Ssssshhhhk. Ssssshhhhk. Feiklen had a long sword in his hand. It was straight, double-edged, and sharp enough to shave with. But a sword could always be sharper.
“It was a success,” Tristan said in his usual guttural tone.
Feiklen jumped to his feet excitedly: “You mean—?!”
“Yes.”
“Then we must begin immediately; it’s time to go to war!!”
“Not quite yet, Feiklen; not quite yet. Dachwald is in no condition to wage war, weak as Sodorf may indeed be. This country has lost all its fighting spirit. If we try to wage war now, we might even find ourselves fighting the Sodorfians and our fellow Dachwaldians at the same time. The country doesn’t want war right now. That will have to change. You must brace yourself for the reality of what it might take to prepare the hearts and minds of our fellow Dachwaldians to want to fight.”