Excerpt of The Last War : Book Seven
Nineteenth began his customary tour around the Banderos territory. Regular workers made their rounds, leaving from the various border stations to patrol the boundaries, but he liked to have a look himself to see what was working, what wasn’t, what had changed since his last tour. He was the nineteenth son of Gerwal Banderos, who had taken control of this unclaimed territory near the end of The Last War, when things were still in an uproar as the Old Empire disintegrated.
Although there had originally been twenty-six Banderos sons, the number was much less now. Each one of them had a job—Scribe, vegetable gardens, patrols, border station duty, bakery, militia. It was a well-organized system that had benefited the whole family.
As Nineteenth Banderos emerged from the forest on his way to the northern border station, he immediately reined his horse to a walk at the alarming sight that appeared in the valley below. His young brothers, Rascal and Runt, were riding behind, accompanying him on his rounds, and he heard the hooves of their mounts slow on the trail. “The Shafoneurs have done it again,” he said, as the herd dogs circled around him.
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