When he woke up to find us behind him and Carcamela (who I’d left behind) in front of him, General Samodattes, commanding the loyalists, gave up. It wasn’t just that he was surrounded and outnumbered three to one. He was an Imperial general, and fighting your way out of fixes like that is all in a day’s work for men of that calibre. It was the fact that I’d somehow miraculously spirited two-thirds of my army across an uncrossable river that broke him.
