“Hunter of Grenvell!” The royal quartermaster read Hunter’s orders from Kristuff and broke into an enormous smile. “Back from the dead to raise a new company! Where the hell have you been?”
“Lots of places,” Hunter said lightly. “But yes, I’m back. Thurston, right? You were an assistant quartermaster in the 17th Pike if I recall. Not so long ago. Look at you now.”
“Yes, Sir! Plenty of opportunity in Kristuff’s realm, Sir. No wonder you’re back. Peace and plenty, and the chance for more. With your rank you’ll own a hundred acres in five years. Is this your wife, or your doxy?” Thurston the quartermaster nodded at Dru.
Dru’s face clouded like a summer thunderstorm and her mouth opened to snarl at the quartermaster, but Hunter cut in.
“Constable Dru of Grenfaire,” he informed. “She’ll be
