Godric was waiting for the order before Beorn had finished the turn away from the guardroom.
"I want two squads near the main gate by morning," Beorn said. "When the soldiers move on the blockade, I want them to find us already there."
"The reserves are already low," Godric said.
"I know."
Godric absorbed completely, without continuing it. He had stated the fact because it was relevant. It had been received. That was all to it.
They walked east through the garrison quarter. The morning was past pre-dawn and still thin, the city atmosphere at a reduced intensity of a population that had been under intermittent violence for days and was treating the current peace as provisional.
A militia post was visible at the corner ahead, two men on it, both turning to track the approaching group before recognizing Godric and settling back.
