a short excerpt from FROSTBORN: THE HIGH LORDS
It’s Friday! Let’s close out the week with a short excerpt from FROSTBORN: THE HIGH LORDS.
“You ought to come.”
“Why?” said Arandar.
“Well, you are a Swordbearer,” said Jager. “That counts for something. Also, my wife likes you.” He let out a theatrical sigh. “Though for all her virtues, her taste is, alas, sometimes questionable.”
Arandar laughed despite himself. “You are an offensive little man, my lord Prince.”
“One tries,” said Jager. “Shall we?”
He gestured, and Arandar fell in besides him. He ought to find Jager appalling, he knew, but they had been through too much danger together. Arandar had seen halflings as servants all his life, but it was hard to give orders to a man who had gone with you into places like Urd Morlemoch and Khald Azalar. Besides, Jager was the Prince Consort of the strange new kingdom that Mara was forging. Technically, Arandar supposed, that gave Jager rank on par with that of a Dux.
Now that was a strange thought.
-JM