"Halfway," Gerard said. "Enough to see. Not enough to tip. Their captains are disciplined. They don't chase when they shouldn't."
He tapped the river line. "Ashen is shallow on our side for the first thirty paces, then a bite in the middle where the river thinks about being serious. It lulls the young ones. Gorse Rise watches us like a hawk and makes fools nervous."
"What have you done so far?" Vyrelda asked.
"Hold in daylight," Gerard said. "Harass at night—enough to keep them angry, not enough to invite a charge we can't stop." His mouth ticked, humor that had survived three bad meals. "Pray for ropes and carpenters."
