“I’m Captain Sirres.”
“Captain.”
“Lord Oron, I’ll be damned if I’m going to try to stop you from heading into Neria. Besides—if I may say it—you could use my force if you plan to attack Metok.” He noted Oron eyeing him warily. “And don’t think thoughts of treachery, my lord. I can tell you that I’ve got personal grudges against ‘King’ Metok—not the least of which being the fact that we’ve been half starving out here because he hasn’t found the time or impulse to send us any supplies.”
“Captain Sirres,” Oron assented, “tell your men to gather up and fall in with us.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Your hungry fighters are welcome to eat from our supplies as we ride.”
“My lord.” Sirres slapped his chest, and he and his men galloped toward their company.
“And it will be thus with every force along o
