“How much food did we bring with us?”
The officer dug into his papers, pulled out several scrolls, adjusted his monocle, and read.
“For the personnel, when it comes to food and water, not counting other supplies, our reserves will last two and a half weeks,” he announced in a grave voice. “The horses’ supplies might last about eight days. If we cut their rations by a third, we could buy a little more time.”
“Does that include what was eaten as we marched?”
“Yes, my General.”
Hadjar fell silent again and looked at the long line of figurines on the east side of the map that represented their army, which stretched nearly eight miles as it marched, not even counting the baggage trains.
The General had almost forgotten what it was like to fight against mortal armies as a commander of one.
