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Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Django Wexler
  3. Title Page
  4. ROC
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Map
  8. Prologue
  9. Part One
  10. Chapter One
  11. Chapter Two
  12. Chapter Three
  13. Chapter Four
  14. Chapter Five
  15. Chapter Six
  16. Chapter Seven
  17. Chapter Eight
  18. Chapter Nine
  19. Part Two
  20. Interlude
  21. Chapter Ten
  22. Chapter Eleven
  23. Chapter Twelve
  24. Chapter Thirteen
  25. Part Three
  26. The Directory For The National Defense
  27. Chapter Fourteen
  28. Chapter Fifteen
  29. Chapter Sixteen
  30. Interlude
  31. Chapter Seventeen
  32. Chapter Eighteen
  33. Chapter Nineteen
  34. Part Four
  35. The Gray Rose
  36. Chapter Twenty
  37. Chapter Twenty-one
  38. Chapter Twenty-two
  39. Chapter Twenty-three
  40. Chapter Twenty-four
  41. Chapter Twenty-five
  42. Chapter Twenty-six
  43. Chapter Twenty-seven
  44. Chapter Twenty-eight
  45. Chapter Twenty-nine
  46. Epilogue

“How do you do it?” he said.

“Excuse me?” Winter said, a bit startled.

“Sit there and listen to that . . . that absurdity.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” Winter said. “You have some problem with Lieutenant Malloy’s story?”

“I find the sight of Lieutenant Malloy offensive, sir,” Novus spit. “It’s fucking unnatural and makes me want to vomit. It’s like someone put a wedding dress on a sow, or gloves on a horse. It’s absurd. Except you’re sending her into battle, so it’s like taking that horse and trying to make him box, or marrying the sow, taking her home, and fucking her. This so-called ‘battalion’ is a sick joke.”

Now that he was going, the floodgates were well and truly open. Winter’s hackles rose, but she tried to keep the anger from her face.

“You heard her story,” Novus said. “Every one of your ‘Girls’ Own’ has a story like that. Some father or brother or uncle that they’ve turned on, in defiance of the laws of God and man, to run off and play at soldiers. And I have to stand here and watch as my battalion, which I chose to stand with when the war came, is perverted by this . . . this ridiculous farce. If I had my way, I’d tell the lot of them they could go home, if their families will still take them, or stay here and be whores. At least then they’d be good for something.” He sneered. “They seem well on their way to that already.”

He ran out of breath, and stood there for a moment, panting.

“Is that all?” Winter said, keeping her voice mild with an effort.

“You’re the one I don’t understand, sir,” Novus said. “These volunteers don’t know anything about war. But you’re a man, and you were a real soldier, in Khandar. How can you lead these girls out there knowing what’ll happen to them? They’ll be overrun the first time they meet the enemy, and those of them that don’t eat cold steel will spend the rest of the war sucking Hamveltai cock at knifepoint.” He eyed her dubiously. “Are you just too afraid of the general to speak up, is that it? If you had any balls at all, you’d resign rather than lead this freak show.”

Winter wanted to laughed and cry all at once. She swallowed hard. “Very well. Your point is taken, Lieutenant. And what do you suggest I do with you now?”

“I’ll tell you exactly what you’re going to do,” Novus said. “Nothing. Because you know as well as I do that I’m right, and every man in the Royals agrees with me. Captain Sevran’s a coward, but if you lay a finger on me, the whole damned battalion will be on my side. We’ll see what your girls are worth then.”