'It's like a game of chess,' Bradan said, 'with human lives as pawns.' For one betraying moment, he was with Dhraji, smiling over the chess pieces as she displayed her splendid body. Why do I still think of that creature?
Bradan did not see from where the rock came. He only saw it land in the middle of the human tortoise. Another rock followed, and then another, scattering the men under the shields. Presented with this easy target, the Rajgana archers fired again, joined by others in hidden locations on the flanks of the hill.
'The Thiruzha have catapults, too,' Bradan said, as he saw the scores of Chola casualties left by the abortive attack.
Now they had started, the Rajgana defenders followed up with volleys of rocks that clattered and crashed onto the Chola army, forcing them to ret
