TWELVE
Dragon Fire
SPRING 966 MC
"We're behind schedule," grumbled Gerald. "We should've been in Falford a week ago."
"Couldn't be helped, sir," said Sergeant Blackwood. "The weather's not been cooperating of late."
"How long have we known each other?"
"Longer than I care to admit. Why?"
"Then stop calling me sir."
"It's only proper," replied the sergeant. "After all, you're the marshal."
"Yes, and you're the Sergeant-at-Arms of Bodden Keep."
"Not anymore, sir. I was lent to you for this staff of yours."
"You make it sound like a punishment."
"Not at all, but a good sergeant must know his place."
"How is the rest of the staff?"
"Oh, grumbling as always. You remember what the baron used to say, if they stop grumbling, there's a real problem."
Gerald laughed. "He always did ha
