He was as infallible as fate.
There was no breath left for whispering in the ranks of Jackson's men.
Nothing was heard but the steady beat of marching feet, and now and then, the low command of an officer.

But such commands were few.

There were no more stragglers, and the chief himself rode at their head.

They knew how to follow.
The moon faded and many of the stars went back into infinite space.

A dusky film was drawn across the sky, and at a distance the fields and forest blended into one great shadow.