Lorn realized she needed a distraction, and sought it in conversation.
“Lieutenant, have you received your commission yet?”
“No, Adjunct. I expect to be stationed in the capital.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Indeed. And how will you manage that?” Paran squinted ahead, a tight smile on his lips. “It will be arranged.”
“I see.” Lorn fell silent. “The nobles have refrained from seeking military commissions, kept their heads low for a long time, haven't they?”
“Since the first days of the Empire. The Emperor held no love for us. Whereas Empress Laseen's concerns seem to lie elsewhere.”
Lorn eyed the young man. “I see you like taking risks, Lieutenant,” she said. “Unless your presumption extends to goading the Adjunct to the Empress. Are you that confident of your blood's invincibility?”
“Since when is speaking the truth presumptuous?”
“You are young, aren't you?”
This seemed to sting Paran. A flush rose in his smooth-shaven cheeks.
“Adjunct, for the past seven hours I have been knee-deep in torn flesh and spilled blood. I've been fighting crows and gulls for bodies-do you know what these birds are doing here? Precisely? They're tearing off strips of meat and fighting over them; they're getting fat on eyeballs and tongues, livers and hearts. In their frantic greed they fling the meat around:” He paused, visibly regaining control over himself as he straightened in his saddle. “I'm not young any more, Adjunct. As for presumption, I honestly couldn't care less. Truth can't be danced around, not out here, not now, not ever again.”
They reached the far slope. Off to the left a narrow track led down towards the sea. Paran gestured to it, then angled his horse forward.
Lorn followed, her thoughtful expression holding on the lieutenant's broad back, before she turned her attention to the route they took. The path was narrow, skirting the promontory's bluff. Off to the left the trail's edge dropped away to rocks sixty feet below. The tide was out, the waves breaking on a reef a few hundred yards offshore. Pools filled the black bedrock's cracks and basins, dully reflecting an overcast sky.
They came to a bend, and beyond and below stretched a crescent shaped beach. Above it, at the promontory's foot, lay a broad, grassy shelf on which squatted a dozen huts.