“General,” Lergon said, still holding his fist to his heart. “The soldiers that you see before you wish to surrender and leave their fate in your hands…”
“You’re surrendering?”
“According to the old laws, after the battle of the generals, the losing army surrenders to the mercy of the winner. Is that not so, General Hadjar?”
“There was a different deal between the two generals,” Hadjar explained to the man who was still kneeling before him. “Go back to your men, Officer Lergon. There’s no point in honoring the beautiful rituals of the past.”
Hadjar turned to walk away, but something that sounded like the cry of a wounded beast called out to him.
“These are not my men, mighty General!” Lergon said as he and the soldiers rose to their feet as one. Rage, drowning in pain, was clear in th
