Blood and Honor

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“Lieutenant Mordan?”

The officer paused in saddling his horse and shot a glance over one shoulder. Lank blond hair framed a tanned face, its fine features concealed by a growth of stubble. His eyes seemed to make the newcomer uncomfortable. Narrowed almost to slits by years of scanning the Talenta Plains for enemies, they were a pale blue-gray like chips of ice.

Their gaze took in a short, slightly overweight young man standing in the stable doorway. His face was red and sheened with sweat. Mordan suppressed a groan as he looked the newcomer up and down—wide eyes, fresh uniform, no scars. Dol Arrah, he prayed, please don’t let this be Tarmun’s replacement.

“What?” said Mordan.

“Uh, the adjutant said I should report to you, Lieutenant,” said the newcomer. “I’ve been assigned to your squad. Brager, Trooper Edvan Brager.” He tried to force a smile.

“Well, hooray for you, Brager,” said Mordan. “Ever ride an undead horse before?”

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