“We pay these wenches well enough,” one of the Cereans said. “They oughta be glad for it. I’d just as soon come in and take it.”
“Captain says to keep the peace until the others come.”
“Others from home, or from that place… What was it called?”
“Terandun, something like that. They call all their places something-dun, lun, mun, bun,”
“Sun mun dun!” Another one echoed. “Women, all of them, and their puny little armies.” Someone elbowed him, and he stopped.
“Captain.”
The men in the room stood, blocking the view of their captain, who had just entered. Darna had glimpsed him only briefly. He wore gold-woven cloth and had a thick belly. It wasn’t as thick as the belly she’d seen on the captain who had duped her long ago, but fat enough. The face was familiar too. He was older now and wore
