Ch 6 Too Late to Run
Lysander worked his men hard over the next few weeks, he wanted to get all his protections and traps in place before Tremain found them and he knew that time was running short.
Because they were no longer raiding none of the traps Tremane set for them caught any of his people, though he was managing to clear out many of the smaller bandit groups.
That was something Lysander didn't mind at all. They were as dangerous to his people as they were to the average Hardornan.
By now he had all the new recruits he could handle. Gabe was keeping an eye on the spy, they were keeping him too buzy to cause any real trouble.
Lysander had the version of his name the men had taken to calling him leaked to the spy. He wanted Tremane to know he had a single person to deal with, but at the same time he didn't want him to know who he was. At least not yet.
He knew there was little chance that Tremane would link Sander With Lord Lysander, though he might figure out he came from the Empire if any of his men recognized some of the "improvements" Lysander's men had been making.
Tremane sat frowning over the latest report about the Bandits. They seemed to have made little headway in stopping the most organized of the groups. He sighed wishing someone as competent as this Sander, couldn't have found a legitimate calling rather than turning to crime.
He could have used someone like that. At least he knew where the bandits were hiding now. Though his spy had said there were rumors of more than one base.
He hoped not, with as many men as was he known to have in the base he knew about, he hated to think how many of the bandit's there were if there were more bases. At least enough for a small army.
Tremane readied his plans to take to the meeting with his allies and army.