Michael thought about what Lance had said as they started to make their way out of the camp. He’d always thought of his value as part of the whole. He was a healer, Davi and Pyotr were incredible fighters, Ollie was an extraordinary mage, and Marcus was one of a very limited number of dragoons. They were, as a whole, a very valuable group. The idea that under-general Hans was interested in him specifically took him by surprise though. Thinking about it though, it shouldn’t have. So far he had yet to encounter any other healers or watch them work. Back at the fort any time he asked where they were they had already been exhausted from healing only the knights and officers, and that was multiple of them in conjunction. He routinely healed entire infirmaries, and while it exhausted him, he could do it alone.Bayle had indicated that their value had been underestimated and that was one of the reasons he wanted to have them start working exclusively on his priorities, but he hadn’t considered that someone of a higher rank might try to do the same. That was probably stupid of him, but in his defense he'd had a lot of other things he'd needed to deal with.At the edge of the camp a few men guarding the periphery stopped Lance.“Knight-Lieutenant Lance, the under-general has asked that you remain in camp for the time being.Lance raised his chin a bit and took a few steps toward the guard. “Where is your salute?” he asked, his voice icy.“Uh-” the guard stumbled a bit, and slammed his fist into his chest.“I am a ducal heir, a knight-lieutenant, and I am carrying out a mission for a full general. If you get in my way I will cut you down, and if you say where I have gone I will see to it that your commission is revoked and you are sent to your family with nothing but dishonor.”The guard swallowed hard, still holding his salute.Lance slammed his own fist into his chest. “Dismissed.”The (...)