Lion Head Mesa Let's get ethical, ethical. . .

Brecheliant. Glaukos didn't know that name; maybe it had been mentioned to him during his training, or when in transit to this desert place, but it did not register as familiar.

She asked after his home and — strangely — his first thought was of the valley where he was born, not the barracks where he slept or the sparring pit of Mereo where he spent most of his days; he saw Merrick in his mind's eye first, Germanicus second.

Mereo is an outpost in the mountains. It is spacious and dry, but not a desert like this place. He spoke of Mereo without any clear endorsement, as one might recite facts written on a travel brochure. A