Khouri and Rhajj grinned fiercely. Both saluted and hurried to obey their orders. Rastaban turned to the boy he’d been teaching.
“Go gather the women and the elderly and tell them to remain calm, to continue working as usual. The men are going to war.” Rastaban turned and headed for his tent. He scooped up his weapons and his armor. Then he rounded up the rest of his men from the village and headed up into the hills. If Shanka wanted to play the invisibility game, Rastaban was going to play.
And he was going to play it much better.
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