She was in it now, the space she entered when lecturing her troops. She was not the kindest of bellicas, not by a long shot, but her soldiers stuck to her like deathtree sap, and would not let an insult to her go by without incident. Bellona knew they'd been involved in most bar fights in Atherton in the past decade. Anala didn't understand it. She called them maggots, scum of the earth, sorry excuses for Atherians, treecat dung. She insulted them until some cried and she was just plain mean, for Bellona's sake! But it worked. Her regiment was loyal to her to Tyvian and beyond. So Aro said.
It was working again. Despite his fear, the man's eyes shone with that same admiration and loyalty. She glanced at Trent and Merrik and saw the same look in their eyes. Briefly she wondered if all she
