Learn the value of one man’s life before you seek to command a thousand.
– General Yarm, the Book of War
The next day was rain.
Cray awoke from a blessedly deep slumber to the sound of droplets pattering on the roof of the outhouse. A stream of water was running down the far corner of the room, forming a puddle that had soaked through the hem of Setka’s cloak. It must not have reached his skin, as he was still asleep.