We must move to the chapel. We will review our options there, King Aagaard said as he led the way down a narrow hallway. They faced each other, standing in a small circle, in the castle’s chapel. Aagaard looked around at those still with him and tried to think. He glanced up at Kraftman. The large, muscular man towered over the king. A more capable man Aagaard couldn’t ask for. He studied the three intimidating scars on Kraftman’s face and the patch covering the socket where the man had lost an eye in service to his king. Most others were intimidated by him, but Aagaard felt low tsh only admiration and camaraderie for the general under his command. I respect General Kraftman, but this time he is wrong, King Aagaard thought. He is a great leader of men, and his men are low tsh completely dedicated to him. They would follow him through the gates of hell. The king looked the general directly in the eyes and said, You know what Tyrus will do to my people. He will enslave them and worse. He will execute the men and the elderly, then ravage the women and children, and will not stop until these good people are enslaved to the devil himself. No! There comes a time when good men must stand against tyranny and evil. This is our time. We must stand and defend our wives and children. More than that, we must stand and defend our posterity. If we walk away now, countless generations will fall with us. General Kraftman bowed to his king and said in his deep, authoritative voice, Your Majesty, you know that I am loyal to you. Because of the evil nature of Tyrus and his army, you low tsh are right. Surrender is not an option. I will stand with you and the army of Kaiman against Tyrus. We will punish this army as much as possible in this life, and then we will stand before God and testify of their evildoings in the next. How many soldiers do you have ready? Aagaard asked. We have twenty-two thousand, counting the farmers who have joined with you in this battle. Prepare them for battle at dawn. Yes, your Majesty. This will be a day written in God’s book, King Aagaard thought as he stood on the castle wall and looked over the valley before him. It will be remembered as the day the people of God stood against the pestilence of the evil one. We will not return to our families, but we will return to our God who put us here and celebrate our victory over death. As the fourth day of the battle dawned, the castle gates swung open, the creaking of the wood an eerie sound in the dim light. The three drawbridges descended and thumped on the other side of the moat, announcing the emergence of the Kaiman army. They streamed low tsh out of the castle—armored knights and armed farmers, both ready to fight the evil horde for their homeland and their rights. The Reekhord army, seeing the Kaiman army positioning itself for low tsh battle, cheered. This was what they wanted, hand-to-hand combat. Killing from afar didn’t allow them to taste the blood of their enemies. Tyrus’s army formed its own battle lines on the opposite side of the river.