If she had only been queen of the Eroans, she could simply have ignored it. But now she was the Great Khan of all the Raiders. Though the position was more like that of a loose alliance's warlord leader or the chairman of a publicly traded company than an absolute monarch whose word was law, a Great Khan was still a Great Khan, and there were still duties she had to fulfill.
So, after a moment's hesitation, the young Khan said, "Understood. Send a coded transmission to General Ashen Collapse, tell him our position, and have him rendezvous with us. Make sure he knows I'll wait no more than 48 hours."
That's too long, the old Chancellor had just been about to say, when the queen he'd raised from childhood said, "Tell General Ashen Collapse we'll wait for him in the Graywind 7 system. Notify the entire fleet: we're departing at once for the Namelia system to stand by!"
The Chancellor thought, You really don't lift a finger when it comes to dealing with people, do you?
This way, if General Ashen Collapse managed to shake off the enemy and reach the rendezvous within 48 hours, the Khan could tell him where to go next. But if he took too long and couldn't lose his pursuers, he could still serve as bait.
"That's General Ashen Collapse's choice. He chose the Lion's Den, so he has to accept the consequences." The woman Khan sighed in irritation. She had no choice but to put her beloved peach wine out of her mind and stride toward the bridge.
"Prepare my medicine."
"Great Khan..." The old Chancellor hesitated.
"I know what you mean. But, old man, I know my own body. I can still abuse it for a few more decades," the Great Khan