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“After the dogs picked up the sent of SilverFox, we followed his tracks. For miles we followed him being as they were deeper than one with his weight. He had to be carrying something, something heavy.
“It could be that he was carrying someone. At least that is what we were thinking for the first mile, but after ten we were wondering how he was managing it.
“As it turns out, he was carrying a young woman. Prettiest thing I ever did see. Unconscious, she seemed to be. Three days onto the trail and we spotted the emperor’s men. There were too many men for us to get your son and the girl away from them.
“It was hard enough for us to get back here alive. Was thirty of us in the patrol, but only us two made it back.” Both scouts fidgeted with their hands and shuffled their nervous feet while they awaited their Lord.
BlackBear was long in silence. His face was neither angry nor distressed, only ice hard and expressionless. SilverFox was now in the hands of his enemy and had been for more than six long months. Why did it take so long for these two to get back with the information?
Something could have been done to rescue his son and that girl, but it was far too late to dwell on it. The war needed his attention, he needed the war to keep his mind busy and his men needed a general that could think clearly,
“Why did it take you so long to get back with this information? It is far too late to act on it now, far too late. We must believe that my son is alive and continue to do our part in the war effort.
“Now that I have heard the news of my other sons being alive, I can focus further on the war. We remain strong and our forces continue to get stronger. Captain Greenwood will be your new commander and he is waiting for you at the stables.”