Karstly snapped his fingers at that. "Aha! Indeed. We've already begun the weaving of a beautiful poem. The stories of our victory will be sung for decades to come, even by those who hold no love for the battlefield. Indeed, you are quite right, we ought to continue with where we left off."
"With exhaustion?" Samuel said, not at all following.
"Exactly," Karstly replied. "We shall push the weary, and we will create opportunity out of their overcoming. Find Lombard, and find the Patricks. The story of the battle with Khan still lacks its ending. We will use the momentum that we've already built."
So it was, in short order, on another one of Khastly's whims, that Oliver found himself at the head of the formation, just beside the General himself, with Lombard to his other side. Again, they were to be utilised, but in what way, Oliver knew not.
