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Îra stood abruptly at his last word.  Aichan stepped forwards, stretching out a hand to greet her.  “It is my pleasure to meet you, marquísa,” he said in a deep voice, trying to look into her eyes. She ignored him.  “Commander,” she protested, “surely there is a mistake.  I am a squad leader, and squad…

All of the quísah in their squad were assembled in the courtyard.  Îra stood before them.  “Quísah,” she said, “we are leaving in an hour.  The marquísah and I shall take you to the division at Bethindrê where you will stay until the two of us return from some mission unknown to us.  But before…

It was the day of simulated battle between their squad and Pôtheem’s.  The two squads traveled a mile into the woods around Bethjuedt, where each staked out a headquarters.  Using swords, arrows and spears without heads, and strategy, the two would battle for the championship. For ten years, Îra’s squad had been the one to…

“My good captains and leaders,” Çawl said at supper, “it is my pleasure to introduce to you marquísah Aichan, a new transfer.  Aichan shall be partnered with marquísa Îra.”  The soldiers chorused greetings to him.  As the hubbub died down, Çawl asked Aichan to lead them in giving thanks to Aia for their meal as…

Îra[1] glanced out of the window from the room she shared with Fallajon, another squad leader.  The room was on the third level of Îderie Lacon[2] in the circular city of Bethjuedt.  The first level of the castle was underground and housed the quísah[3] of the Rebellion[i] who were stationed in Bethjuedt.  The second level…

Îra lay on her back reading aloud the novel Erna í Cí[1] while Fallajon listened and watched the night absently.  “Catchan qan íní à meníath indrê.  Jílía Fallabâ haer sie ilelkan à—”[2] Fallajon gasped.  Îra looked at her, wondering what was so shocking, and saw her friend’s face turn white.  “What is it?” she asked….