Something about that option to Vol seemed to be off. He narrowed his eyes, as his instincts warned him against that course of action. What could it be? He glanced at Penelope, who seemed to have read his mind.
"Vol doesn't like it," she said. "If we once more make assumptions, we ought to be able to guess why. Someone like Earl Brighteyes, would he really stage a plan with an obvious solution and not prepare countermeasures? Of course, the logical thing would be to attack the weaker side. It's too obvious. The route to Darling will be fraught with danger, and even if we do make it there, who's to say that we'll be saved? There will be fifteen thousand men in pursuit of us, a mere three hundred. The city, though neutral, would almost certainly hand us over. A force that size is a threat to their very existence."