“I have no word for what I should be called right now.” He smiled. “I think ‘old man’ suffices—” Lull seemed rattled by Duiker’s smile. The captain faced Coltaine. “Fist, this man feels he has no title. He’s chosen ‘old man.’ ” “A poor choice,” the Wickan growled. “Old men are wise—not fools.” He scowled at Duiker. “There is not one among your acquaintances who struggles with who and what you are. We know you as a soldier. Does that title insult you, sir?” Duiker’s eyes narrowed. “No. At least, I don’t think so.” “Lead the refugees to safety, soldier.”
