(Read Zshurii’s Song, Snippet 11)
The seven sevens of their company divided as they devoured the ground between them and the city. Too flat to hide enemy skirmishers and too bare to conceal horse traps, the river-plain vanished rapidly under Cactus’s hooves.
Despite a few stray incoming arrows, none too close to Zshurii, the enemy held their peace. It lent an uncanny, one-sided aspect to the charge. With every series of hoofbeats they advanced unscathed, her courage heightened. So did her apprehension that the defenders’ full fury was gathering just out of sight.