Who then will be warleader?” said Dyan, his gaze resting on defeated Hanochek and his tears.
Leo felt a surge of hot pleasure, she felt her scorpion amulet burn. “I will be warleader, Dyan high Tragot. I will lead Trag’s warhost against the gods’s enemies.”
“ You ?” said Dyan, disbelieving. “Tcha. You are a woman.”
Aieee, gods. How many times must she tell this stupid man who she was? “I am no woman, Dyan. I am Leo knife-dancer, Bajadek’s doom and the doom of his son. I am the gods’s knife-dancer, I am Zandakar’s mother. I swam with scorpions, at Fiona’s Heart the gods saw me with its eye. It did not smite me, it has raised me high.”
“ Warlord ?” said Dyan. He could not prevent this, it was warlord’s business. He only protested because he was jealous, like defeated Hanochek he was jeal
