As she retired to the royal tent, Princess Avari’s brother said the words she feared.
“There are too many, and they have learned too well. We cannot win.”
“What do they want this time?” she asked.
“For us to stop irrigating our lands with the winter melt.”
“Then we fight. Better to die in battle than to starve in the dark.”
Her brother closed his eyes, but he didn’t disagree.