Peter glanced at the clock, drowsy yet again. Class was about halfway done, and he was nearing sleep. Wonderful. The class was officially titled War and Politics; Peter had signed up for it because it had sounded interesting. He was an expert on this type of thing. But, it turned out to be horribly boring. The Professor droned on and on in a monotone voice, making a marvelous topic dreary and flat. Peter couldn't wait till it was over.
"Pevensie!" Peter's head snapped up.
"Because you have refrained from paying attention to my lecture, please come up here and give me a battle plan that would have worked better than the one that was used. And I want your own plan. Not one that has been used before in history. Class, gather round the table. Pevensie is going to present."
Peter got up from his desk, and walked to the front of the classroom, the other boys falling behind him. Picking up the large map that detailed the forces of the two opposing sides, Peter smiled slightly. This was similar to an invasion that he had dealt with before. Surveying the map for a few moments more, Peter saw exactly what adjustments he would need to make to his original strategy as far as the differences in the lay of the land went.
"Alright everyone, listen up." Peter's tone was sharp, and thoroughly non-nonsense. He drew his stature up to his full height, which was an impressive six-foot-two. His blond hair fell gracefully into his eyes, and his jaw was strong. He looked every inch a King.
"The Calor-ahem, Blue forces, are invading from the sea. That leaves the Narn-I mean, Red army with a home field advantage. Now, if you look closely on the map, there is a castle a few kilometers inland. That castle is the Red Army's home. It is the seat of their government. They will protect Cair, um, that castle at all costs. To do this, the Red Army is going to assume that the Blue Army's maps are incompetent. Now, there will of course be several spies within the Blue Army's ranks, because if there was even a hint of an invasion I would have dispatched them immediately. Therefore, we would know what maps they have, how many weapons, how many men strong they are, etcetera. This will allow us to prepare our army efficiently and swiftly. Scouts would be sent out in two different groups. One would actually scout the army, and one group would be seen." Peter addressed his class sternly. A hand popped up with a question, and he pointed to the guy.
"Now, why would the scouts be seen? Doesn't that seem redundant to you?" His classmate asked.
"Not at all. It actually works very well. By allowing the enemy to see one set of scouts, the enemy will underestimate you. They will believe that your army is incompetent, and that they can easily win. Pride does come before a fall. Once the scouts have come back with their information, a royal embassy will be sent out to try and arrange a treaty. This usually involves a royal, or a high-ranking official in the court. Of course, being a good ruler, a treaty will have been attempted multiple times, and the embassy will only be a last ditch effort to save lives.
In this type of situation, a treaty will not be reached, but the embassy will set the time and place for the battle. That is good etiquette after all. Surprise attacks are bad form, not to mention tasteless. These plans are generally executed by cowards who cannot bear to face you themselves, so they attack you in your sleep. It's really one step above an assassination attempt. Like I said, it's very unsavory attitude." Peter took a deep breath, and continued addressing the class, not noticing the looks he was getting.
"Now that the treaty has fallen through, and the time and place have been set, you must make sure that your troops are supplied and well fed. Undernourished soldiers are basically a guarantee that you will lose. On the day of the battle, you ride out with the troops from the camp that has been set up nearby. The place you have chosen has many advantages for you, including the hills where your archers are stationed. You can greatly trust the leader of that regiment, and you know that they will follow orders while still keeping a clear head on their shoulders. Being flexible with your plans is key in war, and you have backup plans for your backup plans.
Down on the main field, you are at the head of the army. Your general is on your left, and your most trusted advisor, friend, and companion is on your right. Then, you charge. With the archers pummeling arrows upon the ground, and a set of…reinforcements on the other side of the field, you are in good shape. The reinforcements come upon the opposing army from behind, and start slaughtering them from there, catching them completely by surprise. And then, a couple of hours later, and one duel with an opposing King, you win. The End."
Not to mention the help of Aslan. We always needed His help. May He be upon us all.
As he was caught up in his thoughts, Peter did not notice his stunned classmates, or his Professor who was looking at him, his jaw dropped.
"Where did you learn all of that?" The Professor asked. "That was extremely detailed, not to mention very well thought out. Full marks Pevensie. And some extra, for that matter."
"Thank you Sir." Peter said just as the bell rang. Walking out of class, he inwardly cursed himself for letting his thoughts run away from him.
Oh well. The Magnificent King thought, smirking slightly. That strategy did come from the Battle of Shuddering Wood after all. Those Calormenians never did know what had hit them.