons set him afire。 While
Davin watched from the safety of his arboreal hiding place； the wizard he was supposed to be protecting screamed
in agony and died very very slowly。
Somehow Davin was never entirely clear why the demons overlooked him。 Perhaps they didn t deem Davin to
be a threat； which was certainly true。 Either way； though； when his platoon was wiped out and the demons buggered
off to wherever it was demons buggered off to； Davin ran back to base camp； expecting to be excoriated for being
such a coward； but willing to face the consequences； as long as he wouldn t have to go out and face such a thing
again。
Instead； they hailed him as a hero for surviving the deadly onslaught and ing back to report what had happened。
Then they promoted him。
Davin was stunned。 He was no hero； he was； in fact； the exact opposite。 But every attempt to clear the air just
resulted in his being considered unduly modest。 It was maddening instead of being relieved of bat； he was put
in charge of other troops。
Shortly thereafter； the war was kind enough to end； thus sparing Davin the embarrassment of having to actually lead
troops into a battle he was incapable of fighting。 The Burning Legion was driven back to whatever hell they had
e from； and Davin was given another promotion； this time to major。 After Admiral Proudmoore s arrival and
subsequent death； Davin was put in charge of Northwatch Keep。
Until recently； he had weled the duty。 Northwatch was fairly peaceful； and while Davin s cowardice made
bat an impossibility； he did fine at administration。
Assuming； of course； that nothing went wrong。
Davin didn t especially like Colonel Lorena； but he really wished she were here right now； instead of off with the
Burning Blade。 For one thing； she was a lot better at running a garrison of troops than he was。 Unlike Davin s；
Lorena s promotions had actually been based on merit。
For another； if the Burning Blade could get her； not to mention Lady Proudmoore； what hope did Davin have？
Oreil came running in； his toobig armor clanking with each step。 Major Davin！ Major Davin！ The orcs re
moving！ It happened as soon as the boats docked！
Davin sighed yet again。 When did the boats dock？
Didn t anyone tell you？ Oreil blinked a few times。 Oh； wait； I was supposed to do that。 I m sorry； sir； but I got
all overexcited。 Please don t courtmartial me。
Getting up from his desk and heading out the door； Davin said； Private； right now a courtmartial is the least of
your worries。
Slowly； Davin walked down the narrow staircase that led to the ground floor of the tower at Northwatch s center。
Northwatch was built on an uneven hill that sloped down to the Great Sea。 The eastern border of the keep was a
stone wall that had been built between two of the hillocks； the buildings that made up Northwatch were on the
western side of the wall； with a beach lined with palm trees on the eastern side。
As he approached the archway that led through that stone wall and onto the beach； Davin saw orcs and trolls。
Many many orcs and trolls。
Their boats were all tethered to poles that had been sunk into the sand。 There were dozens of them； each with a full
plement of about a dozen trolls or orcs。 Some wore animal skins； others wore the heads of vicious beasts as
helms。 All of them were armed with axes and broadswords and morningstars and maces； and other weapons that all
appeared at first glance to be bigger than Davin himself。
So this is it； he muttered。 We re going to die。
What was that； Major？ one of the troops guarding the archway asked。
Shaking his head quickly； Davin said； Nothing。 Somehow； the major managed to force himself to keep putting
one foot in front of the other。 As he passed through the archway； his boots started to sink into the sand with each
step。
Dimly； he registered that dozens of troops had fallen into line behind him。 He took a quick glance back to see that
several of them were forming a skirmish line in front of the wall； and others were taking up position atop it。 Davin
was grateful that someone had the wherewithal to give that order； and he briefly wondered who it was。
Turning back to face the new arrivals； he said； I m Maj
He cut himself off。 His voice was breaking。
Clearing his throat； he started again。 I m Major Davin。 I m in charge of Northwatch Keep。 What business do you
have here？
For a brief moment； Davin entertained the hope that the orcs would say they were just passing through for a brief
respite and would be gone within the hour。 He hoped it as fervently as he had hoped that his return from the
massacre of his platoon would result in his being cashiered out； and this hope looked to have as much likelihood of
being reality as the previous one。
Sure enough； the biggest； scariest looking one stepped forward。 （Davin was willing to concede that this one seemed
biggest and scariest because he was the one who stepped forward。）
I am Burx。 I speak for Thrall； Warchief of the Horde and Lord of the Clans。 This keep of yours violates our
alliance with you people。 You ve got one hour to take it down and get rid of any and all traces of your presence
here。
Davin sputtered。 You you can t be serious。 There s no way we can take down the entire keep in an hour！
Burx smiled。 It was the type of smile that a large predator might have right before it pounced on its small；
defenseless prey。 If you don t ply with this order； we ll attack。 And you ll die。
Of that last part； Davin had very little doubt。
Twenty
J aina had sent Aegwynn and Lorena to the small dining hall that was reserved for highranking officers and
officials of state。 For practical purposes； according to Duree； the little old woman who assisted Jaina； the latter
mostly had meant the nowdeceased Kristoff and Jaina herself。 The young mage had given Aegwynn permission to
enter there； as well。 When Duree objected； Jaina pointed out that a Guardian was of greater rank than a head of
state。
For her part； Jaina had retreated to her chambers she too needed to eat； but she had to do it while working； trying
to determine the location of the warlocks。 Lorena wanted to join her troops at Northwatch； in case Thrall was
unable to stem the tide of battle； but Jaina refused。 For one thing； she trusted Thrall。 For another； she needed Lorena
as physical protection when they confronted Zmodlor and his minions； especially since Kristoff had sent Jaina s
official protection； the Elite Guard； to Northwatch。
But Jaina needed to work in solitude； so she sent the old Guardian and the young colonel to the dining hall。
When the steward came by； Aegwynn asked for only a salad and some fruit juice； Lorena ordered a meat platter and
boar s grog。 Aegwynn had never heard of the latter； and Lorena explained that it was an orc drink。
Letting out a long breath； Aegwynn said； How times have changed。
What do you mean？
It wasn t that long ago that orcs were nothing but the minions of the demons I had dedicated my life to stopping。
They were monsters； berserkers that ravaged the countryside in the name of Gul dan； who was in turn acting for
Sargeras。 The notion of humans drinking an orc beverage is…radical； to say the least。
Lorena smiled。 Yes； but isn t that long ago a relative term when discussing someone as old as you？
Aegwynn chuckled。 A fair point。
You re really a thousand years old？
Smiling wryly； Aegwynn said； Give or take a century。
Lorena shook her head。 Magic。 I ve never understood it always hated it； to be honest； even when it s being used
in my service。
Aegwynn shrugged。 I ve never wanted any other life for myself but as a wizard。 From when I was a little girl； it
was how I always answered those tiresome questions about what I wanted to be when I grew up。 The adults always
looked at me strangely when I said that wizards were always men； after all。 That last was said with a certain
bitterness。
So were soldiers。 I grew up with nine brothers； and they were all soldiers just like my father。 I didn t see any good
reason why I shouldn t be one； either。 Lorena chuckled。 I got the same strange looks； believe me。
The drinks arrived a moment later； as did Aegwynn s salad。 Lorena held up her mug。 Would you like a taste？
Boar s grog smelled about as wretched as the animal for which it was named。 Her nose wrinkling； Aegwynn
politely declined。 I m afraid I haven t had a drink of alcohol in well； centuries。 Mages can t afford the loss of
mental acuity； so I lost the taste for it some time ago。 She held up her mug； which was apparently a mixture of the
squeezings of three or four different fruits。 This is as strong a concoction as I m willing to imbibe。
Makes sense。 Lorena threw back a big gulp of her grog。 Me； I can drink four of these things before I even notice。
Always had a high tolerance。 She g