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Chapter 1457: Spear With Split Shaft
The reply from the south arrived eleven days after the wall came down.
It came on the back of a single wagon, pulled by two tired horses and driven by a quartermaster's clerk who looked at the ruined northern rampart the way a man looks at a house fire on the other side of the road. Behind him, under a sheet of oiled canvas, were four crates of spears, six sacks of flour, a barrel of lamp oil and a sealed letter.
That was all.
Northern was on the rubble slope with his squad when the wagon rolled in. They had spent the morning hauling broken stone off the breach by hand, because the stonemasons the Keep had asked for had not come either. From the top of the slope, with a block of grey granite braced against his hip, he watched two soldiers pry the lid off the first crate and lift out a spear.
The shaft had already split along the grain, a long pale crack running from the socket halfway to the butt.
