The tumen halted in the basin while the accounting ran.
Torghul had brought the nearest mingan to a stop when the guard went back, and the halt sustained through the engagement's close.
The main body stood in march order on the ridge above the basin, men sitting their horses in the silence of a formation that had heard something and was waiting to understand what it meant. Nobody had sent word forward yet. The relay was assembling the figures.
Batu stayed there.
The physician was at Bjorn's position, working the shaft out of the upper arm with the care he brought to everything.
Bjorn sat on the ground with his back against a dead pack animal, his right hand flat on his knee, his face showing no emotion or pain. The shaft came out clean.
The physician packed the wound and Bjorn studied it once and turned away.
