Chapter Twenty-Three
Arria limped into Guerettos, hand resting on the hilt of her flamberge. Bandages covered her arms and legs. Pain throbbed through her body with each step. She paused as Adneiva strode toward her.
“How did we do, Captain?” Arria asked.
“We have taken Guerettos … completely. Everyone has surrendered. All the men are in chains, and all the women are being worked to clean up the villages.”
“And the one-handed man?”
Adneiva’s head drooped. “We never found him.”
Arria frowned. “I see.”
“During your absence, we have taken over Wesiet as well.”
Arria smiled. “That is good news.”
“We now have the northern villages. All of them.” Adneiva smiled.
“We will need to rest,” Arria said. “Then we will take over the southern cities.”
“Excellent,” Adneiva said.
“Gather the Ik
