He spoke quietly enough, with a rumbling chuckle when amused. Paks began to think he might be an asset after all. “So we’re to find the place first, and find sign—then she’ll lead a troop?” He gave Paks a sharp look. “Have you led troops before, lady? I don’t mean to be like Doryan, but—” “I was acting corporal in one of the cohorts,” said Paks. “That means yes, I take it.” He turned back to Ambros. “And what if their place is fortified? Do we try to take it?” “No. There’s a plan to get them out—if it’s the place we think it might be, or one like it. Have you been out near the old Seriyan ruins lately?” “Gird, no! I told the Marshal a few years ago that was a bad place—unlucky, that is. Is that where you think they are?” “It could well be—considering the sign Paks saw a few days ago.” “Then they’re a brave bunch, that’s all I can say. I wouldn’t stay there for a silver a day. Not even for a cask of ale.” “And for you, that’s saying a lot.
