“We’re seeing more and more of these guys in armor, aren’t we?” Jarrod announced.
“We are,” said Eth, the larger of the border knights. “Can’t figure where they’re getting it, though.”
Jarrod knew, but it was a state secret: King Ulo, Sabbaghian the Silver, had worked a deal with the Hillwhites some months back to arm the gbatu and sheth as a way to attrit the Falconsrealm troops. And here they were.
“Where’s Myk?” Jarrod asked. The guy he was supposed to fight before all this.
Eth nodded behind them, where Myk’s body lay sprawled. Jarrod ran for him. “He went down quick,” Eth called. “Arrow, I think.”
Jarrod knelt by him, turned him over, and flinched at the blood covering Myk’s face, his mouth and eyes wide open and frozen. He checked for a pulse. Thready and fast. “He’s alive,” sai
