‘My life was blessed with fortune. It’s time,’ he said, drawing his horse round. He glanced across at Toc. ‘Ready, Bridgeburner?’ They set out side by side. And then Toc shot Whiskeyjack a startled look. ‘But I’m not a—’ ‘You say something, soldier?’ Mute, Toc shook his head. Gods below, I made it.
