“Oh, at once,” shrugged Gregor. “She had the same hungry smile Vordrozda used to get. And a dozen lesser cannibals, since. I can smell a power-hungry flatterer at a thousand meters, now.” “I yield to my master in strategy.” Miles’s armored hand made a genuflecting motion. “Do you know you rescued yourself? She’d have taken you all the way home, even if I hadn’t come along.” “It was easy.” Gregor frowned. “All that was required was that I have no personal honor at all.”
