XXVI
Sernos twenty years earlier.“That’s enough! This must end! It can't go on!”
The Ambassador of Helaria had just returned from a short pleasure visit to the city when he was startled by the sound of the voice. The voice was perfectly recognizable. It was that of the barracks cook. Her low tone made her angrier than she appeared. Most people were surprised to discover that this bass voice belonged to a slim, blonde, attractive-looking Stoltzin, not to a female chief warrant officer. There was nothing unusual about that. The cook was a soldier like any other. She was currently posted to the embassy garrison, went on campaign with them, trained and fought in their ranks. She was also very skilled with her bow.
The reason for her irritation was known. It had been the same for more than t
