He was finishing the repairing of a water pump, when first he heard the excited voice of Korm calling from nearby. Straightening, wrench in hand, he waved an answer, waited until the blond giant had come to his side.
"Your guns, Trent," Korm said breathlessly. "We make a raid today."
"A raid? Where?"
"At the south of York. Spies have brought information that new prisoners have been brought to the encampment; they will be more than willing to escape. And perhaps others may come, too."
The thrill of the words swept through Kimball Trent's mind, surged hot blood into his temples. He dropped the wrench, caught up his guns from where they lay beside the pump.
"How many are going?" he asked.
"A few," Korm answered, setting the pace toward a small group waiting beside a tunnel mouth.
"Hurry," a voice called clearly.
"Lura!" Kimball Trent said. "Surely you're not letting her go along."
Korm frowned. "Of course," he said. "She is good with knife and spear; she has been on many raids."