Horse-Master
The stronghold was amazingly
well-stocked. Shelters for the soldiers.
Weapons piled high on carts. The
Snake King had sent them in strength.
They had come to smash his rebellion
to pieces. In any front-on fight,
against equipment and numbers like
this, his men would never have stood
a chance. Maybe his surrender was
the right decision in other ways,
putting an end to this fighting would
also save many of his men’s lives. All
he had to do was negotiate the right
settlement. It meant subjugating his
people to the rule of the Snake City.
But he owed it to them to save
unnecessary deaths. And talking
king-to-king, he’d negotiate a
reasonable accommodation.