C258 THE COST OF ONE MISTAKE

The fifth village did not barricade the road.

That was what made the Second Prince suspicious.

When the battalion reached the entrance, the main gate stood open. Carts were pushed aside. No shouting. No thrown stones. No archers visible on rooftops.

The Second Prince lifted a hand.

The soldiers slowed.

One of his captains leaned closer. “Ambush?”

“Maybe,” he replied. “Or invitation