To Gunnar's surprise, cheers went up from the crowd. He started to turn to walk away, but Lycon grabbed him by the shoulder.

"What should we do with them, admiral?" he asked.

Gunnar looked at the Darvellian scouts. The standing one seemed unconcerned, while the one on the ground glared nervously.

"Eh, let them go," he said. "They can't cause any..." But he paused, chewing on a loose strand of his mustache and thinking. Then he pointed at the one on the ground. "That one ...