The real General had stayed with her friends on that field of death, never to return.
“Bring me the guilty soldiers!” Gnary shouted.
The soldiers looked at the General. She nodded, and several dozen soldiers started walking toward Hadjar’s camp. But a few moments later, not believing their eyes, they paused.
The ferocious senior officer, whose sword had been immortalized in a thousand songs, had suddenly dropped his weapon on the ground.
“These five soldiers survived the battle with the nomads. They fought on the Fort walls to let you, Lady Investigator, sleep peacefully and spin your petty intrigues.” Hadjar took off the shirt that Nero had brought with him. “In a month, they’ll march to the border with Balium. Once there, they’ll spill their blood so that you won’t have to warm the b
