Rastaban sent Khouri and Rhajj ahead to spread the news, set ablaze the fires of war in the hearts of the men back home. He stayed behind for a few days, meditating in the silence of a battlefield of defeat. Then he mounted his horse and set off.
If there was anything he’d learned from General Rami, it was to learn, and he’d seen what Shanka’s army was capable of. Whatever the women do, the men could do it better.
And by the gods, when he got his hands on Shanka, he’d show her how he could do it better.
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