Shanka arched an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I’d call it magical.”
“Perhaps.” Malia tested the edge of an arrowhead against her thumb, unconcerned when it cut. “What’s the big battle strategy?”
“He’ll be expecting us to mobilize and form up in regular lines out on the steppes, just the way his father taught him. He’ll move fast so he can get what high ground he can, stake out a water supply, and establish a line of scouts.”
“Men are so predictable.”
“He’s a good general,” Shanka said. “Don’t underestimate him.”
“And?”
“And we make them wait. Just a little longer.”
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