‘We’ve overswept his land and killed half his people - still think King Emin is going to conjure up a surprise we can’t handle?’ Styrax said with a slightly forced smile.
He knew Vrill was right about much, but they simply couldn’t wait to devise something intricate, nor could they evade the Narkang force - and he did not want to. Supplies were running dangerously low, and they needed a decisive victory, or they would begin to starve within the week. He’d given the order that there was to be no guard left with the baggage. One way or another, this day would be decisive. Styrax was certain his armies would show their worth.
‘I think a surprise doesn’t need to be your equal if it truly is a surprise - he possesses a Crystal Skull, according to Major Amber and — ’
‘And I have several!’ Styrax growled, ‘to say nothing of the fact none of his mages are my equal, nor Lord Larim’s nor, most likely, half of Larim’s acolytes.’
Vrill opened his mouth to argue, then shut it again with a snap. The decision was made and the most likely result of arguing further would be a swift death. ‘As you command, my Lord,’ he said in a tight, controlled voice. ‘Do you have final orders for me before I go to my command?’
Styrax, his hands balled into fists, made himself calm down. After a moment, he said, ‘Take your time. They’ll not come to you, so once you’ve cleared away the skirmishers you can negotiate the advance ditches slowly. Keep your formation and keep close to the tree-line. If they have cavalry hidden there they’ll run long before you reach them, for fear of being pinned down.’
Vrill looked up at the sky. It was still early and there was a blanket of thin cloud overhead. ‘A good thing they want to keep your wyvern on the ground,’ he commented. ‘There’s a lot of marching to do today; hot sun’s the last thing we’ll need.’
Styrax nodded. ‘With any luck they’ll keep the clouds there for us so I won’t have to.’ He offered a hand to his general who looked startled for a moment before remembering himself and taking it. ‘Good hunting - if you break their line or draw them out, don’t hesitate. Keep a mage close and send me a message if they’re weakening; I’ll get their attention while you win the battle.’
Vrill couldn’t help but grin at the prospect, a flush of animation crossing his usually composed face. Lord Styrax was not a man who shared victory easily, but this he meant. Duke Vrill had the right flank; he had ten legions to march to the tree-line and in through the narrow channel King Emin had left on the edge of the forest: two thousand cavalry to protect his flank and eight thousand infantry to throw against the enemy line.
Once past the defensive ditches of the Narkang Army it would become brutal, bloody sword-work. With a breach, the quality of the Menin heavy infantry and the savagery of the Chetse élite axemen would come into their own.
‘Good luck to you too, my Lord,’ Vrill said with meaning.
The bulk of the army, double the number at Vrill’s command, would be directly assaulting the fort at the heart of the Narkang defences, marching straight towards the enemy on ground of the enemy’s choosing. A further six legions protected their left flank and rear, where the Narkang cavalry would be trying to make their greater numbers count.
They would be assailed on two sides, barely able to fight back until they breached the fort’s walls: it would be the greatest test the Menin Army had ever faced. Their enemy was ruthlessly inventive and had had weeks to prepare for battle; that made it a horrific prospect — but Lord Styrax himself would be leading them, and that was enough for the army.
Styrax watched Vrill go, then raised an armour-clad arm and struck it against General Gaur’s. The two had no need for parting words. Gaur had devised the plan with his lord, and he knew his part well enough; everything else was understood. He left without a word.
Styrax looked out towards the enemy lines, visualising what he’d scouted from wyvernback the previous evening: two great defensive ditches, each running for more than half a mile, reached out from the castle called Moorview in a diamond shape, with a wooden fort at the nearest point and Moorview at