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. So I was guessing it involved magic,
since I was the authority in residence.
But I was wrong.
"I'd like to speak to you," she said, "concerning a small state of war
in which we, seem about to become engage.
CHAPTER 8
After a pleasant time with a pretty lady, a series of stimulating
hallway conversations, and a relaxing dinner with family and friends, it
seemed almost fitting that it be time for something different and
distracting. The idea of a small war seemed, at least, better than a big
one, though I did not say that to Vialle. A moment's careful thought, and I
shaped the query:
"What's going on?"
"Dalt's men are dug in near the western edge of Arden," she said.
"Julian's are strung out facing them. Benedict has taken Julian additional
men and weapons. He says he can execute a flanking movement that will take
Dalt's line apart. But I told him not to."
"I don't understand. Why not?"
"Men will die," she said.
"That's the way it is in war. Sometimes you have no choice."
"But we do have a choice, of sorts," she said, "one that I don't
understand. And I do want to understand it before I give an order that will
result in numerous of deaths."
"What is the choice?" I asked.
"I came here to respond to a Trump message from Julian," she said. "He
had just spoken with Dalt under a flag of truce
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