When the sun sank the following evening, they rose, fed, and listened as Kateesha promised more blood, more fighting.

"We lost many." Noris, a former guard, motioned to the small group. "We were few before, but now"

Kateesha waved his concern away. "We shall raise an army, the likes of which Malick has never seen before. There is not a moment to lose."

"And what of the dead?" Noris pressed. "Will we not take the time to mourn them?"

And to mourn those we ...