“We’ve both kept eyes on you as you grew up,” she went on, her voice softer than her glare. “We were hopeful that you might become a leader some day. Not a ruler. A leader. Somebody who might command the love of the legions, as proficiently as your father had their respect. Unfortunately, your father died before you were prepared to take command. Doubtless, Kynortas thought he had more time, but time is short for us all. “What do you know of the Sutherners?” she demanded unexpectedly, leaning forward to hear his answer. “They’re small,” offered Roper, shrugging. “Eh? Small?” She sat back again
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