I worried about Sheo, now. It had only been a few days but I hadn't heard anything and it bothered me. Tul was right, Sheo would send me a message. I stepped over to my desk, which now had a few papers on it. A hundred men, and the healers and battle mages. And my original six. The demands of command were increasing. There was also a satchel containing scrip, promises that the war chest of Tulian Dural Verrans would pay cash to whoever presented it to him. The responsibilities of command.
Looking down at the letter that Sapphire had delivered to my tent an hour ago, my initial anger flooded back.
I had taken the letter warily. “My father sent a letter for me to you?”
Sapphire had shrugged and said nothing, his cold blue eyes unwavering.
“Get out.”
When he'd gone I opened the letter and read it. It didn't take long.
I understand that you have not disgraced yourself. I am relieved.
That was it. Bastard.