“I don’t want you to go,” Baru whispered. “Too bad,” Hu hissed, though she was grinning. “I chose where and how to die. I died a fucking hero, didn’t I? Name some unexplored lands after me. And a statue. I always wanted a great big statue. The Duchess Triumphant, with my sword upraised, and Cattlson’s banner in my other hand: and you can give me great broad shoulders, and classy stone tits, but don’t you dare fix my nose. I want it broken and I want it crooked. Just so.”
