Wistril's army grew. Kitchen implements and hastily made staves joined the field as weapons. Sir Knobby and a dozen of the oldest, largest, and most ferocious-looking gargoyles wielded the entirety of Castle Kauph's ornamental weaponry.
Kern popped through the mirror, saluted Sir Knobby, and broke into a trot to catch up with Wistril. Sir Knobby waved his mace in return; Kern smiled but hoped the Grizzly and his band would fail to notice the mends and patches on the maces, halberds, and pikes.
"Master," said Kern, panting. "Here's your sword."
"It will suffice," said Wistril, unsheathing the long, straight blade and re-sheathing it after a brief glance. "Apprentice. The phantoms. Are they briefed and ready?"
Kern grinned. "They're ready," he said. "Come sunset, Lake Ovishoon becomes the single most haunted site in all the Nine Fair Kingdoms."
Wistril nodded, made a motion. The sword and scabbard vanished.
The last of the gargoyles - Cook, still gripping her long iron serving-ladle - lurched through the mirror and hooted. Kern hurried to the glass, stuck his head into the South Tower foyer, and spoke the word of warding.
The image in the mirror of the South Tower vanished, replaced by reflections of Lake and sky and three neat ranks of gargoyles.
Kern withdrew his head and turned. "Cry panic!" he shouted. "And loose the hounds of battle. Kauph marches to war! To victory, brave soldiers! Victory for Kauph!"
On cue, three hundred and seventy gargoyles lifted their makeshift arms and emitted a deafening barrage of hoots.
Wistril scowled, but endured the cheer until it died. "To your posts," he said. "We shall dine in shifts."
The gargoyles broke ranks.
"We shall dine in shifts?" said Kern, shaking his head. "You've got to work on your eve-of-battle speeches, Master," he said. "We simple foot soldiers need something like 'death before dishonor' or 'might makes right.' You know -- something short and pithy to shout as we storm impenetrable ramparts or hurl ourselves boldly into the face of the invincible foe."
"Apprentice!"
Kern saluted. "Yes, sir," he said. "I'm off. Right away, sir." Kern turned on his heel and made for the supply tent. "We shall dine in shifts!" he cried.