CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The Master of Crows stood impassively, while around him, his captains gathered. So many captains. Another man might have been proud of an army that size.
“The clear up on the beach is progressing well, sir,” Klathard said. He was a large, dark-skinned mercenary who had joined the New Army when his side had lost a battle ten years ago. “The burnt vessels are out of the way now.”
“And the ones for the invasion?” he asked.
“Loading proceeds apace,” Van Jord replied. He had joined his ships to the force when the New Army had taken his city.
“See that it is done faster,” the Master of Crows said. “In war, the side that moves fastest wins most often.”
They hung on his words, of course. One, Haddet, even wrote them down as though planning a monogram on his general’s geniu
