He and Raunu and a couple of othermen still with them lay up for the day in the thickest patch of woods they could find. Theyhadn't earned their rank; they'd just been born into it. He sat at the table where he'd eatensupper, sipping slowly. In the night, someone painted ALGARVIANS'WHOR-E on the frontof the house she shared with Bri'vibas.
The next morning, precisely on schedule, both wings of theUnkerlanter army attacked. He and Turul stood downwind of the pens of thedragon farm. He was about to point out thatKaunians had helped his brother escape from the captives' camp. He wasn't so good a singer as the captive, but he remembered all thewords,and didn't do too much violence to the tune.
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