11
It was mid-afternoon, six hours after Gavin’s meeting. As a rising wind swept rolling grey clouds before it, the sun came and went, with the clouds’ shadows scudding across the ground.
A storm was brewing.
Sasha stood in the field, fifty yards away from the Kimoran captives, facing three shamans, each one guarded by a Carradorian trooper. Jon, Jayhan who had insisted on coming, Maud, Arquin and Berundi stood to her left, on the far side from the Kimorans so that they didn’t block the soldiers’ view.
“Lady Arquin,” murmured Maud, “All of your shamans are female. Is that just a coincidence? I distinctly remember Lady Electra referring to her countrymen and women as being shamans, but I have yet to meet a male one.”
Arquin raised her eyebrows. “Did she? I suspect that was merely a sop
