The day afterward, Malchus had the march through the mountains resume. As he had since the campaign’s beginning, he led from his turret atop the mighty elephant Mago, who along with his herd-mates tore and tramped through the vegetation, carving out the avenue that the rest of the army would follow. The turret’s constant rocking would make Malchus’s head spin and upset his balance a little, but he considered those discomforts a minor price to pay for the prestige and vantage of riding t...