‘You three will command a thousand each. You will array your eight cohorts into a flattened wedge and march to close. I expect we’ll hold a flank—’ ‘I will advise Lord Anomander that we take the centre,’ said Prazek. She lifted her gaze with an effort, studied him. ‘Why?’ ‘Should our side prevail, sir, it may be necessary for our flanking allies to turn on us.’
