Chapter 41 If You're The Mom, Then Who's The Dad?

• In the war tent, maps spread across the large wooden table like parchment prophecies of death. Commanders from each division had gathered, so had my friends and the prince. I studied the topography of the battlefield, my finger tracing the ridge where we'd first encountered the Southern army's scouts.
• "This position gives us the high ground," I said, tapping a spot on the map. "If we place archers here, we can rain down cover fire while the ground forces advance."
• Commander Thora nodded. "My scouts report their numbers have thinned since we took out Vance. They're retreating to regroup, but slowly. They don't expect us to follow so quickly."