“Nay, but a new plan must be—”

“I have more than four thousand men at my disposal if I can get to them,” Dain said in excitement. “A courier reached me at the camp last night, bringing pledges from two Netheran generals. Thum, I care not if Muncel knows I’ve left Savroix. I intend to declare myself at once, so that more men can rally to my cause.”

“But, sire—”

“The time for secrecy is over!”

“How will you search for the eldin if—”

“I will do all,” Dain said with a swift frown. “If the eld-folk hear of my return, perhaps they will come forth from hiding. General Matkevskiet is bound to know where they may be found.”

“Muncel will not stop with one tiny ambush.”

“Agreed. I’ll need more men to guard me,” Dain said.

Thum drew in a sharp breath. “You mean Thirst knights.”

Dain said nothing. His gaze was answer enough.

Thum’s eyes widened. “Will you take them across the border?”

“Do you think they will follow me there?”

“I—I know not. Do you realize what that would mean?” Dain nodded. “The original charter of this hold was granted by the kings of Edonia—the old kingdom—” “It’s treason to say that name,” Thum said with a nervous glance over his shoulder.

“Thirst pledges fealty to Mandria’s kings, but it does not owe its existence to them,” Dain said. “I have studied the complex law of the ancient charters for some time. King Verence and I also discussed it.”

“Do not expect me to believe he gives you his blessing!” Dain frowned at Thum. He felt a little surprised by his friend’s protests. “Not his blessing, no,” he said slowly. “But he will not oppose me.”