The man who sent the note sat in an open caravan tent in the northern part of the village. He watched the man desend from the Sand boat and smiled to himself. Sand boat was amusing, he had seen a boat, no a ship, before. When he went to the west he had visited the ocean town which had a ship like the one he watched the man disembark from.
He stared at the four people walking into the middle of Raja. In his minds eye he continued to plan his next move. He believed that life was like chess, and that while novices only decided what to do as they saw the field, true masters looked far to the future, seeing every more their opponents might make. He casually raised his left hand and waved slightly, giving the signal. Ten men from four corners of the village charged at the strangers.
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