his side, but did not look away from the unicorn.
“Kyril,” he called.
“He’s already following her,” Basil said behind him.
Mars gave his queen time to make her way to where she needed to be.
Then he jerked up his chin.
The stallion turned and galloped away.
Mars bent over Hephaestus’s neck and dug his heels in his mount’s sides.
They burst forward and followed the unicorn, and he heard the thunder of horses’ hooves behind him as they did the same.
They could not have gone half a mile before the stallion curled his front legs and pushed off his back ones, leaping in the air in order to clear nothing.
Hephaestus followed suit.
There were noises of alarm behind him that Mars ignored, for all about them turned purple.
And then the purple was gone as they landed in wet turf in the middle of a blinding rain.
121
The Battle of the Heights
Prince Cassius
Valley at the Base of the Night Heights Mountain Range
AIREN
They had several advantages.
The first was the element of surprise.
It was not a complete surprise. A thousand horses galloping down the side of the mountain made noise.
But when they arrived, the enemy had not had nearly the time they would need to prepare to face what they were about to face.
Not to mention, a thousand horses galloping down the side of a mountain, the sight that was, the noise it made, when you knew the men and women on those horses were riding in with the intent to do you harm, it was intimidating.
As Cassius planned.
The second advantage was a different kind of surprise, one for Cassius.
They had not fortified their position. They’d dug no trenches nor erected any barricades.
The way was clear, when he and Elena’s troops arrived, for them to ride right into, and through, their encampment.
This was a boon he had not expected.
And they needed every boon they could get.
The third advantage was the Nadirii archers.
Nadirii archers did not let fly an arrow unless they’d taken aim. Their target might move in the interim, and thus be missed. But they did not waste ammunition on a barrage intent to daunt, not do damage.
Thus, when the front line, including Cassius, Elena, Macrinus, Jasmine, Serena, Hera, Rosehana, and their following line, including Antonius, Nero, and Cass and Elena’s best cavalrymen got close, they bent low over the necks of their mounts.
And the Nadirii archers behind them took aim and let fly.
Thus, as the first line of the allied militia that had scrambled to meet them were on foot, and they had not had time to fully don any armor, they therefore collapsed as a whole before Cassius and Elena were within fifty feet of them.
It was the forward cavalry’s job, as they rode over and through the fallen, to deliver damage with their swords and their horses’ hooves that would make certain they did not get up.
This, they did.
The next advantage circled back to the first three. It was one Cassius had hoped to gain with this strategy and was pleased he did.
For it was impossible to miss the fact that a great number of the militia decided on the spot—with a surprise, full-frontal attack and legendary Nadirii archers in play—maybe they’d made the wrong decision on whose side they wished to take.
Deserters were racing into the forest beyond in droves.
In the thick of it, Cassius could not begin to deduce how many had fled.
He just knew it wasn’t enough.
But at least it was something.
A further advantage was that they were all on horseback.
Cassius could cut through three men before they got close enough to do damage to him or Caelus.
Thus, this was how Cassius proceeded, with Elena doing the same at his side, cutting a swath of wounded or dead militia alongside their comrades who were doing the same.
And the last advantage to their preliminary attack was that, when Gallienus was king, the landed gentry were given the option of whether or not to send their militias if the king called them to service.
Some did.
Most did not.
Those who did not used their militias to keep the peace in their fiefdoms, this mostly taking the form of intimidating and bullying recalcitrant vassals, mutinous peasants or upstart merchants and freemen.
As such, the soldiers they were fighting were not well trained and had little to no experience.
Very different from the Airenzian and Nadirii warriors who they now faced.
But this was not all there was to that particular advantage, for some of these men weren’t militia at all.
Just dissenters to Cassius’s vision of the future of Airen.
So, they had