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After a while, the assassin turned back to the desk and approached slowly. Arden was deep in concentration, staring at the map and the battle lines drawn out by the captain. He leant forwards to take in the landscape, knuckles still balled on the desk and back straightened. She walked around the edges of the room clockwise, careful not to distract him whilst he decided on how to proceed. She took in the spines of the books on display and stopped when one caught her eye to slip it from the shelf.
“I saw it too.”
She turned about, startled, and nearly dropped the text.
“Don’t do that!” she cried.
“Sorry. I appreciate the concern, but you know I already decided what to do the moment I walked in here.” He pulled away from the desk and clicked his spine.
“You have?” Lilith raised an eyebrow.
“The captain has the right idea.” Pointing at the beachhead where they were set to land, the swordsman traced a line to the salt flats north where the forest spread east to meet the sea. A thin tendril of woodland, it cut off the mesa at the foot of the northern mountains and connected the Brokenthorn to the craggy outcrops once famous for its pirates.
“Forgive me for saying, but that doesn’t look like a good place to engage forest dwelling madmen.” She opened the book as she walked towards the desk and set it down on a page depicting a dusty, faded vision of Scara Brae of old. “What about here?” She tapped the page west of the beach where the meadowlands turned into buttercup mottled flatlands.
Arden smiled.
“You’ve been reading your Treaties of Battle.” He smiled appreciatively. “The rocks would provide a good vantage point for the archers, but I see your point.”
“From here, we can march south and rear attack the siege forces, cutting off their escape. If they do manage to push through our meagre battle line they’ll have a nasty surprise waiting for them.”
“A field of corpses is an effective deterrent.” Arden considered it, but couldn’t see how a hundred and fifty men, even lead by the siblings could hope to route an army. “We’ll have to send word to the guards on the wall to mount an offensive from the capital.” He frowned. “But that’s a problem for another day.” He compared both maps for a while whilst Lilith retrieved her geta and tied back her hair into a loose bun.
“I suppose you’ve thought about how we’re going to draw them out into the open?”
“A fire should do the trick,” the swordsman said non-chalant.
Lilith stopped mid-task with a bemused expression. She shrugged, dropped her hands to her side and sat back in her chair.
“Valeena’s going to regret saying ‘full disposal’ to you, isn’t she.”
“Not the forest, silly!”
“Oh.”
“I’m going to set fire to the ship.”
“Oh.” She immediately saw the appeal but remembered what ship they were on. “Arden…”
The swordsman turned and folded his arms across his chest. His expression said all it needed to.
“Okay. We set fire to the flagship of the Scara Braen Royal Guard…” She bit her lip, wondering why she always agreed with his schemes. “You’ll have to convince Killian though, I’m not touching that conversation with a barge pole.”
“We won’t need to.”
“We won’t ne-“ Lilith made herself look imposing, a look Arden new all too well.
“If you’d read the book properly you’d have learnt about the Battle of the Teeth.” He raised a hand to stay her objections. Her sheepish grin confirmed his suspicions. “You can’t just loo at the pictures Lilith.”
“I did read it. Months ago.” She pouted again. “I’ve had a lot on my mind so just tell me, gloat, and let’s go and see where we are shall we?” Brushing aside the sleight the assassin craned her head to suggest she was all ears.