It was ingenious, the way the women did it, blended right back into village life while they made ready their weapons of war. Unless Rastaban knew each soldier by face, he’d never be able to tell precisely how big her army was. Blending right back in was a matter of solidarity, as well. The soldiers would always have a place to hide.
Invaders would never expect it when they stormed a village and it was already bristling with soldiers.
Rastaban hovered on the edges of the village, watching and waiting. And then he knew, clear as day, what to do.
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