A Plan

“What is he thinking?” Rhajj asked, poking his head into the tent. Khouri glared at him, and he snapped off a belated salute.

“He’s thinking of wooing Kana,” Khouri said sourly.

“It would be an excellent tactic,” Rastaban said. “Woo her, get her to trust me, and use her as...bait. For Kana’s army. They’ll come running when they discover we’ve taken their general.”

“Except we won’t actually have their general,” Khouri pointed out.

“We won’t need to,” Rastaban said. He beckoned to Rhajj. “Tell the men to divide into small groups and recon the villages. I have a plan.”