"All right," Cyrward says, standing up. "We'll continue as planned." He waves a hand at two of the men standing behind him. "Aedin and Solly, get round to the far bank and get ready." The first scout pulls him to one side. "Cyrward, what's the plan?" "You know what the plan is!" "No, I mean, what's the Seer going to do? Can we trust him?" "It's a bit late to raise this now! He won't let us down." "You better be right about that," the scout says. Both of them are ignoring Inric, who is sitting less than five feet away, well within earshot. On the road, Wil trudges along beside his guard. All ten of them are tense now.