Chapter 8

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Chapter 6 Protests Fergus Thrasher waylaid him on the way back to the tent where Atty was waiting. As the physician hurried up to him, Yulen’s first instinct was apprehension until he realized there was nothing urgent in the man’s countenance. “I need to speak with you. Have you got a couple of minutes?” Yulen paused and glanced around. Where they stood was relatively private. Facing the doctor, he nodded. “What’s the problem?” “I understand you’re going to take a small squadron to Alta Novis.” The Battle Lord immediately realized the cause for the man’s concern and bluntly addressed it head-on. “I can’t take you with us.” Thrasher gawked for a second. “Why not? You may need medical attention!” “You’re not a trained warrior. That makes you a liability.” The man’s face reddened. “S

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