“I got into a sword fight,” Winter said. Her tongue felt thick. “With someone who actually knew what to do in a sword fight.”

“In that case, it’s fair to say you got off lightly.”

“Bobby. Lieutenant Forester. She’s all right?”

“He is.”

“What about . . .”—Jane—“the rest of the regiment?”

“Losses were light, I’m told. Your charge carried the farm, and Captain Altoff brought his battery forward to break up the Deslandai attack.”

“Did we win the battle?”

“Oh yes.” Janus seemed vaguely amused that she’d asked. “We’re in Desland. The city has capitulated.”

“Oh.” Winter blinked and took another swallow of water. “Congratulations.”

Janus smiled, just a moment. “Thank you. It’s a step in the right direction, but only a step.”

“How long has it been?”

“A couple of days,” Janus said. “I hoped you’d wake up today. I wanted to speak to you before I left.”

“Left?” Winter felt as though her mind was still not working properly. “Where are you going?”

“North. Most of the army is already on the road. I’m leaving the Third”—Winter’s regiment—“here in Desland for the moment. You’ll keep order in the city and organize our supplies. I intend to make Desland our base for the rest of the campaign.”

“I don’t . . .” Winter blinked and rubbed at her eyes. “I don’t know how to organize a supply base.”

“The clerks from the Ministry will handle the details. You’ll be in overall command.” He leaned forward. “Now, it’s possible that I’ll have need of the Third before long. You must be ready to march at an hour’s notice, and march hard. We’re entering a critical period.”

“Command.” Winter tried hard to concentrate. “Command of what?”

“The garrison. The city, in effect. Don’t let the locals get the better of you. If you have to, remind them who has the upper hand here.”

“You’re leaving me in charge of the city?”

“Don’t worry too much. I imagine it mostly takes care of itself.” Janus got to his feet. “Now I must be going. Get some rest. I’ll have them send your officers in later.”

“Sir—”

“One other thing.” A look of unaccustomed uncertainty crossed Janus’ features. “Augustin’s gone missing. I would appreciate it if you kept an eye out.” He sighed. “He’s not the sort to wander off, and I’m worried.”

“I’ll . . . see what I can do, sir.”

“Thank you. Now, I’ll be in touch by courier. I have every confidence in you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Incidentally, your part of the battle was excellently fought. Well done.” He gave another brief grin. “Try to do it without getting bashed over the head next time.”

He bustled out, calling orders before he’d closed the door behind him. Winter took another long drink of water.

In command . . . of the city?