The soldiers around the fort are praising the dozen or so muddy warriors.
The eyes they turn towards Zanoba are different than when we first came to the fort.
They are different from those eyes filled with suspicion.
They are eyes full of respect.
I mean, only ten men.
Why are there so few?
When they left there should have been almost 100.
"Um... where are the others?"
"They were killed. They died honorably in battle.