“A soldier. At least I have been one for many years.”
“I thought so,” she said reflectively.
“And why?”
“Because you look as if you made people do what they’re told quickly without asking questions. Many soldiers look like that. My cousins do.”
“Are they soldiers?”
“Yes. But most of our people are soldiers to begin with until they’re old enough to take over their father’s land.”
“Well, you go to sleep now. You’re quite safe here, so don’t worry. One or other of us will be sleeping just outside the tent, so you can call if you want anything, and I’ll leave the light burning.”
Her eyes were bright, and she looked, as Forsyth said, as if sleep was the only thing for her after what she’d been through.
“How can I call if I don’t know your names?” she said.
“Mine’s Harry Lake, and the doctor’s is Forsyth.”