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I’ve never resorted to assassination before. Not in twenty-five years of command.” “I can remember a few times you should have,” Sabon said. “Remember that shah we fought in southeastern Gurla?” “I try not to.” Tamas leaned over and spit. He lifted his canteen to his lips, still watching the barricades. He could hear musket shots and the occasional report of artillery from about two miles away, where Brigadier Ryze was commanding an assault on the armory. “I’ve met some bad men in my day,” Tamas said, thinking of the shah. “But that man was a monster. He’d have a man’s entire extended family buried alive if he questioned a command.” “You had him gelded,” Sabon said.
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