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The last of the long column and its attendant wagons and hangers-on had finally made it over the bridge. General Kazak had sat mounted on her white stallion, watching every last one of them as they crossed. She wanted to inspect her soldiers as they passed, and she wanted them to see and remember her too. As the last cart rumbled onto the dirt of the roadway that ran along the northern side of the Boden, she nodded at them then pressed her heels into her stallion’s sides, urging him into a canter, riding forward to regain her position at the head of the column.
She caught up with Hagan and Famira and reined in to join them.
“Ah. I enjoyed that. So did Albin. He needed to stretch his legs.” She smiled at them, more relaxed than usual after her canter. “All safely over the bridge. Anot
