Styke pulled himself out of his thoughts and joined the vanguard, where he found Jackal now riding a blue roan beside a bloody-faced Major Gustar. The lance holding the Mad Lancers’ standard had been broken, then mended with a belt, and now flew just a little lower and more crooked. Somehow it seemed fitting. “Orders, Colonel?” Gustar asked, trying to salute but only managing to bring his hand halfway to his face.
