"How many did we lose?"
Emet looked at Sarah and sighed. "Eleven killed," he said, "and nineteen wounded. I hope you can see to them soon."
"Of course," said Sarah. She turned her attention to the captain of the cyclopean squad. "And you, Polymachos?" she asked.
"We lost two of our number," said the cyclops. "The leaves us with eight soldiers and the mage."
"Will they be sending more?" asked Sarah.
"Perhaps," said Polymachos, "but not soon. The aristocracy moves slowly — we’re here because we volunteered. There’s a chance they may wish to keep quiet rather than escalate against the dragons. They’ve become wary of interfering in the affairs of other worlds."
Gabriel appeared before them.
"We have lost eleven."
Sarah took a deep breath and looked at Gabriel. "I’m sorry about that," she said. "At least we recovered this."
She held up the iron necklace stolen from Sirajuddin by the kuchibu.