But the bat-winged stallion only looked away. “If it comes to a rescue, you let us do it our way,” he said. It didn’t sound like a request. “You don’t know anything about war. But at least it sounds like you didn’t try to plan one. I hope you realize it’s probably going to come to that. It might be better to take the zeppelin idea, and the bit about rescuing the major, and trash the rest. Wait until we have a real army, however many months they have left.”