VI
MOLTO ALLEGRO
“In truth the science of arms is merely the science of deceiving your enemy with skill.”
— Salvator Fabris, 1606
You built Gavrian armor?!” Loth threw his chalice off the table and two warlords restrained him as he pulled for Ulo.
Ulo addressed the War Table. “Come spring, we move north.”
Loth shook them off. “We have to,” he said. “We’re lucky they haven’t declared war, yet. Gbatu, in our armor. That’s war.”
“They won’t move on us,” said Ulo. “They can’t. Their troops are going to be tied up, chasing down the gbatu. We mass our troops now. Right now. And we start moving them through Ulorak, and into the Shieldlands from the east, at the end of winter.”
“That puts our attack out for at least two moons,” challenged Commander Gar, who headed a large mercenary company
