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"Hers is advice from a feral heart. Together, my brothers and I might bring the Lunar down, if he would accept a challenge from a whole [[An Oathsworn Circle|circle]] as fair, but that would leave his horde. When the leader falls, the barbarian thirst for blood remains. They would be too easily roused to war again, and they would come straight for us." | "Hers is advice from a feral heart. Together, my brothers and I might bring the Lunar down, if he would accept a challenge from a whole [[An Oathsworn Circle|circle]] as fair, but that would leave his horde. When the leader falls, the barbarian thirst for blood remains. They would be too easily roused to war again, and they would come straight for us." | ||
β | "Led by a younger Lunar, one not born in the | + | "Led by a younger Lunar, one not born in the first age. I'm sure you could beat such as that." |
Storm nodded. "Doubtless I could. But the aim of war is an end to fighting; the goal of a soldier to lay down his sword. I would prefer to end this within years rather than be at this battle centuries from now." | Storm nodded. "Doubtless I could. But the aim of war is an end to fighting; the goal of a soldier to lay down his sword. I would prefer to end this within years rather than be at this battle centuries from now." | ||
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Below the two, faint lantern lights sprung up on the near side of the Pagoda's battlements, casting the lake of glass in the image of fire. "And the choice of the terrain?" | Below the two, faint lantern lights sprung up on the near side of the Pagoda's battlements, casting the lake of glass in the image of fire. "And the choice of the terrain?" | ||
β | "Because I do not move does not mean I am idle. I already know how and where Ma-Ha-Suchi will come at us. When the time comes, you will be there waiting, in my vanguard." | + | "Because I do not move does not mean I am idle. I already know how and where Ma-Ha-Suchi will come at us. When the time comes, you will already be there waiting, in my vanguard." |
Nekuto clasped his commander's shoulder and smiled. "I knew better than to doubt. I'll go round up the troops and dress them down for the night." | Nekuto clasped his commander's shoulder and smiled. "I knew better than to doubt. I'll go round up the troops and dress them down for the night." | ||
β | As Nekuto hurried down the stairs, Storm of Amber turned away from the window and back to the Table. Ma-Ha-Suchi's tactics? No, Storm and the Lunar were not alike enough for the Mask to fall prey to that ruse. The Zenith had | + | As Nekuto hurried down the stairs, Storm of Amber turned away from the window and back to the Table. Ma-Ha-Suchi's tactics? No, Storm and the Lunar were not alike enough for the Mask to fall prey to that ruse. The Zenith had used a spirit much closer to his own to devise the formations the men marched through this week; a spirit whose presence the Mask would feel on the battlefield, allowing Storm's living tactics to take the Deathlord by surprise. |
The hearthstone-sun fell to the edge of the Table as the true sun set at last, and the [[Sweet Voice of Brass and Glory]] caught it up in her hand as she materialized out of her sanctum. She gave Storm a twisted smile and, wordlessly, the two went down to join their fellows for dinner. | The hearthstone-sun fell to the edge of the Table as the true sun set at last, and the [[Sweet Voice of Brass and Glory]] caught it up in her hand as she materialized out of her sanctum. She gave Storm a twisted smile and, wordlessly, the two went down to join their fellows for dinner. |