The Ant people, he said, bear a grudge against us; for although the Wasp does prey upon them too, we are known to the Ant as a nation of wastrels, of tricksters, occasionally of thieves who disguise themselves as Ant folk, then steal into the houses of the Ant to take their beasts or their children. And for this reason they did not commit to aid us against the Wasp.
And the King was aggrieved, and put upon his flesh sackcloth and ashes, for this was very true; the gang of robbers who lived in the east of the Kingdom did sorely try his patience, but they had the allegience of the local Arbitrators and could not be budged without a full deployment of the Royal Guard, which would have invited a counter-deployment of Ant-warriors, and thus would have begun a war. How foolish, in retrospect! How perfect, hindsight! But there was nothing to do but prepare for war against the Wasp.
Glittering and resplendent were the Spider hosts, arrayed on the field. Slingers, Jumpers, Battle-Weavers, even a platoon of armored Diggers, fearsome in close quarters, waited for the arrival of the Wasp.
And they had not long to wait, for soon, a droning hum filled the air. It continued for a time, creating some fear and panic in the ranks, as the Wasp warriors knew it would; for this they did to weaken the morale of our troops before arriving, terrible and barbarous, on the field. And so they were - they fell from the sky and drew blood.