The orderly loudly repeated his words once again.
But Tyrion showed no joy; his eyes were filled with suspicion.
"How could they be repairing? Why is it that they will have the capability after seven clock hours?"
The orderly answered, "It is said that a Spell trusted aide supported them, using the Dragon Tooth Barrier to protect the fortress."
"What?"
Tyrion nearly jumped up.
"Dragon Tooth Barrier? Is this Spell trusted aide an idiot? How could a Strategic Level Spell be used like this? He should have reported to me first, allowing me to decide how to use it! I have a thousand ways to get better results, damn it! I'll take him to the Judgement Court!"
The orderly asked, "Commander, what should we do now?"
A storm erupted in Tyrion's mind for an instant; this was the only piece of good news, giving him a glimmer of hope.
And the most excellent commanders were those who could seize that faint glimmer of hope, magnify it, and ultimately achieve victory.