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Chapter 33… Search.

Gilan sat at the main table in Geraldo's tent waiting for his return. He felt suddenly anxious sitting in the silence. Part of him wanted to be in the tent making plans and deciding what to do, but the other more logical part of him told time it would cause nothing but trouble as he was not sure what would happen to himself now he had returned. He sighed a shifted in his seat, waiting.

It was some time before Geraldo and Murray returned to the tent and Gilan relaxed at their calm expressions but still waited quietly for his queries to be answered.

Geraldo drew out a map, most likely obtained during the meeting, and laid it flat on the table, using stones to hold down the curling yellow corners. Gilan peered at the sheet, it was a detailed map of Uthal Plain. Little markings had been added as well as notes of their plans. Gilan listened carefully while Geraldo told them the tactic and plan, pointing at places on the map so he could visualise it as Geraldo spoke.

Duncan's archers would stand in Thorntree Forest and now backed up but one third of Geraldo's. Duncan's main force was backed between the hills to the West and the forest to the North. Geraldo would place his army at the foot of the hills in the West and the rest of his archers in the East. This way they had the other side surrounded on three sides. The archers would remain hidden and till signal was sent and Duncan's forces would do the fighting in the North and Geraldo's in the West so that they had both ways of getting further into Araluen impossible without breeching the armies lines.

The other sides forces where in the South and some in the East. Murray had explained to Duncan what the most likely tactic they would use but it was all guess work and till the fighting started again.

Gilan nodded and then decided to retire to his own tent. Gust was standing outside his tent in the same position that he had left her in. as he neared she turned and gave him a pointed look.

'Sorry girl,' he muttered to her, rubbing her soft mane and feeding her and apple that she swallowed whole without chewing. He moved her closer to the tent and wound her rope around one of the tent pegs. Then he stepped inside the tent and readied himself for sleep.

It must have been the tent swaying in the wind that woke him as the ruff surface brushed his face. He sat up grudgingly, rubbing his eyes with balled fists. Then he realised; there was no wind tonight. The tent was not in fact swaying it was being pulled. Gust, Gilan presumed.

Pulling in cloak around him he stepped out into the night and walked around to Gust. The horse seemed frantic, wild even and it took Gilan some time to calm the horse down. He wondered what had caused it. Not any type of animal, they would have been scared off the noise that both camps created. Maybe it had just been another human.

He was about to turn around to head back into the tent when he felt it. The feeling of being watched. The person in fact stood just behind him and he twisted to face the person, knife in hand, then relaxed.

Will stood before him, wrapped in his ranger cloak but with the cowl down so he could see Will's face. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of his friend and almost brother. The expression reflected on Will's face as well.

'Took you a long time to notice I was there,' said Will grinning now.

'Maybe I did know, just playing for time.' Gilan was grinning too.

'"Maybe" means you didn't know at all,' Will replied cocking up an eyebrow. Then he stopped smiling and became serous. 'There's something I need to tell you.'

Will saw as the little light behind his eyes died as he told him about his father's disappearance. He hadn't wanted to tell him but he knew, as well as Halt and Crowley, it was the right thing to do. It hadn't been hard to presume that Gilan was here. Even more so that Lord Geraldo's forces came through the Fens which was impossible, unless you had a guide that knew the way through them which meant a Ranger had helped them as no one else knew the way through the sleeping bog-land.

'Is he dead?' asked Gilan quietly after some minutes.

'No.' Will replied carefully. 'King Duncan had some rangers look around the camp. There's at least half the Calvary left but they're heavily scurried.' But then he added hurriedly. 'You father's being kept apart from the men, were not sure where.'

Gilan sighed then stood up violently, the chair rocking back on two legs and stormed out of his tent collecting his weapons as he went, and pulling on his brown cloak. Will hurried to follow him.

'What are you going to do?'

'Find him of course,' replied Gilan then he stopped and turned to face Will. 'Don't try and stop me.'

Will started shaking his head when another man walked up. He saw a flash of recognition in Gilan eyes and realised that he also recognised the man as one of the people from the meeting. Murray was the man's name.

The man spoke with a heavy accent. 'He won't try to stop you, but I will.'

Gilan glared at the man and spoke in a tongue to the man that Will didn't understand. It seemed hash but they spoke quietly and then seemed to come to a decision. He turned to Will.

'I think you better be getting back,' Will felt slightly annoyed at being sent away but nodded and walked back to Tug.

Night fell across the encampment as Gilan waited just beyond the trees of the wood next to the other people's camp. About tent meters across from him was another man and beyond him was another and another so their little group stretched out throughout the camp.

Gilan winced inwardly every time he heard one of the men move or change position, as they wore chain mail- so they would blend in to the other people in the camp- and the metal chinked and giggled. He stayed completely still and blended in completely with the shadows as Murray walked from the camp and up into the trees then stopped, waiting for Gilan to find him instead of the other way around which would be impossible as Gilan was invisible in the darkness.

'Did you find him?' whispered Gilan and heard a positive whisper in return. Murray retold Gilan directions to ware his father was being held then signalled to the man next in line. The signal went down the line using different bird calls and then Gilan moved in. The men behind him would then enter the camp five minutes between each other and find the bulk of the Calvary and get them out with Murray directing them. Gilan would find his father and meet them back in the woods.

Once inside the camp Gilan pulled down his cowl so that he looked like anyone walking around wearing a cloak. He picked up a bundle of wood which he held in front to his face so that no one would recognise his face and acted like he belonged here.

In his mind he re-told himself the directions ticking them off as he followed one. Too the second lamp then turn right. Past the five cooking fires then left passed four tents to the large on in the middle. Take a left again then to the first lamp then on the right, straight ahead is the tent with his father in.

Two people stood guard outside the tent. One was sitting down on a chair right next to the flap and the other was round the other side. Gilan walked forward through the scattered tents, crouching to pick up a half full bottle of rum. He went to the man on the other side first smiling as he saw a good plan form in his head.

The man was shaping a dice so that it would roll a good six every time. Gilan dropped the twigs on the floor and stomped over to the man. From time in the camp he knew that any form of gambling is not allowed and so buffering out his chest he said in an arrogant voice that all important people here seemed to use, 'Not allowed those are we,' and snatching them out of the man's hand.

His plan worked. 'But Sir, I-'

Gilan crossed his arms and looked sternly down at the man. 'Take them,' he glanced at the twigs on the floor, 'over to the kitchens and I'm sure you're friend over here can guard one prisoner.'

'But Sir, that's over half the camp away.'

He hadn't known that, well it would give him time though Gilan. 'I know. Now hurry to it.'

The man scrambled off and Gilan walked around to the other man. The man was not just sitting down he was sleeping. He slouched some of the beer on the man's front then dropped it on the floor. With the butt of his knife he knocked the man out cold so there would be no chance of the man waking up and entered the tent.

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