Mist's Edge (The Broken Lands #2) - T.A. White Page 0,76

overinflated sense of pride.

“I’ve been many places but have never seen anything quite like it,” Shea said, looking around while trying to see it through Daere’s eyes. “Most humans attempt to force nature to flow around them. The Airabel have found a way to exist in harmony—coaxing it here and there into a certain form, but for the most part, existing parallel with it.”

Daere touched one of the carvings just above their head. “They must have lived here for centuries.”

“Longer, I’d imagine,” Chirron said, coming to stand behind them with his hands clasped behind his back. “It’s probably close to a thousand years or more. Though a lack of carvings in some of the spaces higher up speak to the idea that they may have abandoned this home for a length of time before resettling it.”

“I would say you’re correct,” Shea said. “These trees grow painfully slow. It would have taken many years to create this space. My guess is that this is one of the oldest settlements in the Broken Lands. There are only a few to my knowledge that would rival it in terms of history.”

“Oh?” Braden stopped near them. “I would be interested in hearing about these other ancient cities.”

Shea gave him a tight smile. “Perhaps another time.”

“I look forward to it.”

She bet he did.

Fallon came up to her and touched the small of her back. “Are you enjoying baiting my generals?”

“Of course. They are so easy to bait.”

His chuckle was warm against her ear. “He will find a time and place to interrogate you regarding those other cities. Of my generals, Braden takes the saying ‘you can never have too much information’ the most seriously.”

“Not Darius?” The other general had always struck her as more of an information gatherer. The sort to keep one ear to the ground and an eye on everything around him.

Fallon’s eyes were thoughtful. “He also subscribes to that theory but perhaps doesn’t take it to such extremes as Braden. Darius excels at recognizing the best uses for a person’s abilities and then leveraging them to their maximum capability. He’s my strong right hand. Braden, on the other hand, is more like a spider sitting in the middle of his web and spinning intricate plots layered one on top of the other. I often think of him as my strategist.”

Fallon would be the brain and the heart. The one person among all of them capable of inspiring the Trateri to follow him and the person with the big picture.

Shea looked at the two generals with a thoughtful frown. The two men were comfortable in each other’s presence. The slightest smile was present on Braden’s face, something Shea suspected was rare for him. Darius always looked like a man who thought the entire world was a game set up for his private amusement. He was the sort who didn’t take things too seriously. With Braden, he looked more at ease, and the two shared a rapport similar to what she had with Eamon and Buck.

“Darius is the one who thought you might make a good Anateri if given enough time,” Fallon volunteered.

Shea’s head spun so she could give him gape at him. “That was a terrible idea.”

“Was it?” Fallon raised an eyebrow. “I’d thought about making your alter ego Shane a general at one point before I knew who you were. Darius’s idea was better. Many of my Anateri are picked not just for their skill with a blade but for other skills as well. Braden, for instance, was among my Anateri before he claimed the rank of general. Others have gone on to have high offices in my military.”

“You never told me that.”

He shrugged. “Once I found out who you were, it didn’t matter. You could not be Anateri and my Telroi at the same time. We have rules against such things. A relationship of that sort would border on an abuse of power not to mention limit your effectiveness at your job.”

“So, you decided for me?”

The corner of his lips quirked. “If you recall, you did not want to be Anateri in the first place.”

Her mouth dropped. “How was I supposed to know what all that meant? All I knew was that you’d taken me from the scouts without even asking my permission.”

“Every man or woman in my army serves at the needs of the army. Not the other way around.”

Her lips firmed, and she narrowed her eyes at him. She couldn’t argue with that, though she wanted to. Badly. It