“Ordering a charge, Colonel? Been forever since I killed a man in battle, you know?” Sunin was old enough to be his great-grandmother, but looks were deceiving. She’d always been one of his meanest lancers – which didn’t mean she’d survive the shock of a charge at her age. “I am,” Styke said, “but you’re not in it. Take Celine.” “I’m not a nursemaid,” Sunin objected. “You can also barely hold a lance.” “Not true!” Ibana snorted. “You’re about a thousand years old, Sunin. Keep the girl safe.”
