Day Twelve: morning

Yesterday, my brother, in his wanderings, picked up two of their propaganda sheets.

The sender pokes fun at our army personnel and mocks the King for his want of courage. Why does he not come to the gate? Why does he hide in his underground palace? Let him come to the gate and lead the army in attack!

The other was addressed to the people of Kadath. In the event of our surrender we are to lay down our weapons, and swear allegiance to their unspeakable Gods.