Oh wait, they didn't. This news brought home to me through my current whole-story, line-by-line critical pass over Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland. I'm about half-way through that now.
- Luke's strategy in the Rising, on more careful analysis, involves entirely too much of: "Ha! The nobles are used to summer warfare! But this is winter warfare, so we can cunningly deploy tactics against them which will work even less well in winter!"
- If Dougal Dare-All really needs Luke to come up with the good plan Luke presently supplies him, he needs to be re-named Dougal Duh!-All forthwith. They are supposed to be experts in totally different spheres.
- Neither Katy Elflocks nor any of her circle are supposed to possess any spark of military genius. This does not mean they won't notice when a plan is slapped together entirely out of hope, cheek, plot wire and gaffer tape.
- And the fact that they're exceptionally good with hope and gaffer tape doesn't mean they won't insist on something more substantial at the core of it.
- In particular, neither Luke, nor Dougal, nor the former merchant-adventurer, nor the clever grange-clerk of Fairfields are going to involve themselves in a campaign whose logistics appear to have been delegated to the rats, rats, big as bloomin' cats, in the quartermaster's stores.
Katy ain't no Elrond, Fairfields ain't no Rivendell, and all their fellowship are well aware that Kateverse providence is somewhat less trustworthy than a prince's promises. This is not the fairy-tale part of the story! (At least, not on that overt a level.)
I'm seeing and sketching out solutions as I write, and trying to minimize the amount of new or magical matter in them. The good news is that getting the reconnaissance and logistics right should simultaneously solve another problem: the narrative slackness of the important Fairfields arc, which was written in largely exploratory mode the first time around. The less good news is that this exposes a need for even more re-writing than I'd expected. Still, after all the time I've spent on the book so far, it would be a crying shame to send it out half-formed into the world like the proverbial unlicked bear-cub!