Chapter 15

"What's the problem now, Gorge?" Shelbrooke called out as he sat down in his office, cleaning his knife with a piece of cloth. Gorge walked in hesitatingly. "We have about four hundred and eighty soldiers right now." Silence enveloped the room, same as the stench of cigarettes and coffee. Gorge cleared his throat and continued. "Four hundred and eighty-foot soldiers, two hundred archers, and twenty warriors." "And your strategy?" Shelbrooke blew air on the knife now sparkling clean. "We...um...our strategy..." "Speak up!" His voice startled Gorge, causing him to jump. "You have a problem with English now? You speak French now?" "No, your highness. Our strategy is in place. Our foot soldiers are taking over the whole entrance of the city and around the walls. Our archers will be on mountains and warriors will go in to take the Onyx..." "Our father's heritage," Shelbrooke muttered, licking his lips. "With the Onyx, not only will our technology improve, our lives will also im