"Do what your way?" I persisted. "Exactly what is it we're trying to accomplish anyway?"
Aahz sighed.
"We're scouting the enemy," he explained patiently. "We've got enough going against us on this campaign without rushing in uninformed."
"How much information do we need?" I grumbled. "This encampment doesn't look any different from the last five we looked at."
"That's because you don't know what you're looking for," Aahz scoffed. "What have you learned so far about the opposition?"
I wasn't ready for the question but I gamely rose to the challenge.
"Urn... there are a lot of them... they're well armed ... um ... and they have catapults..."
"That's all?" Aahz sneered. "Brilliant! You and Badaxe make a great team of tacticians."
"Okay, so teach me!" I shot back. "What have you learned?"
"You can spend years trying to learn military theory without scratching the surface," my mentor replied sternly. "But I'll try to give you the important parts in a nutshell. To appraise a force, such as we're doing now, remember two words: ‘Sam' and ‘Doc.' "
" ‘Sam' and ‘Doc,' " I repeated dutifully.
"Some folks prefer to remember ‘Salute' but I like ‘Sam' and ‘Doc,' " Aahz added as an aside.
"Terrific," I said, grimacing. "Now tell me what it means."
"They're to help you remember an information checklist," Aahz confided. " ‘Salute's stands for Size, Activity, Location, Unit, Time, and Equipment. That's fine as far as it goes, but it assumes no judgmental ability on the part of the scout. I prefer ‘Sam' and ‘Doc.' That stands for Strength, Armament, Movement, and Deployment, Organization, and Communications."
"Oh," I said, hoping he wasn't expecting me to remember all this.
"Now, using that framework," Aahz continued, "let's summarize what we've seen so far. Size: there are lots of them, enough so it's kind of pointless to try for an exact count. Movement: currently, they're just sitting there."
"I got that far all by myself," I pointed out sarcastically.
"The big key, however," Aahz continued, ignoring me, "is in their Armament and Equipment. When you look at this, consider both what is there and what isn't."
"How's that again?" I asked.
"What there is a lot of foot-schloggers, infantry, a little artillery in the form of catapults and archers, but nothing even vaguely resembling cavalry. That means they're going to go slow when they move, particularly in battle. We don't have to worry about any fast, flanking moves; it'll be a toe-to-toe slugfest."
"But, Aahz-" I began.
"As to the Deployment and Organization," he pushed on undaunted, "they're strung out all over the place, probably because it's easier to forage for food that way. Then again, it displays a certain confidence on their part that they don't feel it's necessary to mass their forces. I think we're looking at their Organization, a collection of companies or battalions each under the leadership of two or three officers, all under the guidance of a super-leader or general."
"Aahz-" I tried again.
"Communications seems to be their most vulnerable point," Aahz pushed on doggedly. "If an army this size doesn't coordinate its movements, it's in big trouble. If they're really using signal towers and runners to pass messages, we might be able to jinx the works for them."
"All of which means what?" I interrupted finally.
"Hmm? Oh, that's a capsule summary of what we're up against," Aahz replied innocently.
"I know. I know," I sighed. "But for days you've been saying you'll formulate a plan after you've seen what we're up against. Well, you've seen it. What's the plan? How can we beat ‘em?"
"There's no way, kid," Aahz admitted heavily. "If I had seen one, I would have told you, but I haven't, and that's why I keep looking."
"Maybe there isn't one," I suggested cautiously.
Aahz sighed.
"I'm starting to think you're right. If so, that means we'll have to do something I really don't want to do."
"You mean give up?" I said, genuinely startled. "After that big speech you gave me about responsibility and-"
"Whoa," Aahz interrupted. "I didn't say anything about giving up. What we're going to do is-"
"Gleep!"
The unmistakable sound came to us from behind, rolling up the hill from the brush-filled gully where we'd left my pet.
"Kid," Aahz moaned, "will you keep that stupid dragon quiet? All we need now is to have him pull the army down our necks."
"Right, Aahz!" I agreed, worming away backward as fast as I could.
As soon as I was clear of the crest of the hill, I rose to a low crouch and scuttled down the slope in that position. Crawling is neither a fast nor comfortable means of travel for me.
As per our now normal procedure, we had tethered Gleep to a tree ... a large tree after he had successfully uprooted several small ones. Needless to say, he wasn't wild about the idea, but it was necessary considering the delicate nature of our current work.
"Gleep!"
I could see him now, eagerly straining at the end of his rope. Surprisingly, however, for a change he wasn't trying to get to me. In fact, he was trying his best to get at a large bush which stood some distance from his tree ... or at something hidden in the bush!
Cold sweat suddenly popped out on my brow. It occurred to me that Gleep might have been discovered by one of the enemy army scouts. That would be bad enough, but even worse was the possibility said scout might still be around.
I hurriedly stepped sideways into the shadow of a tree and reviewed the situation. I hadn't actually seen a scout. In fact, there was no movement at all in the indicated bush. I could sneak back and get Aahz, but if I were wrong he wouldn't be very happy over being called to handle a false alarm. I could set Gleep loose and let him find the intruder, but that would mean exposing myself.
As I stood debating my next course of action, someone slipped up behind me and put hands over my eyes.
"Surprise!" came a soft voice in my ear.
Chapter Eleven:
"Should old acquaintance tie forgot.... "
-COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO
I JUMPED!
Perhaps I should clarify. When I say "I jumped," I mean I really jumped. Over a year ago, Aahz had taught me to fly, which is actually controlled hovering caused by reverse levitation.
Whatever it was, I did it. I went straight up in the air about ten feet and stayed there. I didn't know what had snuck up behind me, and didn't want to know. I wanted help! I wanted Aahz!
I drew a mighty breath to express this desire.
"Kinda jumpy, aren't you, handsome?"
That penetrated my panic.
Stifling my shout before it truly began, I looked down on my attacker. From my vantage point, I was treated to a view of a gorgeous golden-olive complexioned face, accented by almond-shaped cat's eyes, framed by a magnificent tumble of light green hair. I could also see a generous expanse of cleavage.
"Tanda!" I crowed with delight, forcing my eyes back to her face.
"Do you mind coming down?" she called. "I can't come up."
I considered swooping down on her dramatically, but decided against it. I'm still not all that good at flying, and the effect would be lost completely if I crashed into her.
Instead, I settled for lowering myself gently to the ground a few paces from her.
"Gee, Tanda, I... slack!"
The last was squeezed forcefully from me as she swept me into a bone-crushing embrace.
"Gee, it's good to see you, handsome," she murmured happily. "How have you been?"
"I was fine," I noted, untangling myself briefly. "What are you doing here?"