Karrholt came down the pass at first light, and they came arrogant. Mara watched them from the eastern shoulder, flat against the cold rock, and counted. Forty-four. Sleek and certain, strung out along the narrow road exactly as the ground forced them to be — single file at the throat of the pass, unable to bring their numbers to bear,
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