Black PlagueChapter 12
For two weeks Stefan sat on pins and needles waiting for the royal summons that he hoped would never come. His small hope had been the report that he had given to his captain when he first arrived had been passed along and up the chain of command. "Sat" was the wrong word, because a sergeant had many duties, and ten spoiled, rich young men who did not appreciate the position that their fathers had purchased for them. For the first time, Stefan understood the withering looks of the Black...