He recalled that neither Tussle nor Fitzer had seemed particularly surprised or alarmed to see it happen. They'd seemed more like they'd expected it. Theirs had been the reactions of men that decided that what they saw in front of them, after so much strangeness, finally did make the sense that they wished it to.
The Prince pulled at his fingers, and eyed the attendant that had been left next to him. The man was a Colonel of considerable standing. Fitzer seemed to place an awful lot of value in him. But compared to the General himself, he seemed more like a sapling that had been given to replace a mighty oak.
