Leudast shivered, knowingthe sergeant wasn't likely to be eitherjoking or exaggerating. She got a glimpse of a yellow-haired man running as if his life depended on his feet. He smacked a fist into the palm ofthe other hand. Soon he must either give battle on our terms oryield his land to our victorious arms.
That half of the army is youts. Her knees were not knobby, nor hercalves hairy. Maybe the mage would detect hisarrival by some occult means and hurry out to meet him. Swernmel had foughta savage little war with the Gongs over territory that, in the marshal'sview, wasn't worth having in the first place.
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