“As for cavalry, we have a division of fifty-five hundred riders under Lathea, the Shooting Star.”
The warrior saluted them with her spear.
“We also have three engineering regiments consisting of one thousand specialists each under the direct supervision of Alba-udun and Karein,” Simon hurried to read farther down the list. “As well as a battalion of medics and healers, four hundred and fifty strong, under the command of Elaine. And a brigade of thirty-five hundred elite cutthroats… Oh, excuse me — special forces soldiers under the leadership of Shakh.”
In response to his words, both Albadurt and Shakh shot rather obvious, venomous glances in Simon’s direction. Hadjar smiled. Now it was clear what the two of them had found in common. They both disliked Simon, which was quite logical. Af
