Saturday, 23 April 2016


The enemy troops were in sight now. As the spies had rightly informed, they were about 500 men, all riding on the backs of the finest Arabian horses. They were coming on fast.

But Agrasen, commander of King Suryadev's light cavalry unit, did not seem impressed. His cold face did not betray any emotions or feelings, not that he had a reputation for being emotional anyway. He signalled his men to ready themselves for combat by pulling out their swords and weapons, but warned them against moving forward or making any move whatsoever until he gave them the appropriate signal.

The enemy got closer.

Agrasen held his hand out, asking them to hold.

The enemy got to a stone's throwing distance.

His hand was still held out.

The enemy inched close enough for Agrasen and his men to get a whiff of their horribly putrid body odour.

Finally, Agrasen broke the deadlock by lifting his right arm and turning his palm over and back.

His men were filled with disbelief, but obeyed and sped off on their horses, leaving him to fend for himself.

Poor knowledge of signals can be fatal, more so if you're a leader yourself.

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Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-

A - Arsenal

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