That, Karstly did not reply to. Samuel wanted to jump in on behalf of his Lord, to shout up in defence. How were they mortal men meant to fight against the likes of Tiberius? How would anyone dodge a trap that was so perfectly laid to blind them? How could that be expected of them?
But he held his tongue, for he knew indeed that was exactly what Karstly expected of himself. To have been outdone so thoroughly, the young General would not like it.
After a few minutes of thought, with them simply watching Tiberius from a distance, marching ever closer to the Skreen, Karstly perked up with a sudden realization. "I did not see through Tiberius' antics. But you did, Minister. How? How did you know to be here to warn me?"
Hod looked at him. "For the same reason that I knew you yourself would be here."
"Because you were informed of it?" Karstly asked.
"Was I?" Hod said. "How did Lord Blackwell know to find me? How did his crows know where to fly?"
