“Important miles,” the Flea said. “Before, it was just rocks and gravel. Now they’re fighting for something that matters. It’s the first time since Andt-Kyl. Il Tornja has made a mistake.” They fell silent at that. As he listened to the thunder of hooves, the high cries of the nomads, the grudging, barked commands of the legionary soldiers, Valyn tried to imagine Ran il Tornja, kenarang and Csestriim, making a mistake. After watching the battle of Andt-Kyl, he thought it seemed unlikely.
