Lerant goggled at their prize. “What in the name of Torsen Hammersmith is that?” “Good question,” croaked Kel, whose voice was raw. She must have been shouting, though she hardly remembered it. “So happy you asked. Give us another, if you like.” Lerant shook his head. “You get more like my lord every day. I suppose you’ll want combat pay for the dog and birdies next.” “They earned it,” Wolset told him. The other exhausted men nodded.
