Although it was Duadi, he had decided to wait another few days to send a report to Colonel Herolt. His arm was immobilized in a splintlike dressing that left him unable to write. If he did dictate a report for Rhystan to draft, he wanted to report that while his shoulder had been injured, he was on the way to recovery. Another reason was that he had little to report, except that the Reillies and Squawts were likely to pose a threat, but had not yet moved, and that the threat from the sandwolves and sanders had increased slightly. “Majer?” Mykel looked up at the ranker standing in the door. “Got something for you, sir.” The Cadmian’s hands were empty. “Yes?” “It’s outside, sir, at the gates. One of the factor’s men said something about half a silver.” Mykel almost laughed. “That’s what they charge if it doesn’t come by sandox.” He had to fumble with his wallet, because it was on his belt on the right. He hadn’t thought about that when he’d gotten dressed that morning, not when dressing had been such an awkward and laborious effort.
