hold the wall. Your brothers and I march to the Palace of the Emperor. There is
nothing to be gained by delay. The war has begun.
own cleverness has betrayed him. He stands behind the walls of the palace,
offering an empty hand and a face of lies. Shoju offers us nothing, yet he would
ask us to lose everything. He says that we need his strength, that we need to
understand his actions. The Scorpion have always believed that polite words and
cunning can force any outcome, and justify any action. No more.
not be manipulated. Our constant battle with the Shadowlands has given us the
ability to control its darkest forces and turn them to our will, Nothing can
bend our determinations, not Shoju’s lies, not the threat of war between the
clans, not all the foulness of the Shadowlands itself. Courage, and the secrets
we have stolen from the Deep South, are our weapons.
Scorpion are alone. They are unveiled. If their strength was as great as Shoju
promises, they would not ask for our aid. They would not beg us to be their
war is over, our time will be near. We do not need his strength.