‘What do you intend to do?’ someone asked through the silence.
Hawklan hesitated. ‘That you must not know,’ he replied.
‘Must not?’ his questioner echoed. ‘Are we not to be trusted with your intention.’
Two needs vied within Hawklan for dominance: the commander’s need for obedience, and the healer’s faith in knowledge. But both would have to be met.
‘I trust you with the duty of destroying Sumeral’s army,’ he replied. ‘You in your turn must trust me with the duty of destroying Sumeral’s other power.’
‘But...’
Hawklan raised his hand again. ‘The details of what I intend are as undefined now as are your tactics for dealing with some unknown army on some unknown terrain at some unknown time in the future. That much I can tell you. I can tell you also that with others more powerful than
