“How so?” the Captain asked.
Engel nudged Jente in the elbow with his leg. She rose up slowly, so as not to startle the guards. Then she shrugged off her cloak and lifted her head, squared her shoulders. The Captain gave her a once-over, and his scowl deepened. He’d noticed what his guards hadn’t in the initial fight.
“Why would he train a slave so?”
“To protect his business,” Jente said.
“Your Master could teach my men?”
Jente glanced over her shoulder at Engel. “He could teach them to take over the world.”
The captain smiled. So did Engel.
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