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She was pretty, this one, but Rogero had no idea why she was out here.
Or why she was stalking toward him, angry, and threatening to kill him if he gave her a sword.
Rogero laughed.
The warriors behind him laughed, too.
Some of them looked exactly like him, with his tan skin and crow-black hair. But most of them were duplicates he made of the warriors he had left behind at Emperor Toro-Se’s court.
Rogero couldn’t remember at this moment why it was he left his real warriors behind. Normally his wind warriors were meant only to swell the apparent numbers of Rogero’s army.
They were there to wear the enemy down. To frighten and overwhelm them.
So far the strategy had worked remarkably well. Many of the towns and cities that Rogero had conquered on his march west had seen his vast a
