Chapter 38

　　He shifted against the saddle. “I can’t remember which one,” he admitted. “There have been so many.” There seemed to always be a war going on somewhere, between one kingdom and another, but there had not been one involving the Fae in my lifetime. Perhaps the Fae warred amongst themselves? But I could not imagine how a dragon would become involved. “I can hear you thinking.”

　　“I was just wondering if the Fae war amongst themselves.”

　　“It has happened in the past,” Rivyn said slowly. “Most notably when the Fae Court divided into two.”

　　“How is it that you have fought in more wars than you can remember?” I asked. “It seems to me that fighting in a war is a memorable event.”

　　He shrugged. “Each war is much the same. You get filthy, you lose friends and sleep,” he fell silent for a moment. “The only one which stands out distinctly in my mind was one we fought against the merfolk, and that was because it reached a new level of discomfort fighting in wet armour underwater.”