There was a murmur, maybe a cheer from the crowd. Gilda smiled. She knew the feeling, considering that the last three days were almost unrestful. She had wanted to go out and continue their offensive, feeling that if they didn’t, the Cloven would suddenly strike back. It was a dread image that she couldn’t erase in her mind. It eased somewhat when Imlay gave her that piece of good fortune. Things were finally looking up. Reinforcements were on the way, leaving the Cloven in the middle of two fronts. Even Fillius seemed to realize that and seemed to breath a little easier. 