Her Turn

“Status?” Rastaban asked.

Rhajj yelped and went to draw his sword.

Khouri had heard his commander’s horse arrive and turned, calm. “We’ve recruited at least ten thousand men from villages throughout the valley. They’re willing to take up arms and join us in battle.” He grinned. “A few of them are looking forward to taking such fierce women captive.”

Rastaban shook his head. “Don’t count on taking them captive - they won’t take prisoners, and neither shall we.”

“Should we rally the men?” Rhajj asked.

“Tell them to stay where they are. We’ll come to them. It’s her turn to wait.”