“A clever plan,” smiled the general. “We should pass that strategy back to Motanga.”
“I am not ready to report our losses to Vand,” Premer Doralin said softly. “Let us have a victory under our belt before we report in. That will soften the blow of our losses. In the morning we will crush Alamar. Tomorrow evening will be soon enough for a report.”
Chapter 4
Alamar
Emperor Marak walked into the Lords’ Council chamber and found the members of the council leaning over a large map. He walked over to the group to listen to the conversation.
“The trenches are the lines that I have added to the map,” explained Lord Quilo. “They are narrow enough that a horse can jump them, but too wide for a man.”
“Then you are assuming that the Motangans will use only infantry?” asked Lord Chenowith.
“That is what has been passed on to me,” shrugged Lord Quilo.
“He is correct,” interjected the Emperor. “The information that we have is that the Motangan cavalry is minimal. With a million men they do not need to rely on speed. Besides, they would have needed three times as many ships if their armies were primarily cavalries. The width of the trenches is excellent for our needs. Our cavalries can buy time for our infantry to retreat and destroy the bridges and then the horsemen can leap over the trenches. The Motangans will be slowed down.”
“Welcome back, Emperor,” smiled Lord Chenowith. “I understand that you have been out of the city.”