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as he turned and saw her. "You're better, I see. Ready to ride?" The surgeon grunted, but Paks grinned.
"Yes, my lord. When?"
"At once. We ride north, to the fort; I expect to meet the Halverics there." He moved toward the table, and sat, looking up at Paks. "We hit the Honeycat on the road, with Vladi's spears and Clart Cavalry to help. He and his captains escaped, but the rest didn't."
"And our men, my lord? The prisoners?"
The Duke frowned. "Most of 'em had been killed. We saved some—by Tir, that devil-worshipper has earned a beating—I've heard how the others died." He looked so stern that Paks dared dv p