Logistics

Zebulun returned to camp just before dawn. He laid his weapons on the ground. Slowly, wearily, he removed his helmet and breastplate.

Quinn woke up. "Where did you go?"

"To send a message to the soldiers camped outside the forest."

"You talked to them?"

"Not in so many words."

Sarah sat up. "Zebulun," she said, "How long can the soldiers remain?"

"No more than a few weeks without resupply," he said. "There’s no nearby river large enough to bring food or firewood by ship. Transporting food over land is expensive. Unless they can forage, they’ll run out."

"The only forageable food fit for human consumption is here in our forest," said Sarah. "We can prevent that."

"Then you should be fine — until they send another dragon."

Sarah nodded, her eyes thoughtful.

Davion awoke. "You’re back. Is everything alright?"

"For the moment," said Zebulun. He threw a log on the fire and stoked the fading coals until it lit.

"Well," said Sarah. "We have some time on our hands. Zebulun, you once said you were in no mood for visions. Are you in the mood now?"

Zebulun looked at the breaking dawn. "I might be."