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Vol.5, Ch.5, P.2

“Spare me what men you can,” commanded Jón. “This errand from His Grace is most urgent.”

“Very well,” answered a Salvator captain, who then scanned through the summit environs. Bustling all about under the bright noon sun were press after press of other Salvators, his duty it was to rally them for the final defence. Before long, the captain raised his voice. “…Right. You there! You and yours, come hither!” A pause, and his eyes soured. “Oh. And you, as well.”

“S-sir! Yes, sirruh!” obliged a voice anear. There was Malena, shrinking as she saluted. It was not everyday that she was commanded directly by so high a superior.

But after a moment, she along with a handful of other Salvators stood afore Jón. “To the gaols, men,” he ordered them.