7 The King's Plan

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Cyrus chuckled, "None that I know of. But we have what has sustained us throughout this conflict so far. The Great King Cyrus! No one can stand up to my will, not even my wretched brother. And tomorrow, despite our lack of numbers, we will show that only Cyrus is worthy of sitting on the throne of his fathers." Cyrus pounded his chest as he spoke, as if to emphasize his strength.

"What is your plan for tomorrow?" Clearchus finally spoke up, moving closer to the table and pointing at the map.

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"I have been giving this much thought this evening," stated Cyrus, using a stick to point out his plan. "We will anchor our right flank on the river for protection. Clearchus, I want your Spartans on the extreme right, and the rest of the Greeks to your left. Ariaeus, I want you to command the center with your Persian and Median troops. I will command the left, and the entire cavalry arm for the maneuver I intend for tomorrow."

"What is your plan, Great King?" Ariaeus asked, clearly intrigued by the formation for the morrow.

"I've known my brother for my entire life," Cyrus began, before walking around the table in slow motion. "He has one particularly fatal flaw, which I hope to exploit. He has always been, and will always be a coward of the first degree. Even when we were mere children, the thought of something charging him, be it man or beast, throws his senses to the winds, and causes intense amount of panic. I believe he has never out grown this. That is why tomorrow, I will locate my brother on the battlefield, and I will charge him with our entire cavalry. When he sees our great host coming down for his head, he will have no choice but to flee. One he flees, his household troops will flee. With the troops, his center. With his center, his life. Once that happens, we will be victorious," Cyrus finished, taking a knife and stabbing the table where Artaxerxes' center was labeled.@@