CHAPTER 17
The true test of a warrior’s metal
Is never determined in the first passage
of arms.
-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. ALBANS-
“Rogarians are spending gold as if it was of no value whatsoever,” Brandeis Lavine grunted, turning to glare at me angrily. “They are sending to Oslon Iberian swordsmen. An army of Iberian swordsmen.”
Oslon was the small city just to the east of the Lavartine lands. It sat at the base of the shield wall near the opening of the Trial of Tears. It was at Oslon where our little din of misfits left the high country and entered the northern hill country.
“Are there Imperial Rogarian infantry?”
The Mauk asked the question, pouring three glasses of wine and handing one to the Lavartine and me before he took one himself. We were back in the Lavartine palace in the c
