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I have planned for the dwarves of Tarashin,” replied Garala. “It will not be an easy one, but it is one well suited for your people. We will speak of it later.”
    The elves and the dwarf rose and sat back down. Baron Ohmson of Zarocca rose.
    “There will be no need to move the portal,” he announced. “I will provide three thousand Occan mounts for your Red Swords. It will take a few days to get them here, but the two thousand lancers that will be herding them will be joining your Red Swords on the march to Giza. I also believe that crushing the Federation now is the only true path to a lasting peace. In the spirit of the Warrior King, I will also lead my men into battle.”
    As if a dam had burst, shouts of agreement flooded through the room as other Occan barons pledged their support. Baron Stikman eventually sighed heavily and nodded in agreement.
    “We are one,” Baron Stikman declared. “Tell us about this mysterious passage through the Sands of Eternity.”
    Kalina asked for a map and one was quickly spread on the table. She leaned over the table and began explaining the path through the desert. As everyone focused on the map, Garth and King Arik split to speak to different groups. Garth cornered Clint and dragged him away from the commotion.
    “You are going to be rather busy for the next few weeks,” Garth declared softly.
    “Do you think I will have to keep the 1 st Corps bottled up that long?” the Ranger asked.
    “You will not be going up against Tauman,” answered Garth. “The 1 st Corps needs to be annihilated, not tied down.”
    “I thought we were trying to spare lives?” frowned Clint. “What are you not telling me?”
    “You can save more lives in other areas,” Garth replied. “There are two groups that we cannot afford to play around with. Tauman’s 1 st Corps is one of them. The other is the Black Citadel. You are going to be used where cunning and deceit can save more lives than battle can.”
    “We are not going to use the A Corps in battle?” balked General Forshire. “Are you one of those who thinks my men are still misfits?”
    “You know me better than that, Clint,” Garth smiled. “The A Corps will have more than one chance to bloody their swords, but you will accomplish more through other means. Your men are going to be moving nonstop for the next few weeks so it is advisable to give them some rest while you are gone.”
    “Gone?” asked Clint. “Where am I going?”
    “To the Cordonia that doesn’t exist,” answered Garth. “General Forshire is going to meet secretly with General Ross of Barouk and General Alden of Aerta. I think their help is going to be needed before all of this is done.”
    Across the room King Arik spoke softly with King Drakarik of Tarashin.
    “What is the task you have for my people?” asked the dwarven king.
    “Your people might be better suited to handle Camp Destiny,” answered the Warrior King. “Do you have good archers among your people?”
    “Dwarves are renowned for their throwing axes and battleaxes,” the dwarf answered, “but we always use bows for hunting game. We have many a fine archer among our ranks.”
    “And magicians?” probed King Arik.
    “Aye,” frowned the dwarven king. “We have a number of good magicians, but our best has gone missing. Dorforun just disappeared one night.”
    “If you need more we will supply them,” promised Arik. “Let me tell you what we need to accomplish.”
    The noise level in the room suddenly increased, and King Arik turned to see people moving away from the long table. The map was rolled up and the participants went in search of others to speak to. Baron Stikman focused on Garth Shado. He crossed the room with long strides and arrived just as Garth and Clint were finishing up.
    “I want to apologize for my stubbornness earlier,” the baron said to the Knight of Alcea. “I was not really opposed to your plan as much as it sounded, but I will admit to having second