“Ilathor muttered to Jehral. “Slow the enemy,” he repeated. “More easily said than done, my friend.” Reined in on a broad ridge, the two men watched the revenant horde covering the plain in front of them, coating the land like an insect swarm. A month of hard riding and here they were; they’d found the enemy somewhere in Tingara’s south. If this army reached Seranthia before the emperor, the city would fall. “We need to bite at their flanks and flee before they can give chase,” Jehral sa...id. “Forming up to resist our charges will slow them. We can also put barriers in their way: trenches and rock falls, perhaps get some logs . . .” “What do Hazarans know of digging trenches?” Ilathor said. “We can learn, Kalif.” “It is our skill on horseback that is our greatest strength, not scrabbling at the earth like Toraks.” “Still, Kalif, I think . . .”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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