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Dacio was joking, but nevertheless, his words made Ephraim's stomach swoop uncomfortably. Would any of his peers be jealous that he'd gone with Heda to war? He would be quick to assure anyone who asked that rather than being fun or glorious, the trip and subsequent training had been grueling. The hours were long, the knocks were hard, and the sounds of wolves wounded or dying in the night still haunted his dreams even now. Aside from the pride of being one of Heda's seconds, there wasn't much about it that Ephraim wouldn't have traded away for training in Drageda instead.

But, he reminded himself, it was just a joke here. Smoothing away his nerves, he cracked a shy smile and said, she's something else. So are the others, by which he meant Bobby and Vercingetorix, but also the other warriors of Trigeda. She was fighting, he explained, we were trained by someone else. Stopping momentarily to touch up the borders with a spot or two of urine, Ephraim sought Dacio's gaze and asked, what did we miss?