“When did you get here?” “How did you get here?” “Were you with Ladisla?” “Were you at the battle?” “Hold on,” said Jalenhorm, “give him a minute!” West waved him down. “I got here this morning, and would have come to you at once apart from a crucial meeting with a bath and a razor, and then one with Marshal Burr. I was with Ladisla, at the battle, and I got here by walking across country, with the help of five Northmen, a girl, and a man with no face.”
