Raucus nodded sharply. His horse danced a step sideways, evidently picking up on his rider’s excitement. ‘I recommend we wait, Your Highness,’ he said. ‘Let them advance another mile down that causeway, and I’ll leave those ugly things in pieces.’ Isana felt the confidence flowing from him, and arched an eyebrow. ‘You’re sure?’ ‘They’re coming with maybe thirty thousand troops. I’ve got three standing Legions, three Legions of veteran militia, better than a thousand Knights and every bloody Citizen in Antillus. Pieces, Your Highness,’ Raucus replied, vicious satisfaction in his voice. ‘Little
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