Last Stand

"This wasn't the first night that I've awoken to find her gone from my tent." Tom rumbled. "I figured she was seeking out other men. I didn't much care because I assumed they'd be Islian! But the fire last night got me thinking."

"You suspected her?" William raised his brows as events started to make sense in his own mind. Little coincidences and uneasy twinges he'd brushed off over the last few weeks.

"Well, it occurred to me that our enemy seems to know our plans and our camp layout suspiciously well. That has only really happened since Joan's been with us." Tom smiled grimly. "Before then, when the Moraigthians attacked us you could tell it was guesswork. Now all of a sudden, they know exactly where we've grouped our supply wagons and how to avoid our night guards?"

"So you followed her here?"