"You mean aside from being my mother's heir?" she asked, a bit more tartly than intended, but she didn't like to hear any ill said of Jules.
Gray let out a bark of laughter. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I'm wrong. Still, better to have you here now. Emily's absolute shite in a crisis. A good healer as long as things are slow. Tell me, Ghia, did we get the bastards? Are they all dead?" she said, changing the subject so abruptly it took Ghia a moment to realise the Eorl referred to the attacking Vocan force.
"Yes, Your Ladyship. You and your bellicas routed them well. Some were caught for questioning, and await your mercy in the jail. But thanks to your expert leadership, Harbourtown has been saved," and she smiled beatifically at the Eorl. She couldn't help it -- the joy of victory was contagious
