‘Adjunct, my company wishes to fight. Are we to be attached to the legions?’ Tavore tilted her head. ‘Captain Temul, how many summers have you seen?’ ‘Fourteen.’ The Adjunct nodded. ‘At present, Captain, our mounted troops are limited to a company of Seti volunteers, five hundred in all. In military terms, they are light cavalry at best, scouts and outriders at worst. None have seen battle, and none are much older than you. Your own command consists of forty Wickans, all but four younger than you. For our march northward, Captain Temul, your company will be attached to my entourage. As
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