Satterly listened to Mauritane's concerns and then walked out of the great hall, unsure how to proceed. He wandered for most of an hour, watching his shadow twist and turn in the light of the oil lamps. He stood at a corner and watched the tiny flame move back and forth.
"Oh my God," said Satterly. "That's it!"
Eloquet's young blond lieutenant was busy loading supplies onto a wagon when the human Satterly stopped him with a tap on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," Satterly said. "Can you tell me where you buy your kerosene?"
Mauritane and Prae-Alan, the leader of the Seelie Army forces in Sylvan, met Eloquet and the leaders of twelve other cells in the Rye Grove just before midnight.
"What is their answer?" said Mauritane.
"They will continue to fight," said Eloquet. "Not all of them, but almost all. The ones who will not fight alongside the Seelie will at least do nothing to aid the forces of Mab. They will withhold their vengeance until the Unseelie have been repelled."
"You are all agreed on this?" asked Prae-Alan.
"We are," said one of the cell leaders, a stocky man with long ears and short braids. "But only if He Who Clears the Path leads us."
"Fine," said Prae-Alan. The matter had already been discussed, and PraeAlan was simply glad that his own countrymen wouldn't be trying to kill him while he defended their borders. He didn't really care about anything else.
"But we will not forget this," said another cell leader. "We will not forget, and our reprisal, when it comes, will make you long for the days when Queen Mab was your chief concern."
Raieve was sharpening her sword on a snakestone when Mauritane came for her. "It's time," he said. "Our scouts tell us the Unseelie will be in place by dawn."
Raieve nodded, running her thumb along the blade. "There's no way we'll be in the City Emerald by First Lamb, even if we survive. This entire mission has been a waste of time for us." She continued sharpening her blade.
"No," said Mauritane, "it brought us where we needed to be, when we needed to be there. And it's not First Lamb yet. Anything is yet possible."
Raieve looked up at him. "I can't say I agree with you," she said.
The North Valley sat just north of Sylvan; its southern rim was a narrow strip that descended into the city on the far side. To the north, the Unseelie were waiting, hidden by the thick forest and the mist that spilled out from Sylvan. The predawn light glowed blue across the faces of the combined Seelie forces. The entire southern rim was a cacophony of shouted orders, neighing horses, and the chanting of the battle mages preparing their spells. Silver ground against sharpening stones and quarrels clicked into the notches of hundreds of crossbows.
Finally, the order to stand ready came, and the soldiers fell into place.
The first line was cavalry; each man on the line had been chosen from his company by the drawing of lots. Men from each division-chosen from the Seelie Army, the Royal Guard, and the rebels-stood at the ready.
Behind them were the battle mages. They stood slightly higher on the valley's edge, their spellcasting components surrounding them like miniature cities. The defensive mages had already begun chanting their shields, creating waves of purple light above the heads of the front line.
Next were the ground forces, the infantry. There were not enough swords to go around, so some of the men, mostly the rebels, carried axes, sledgehammers and clubs. Among them stood the crossbow archers, who would charge into battle among the infantry, their weapons effective only at very close range.
The longbowmen stood at the crest of the hill, the final wave of defense. There were no spell shields above their heads, which gave them room to fire but also left them vulnerable to overhead attack. They did not carry swords; if the battle were ever to reach them, it would already be over.
Mauritane, riding Streak, faced his army. Prae-Alan was at his left, Eloquet at his right, both on horseback.