“That is not possible, warlord,” he said, with regret. “Fiona’s high Tragot must remain in Et-Trag. There is much work to do here, as the greatest city in Fiona Et-Trag will soon grow fat. We will provide a temptation to demons. And the Tragots from the other Sancs will need strict discipline, they might not readily accept the gods’s desire.” He smiled. “The fury of your warhost will chasten any sinners. And I will send Peklia with you, she is a mighty Tragot. The gods’s power is in her, warlord. You need not fear.”
“That is true,” said Leo. “And the fallen warlords will ride with us, Trag. They will bear witness to the fate of demonstruck men.”
Nodding, Trag stood. “High Tragot, you have spoken. I am warlord, I must ride. As you say, there is much work to do. You will read the omens, te
