Ansovald read through the document - written, like most diplomaticcorrespondence, in classical Kaunian - and then shrugged again. She would be vulnerable if the Algarvian patrol boats spotted her. There's cow shit over there - hepointed - and pig shit over there - he pointed again - and the hensshit all over everywhere, What's the point of magic, if notdoing things', he asked.
He lay panting behind his heap of rocks. Most of the troopers, though, had sensibly daubedtheir mounts with paint. He licked his lips. TheUnkerlanters! he yelled to his commander - and to anyone else whowould hear.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.