List nodded. ‘Each siege lasted centuries, the losses among the T’lan Imass staggering. Jaghut were anything but wanderers. When they chose a place . . .’ His voice fell off. He shrugged. ‘Was this a typical war, Corporal?’ The young man hesitated, then shook his head. ‘A strange bond, unique among the Jaghut. When the mother was in peril, the children returned, joined the battle. Then the father. Things . . . escalated.’ Duiker nodded, looked around. ‘She must have been . . . special.’ Tight-lipped and pale, List pulled off his helm, ran a hand through his sweaty hair. ‘Aye,’ he finally
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