“I should get my chain mail and extra clothes from the pack,” said Honus.

  “Of course,” said Yim. “But who will bear your burden? Theodus said you never should.”

  “A soldier will carry my pack until I return.”

  “I’m jealous of him.” Yim smiled wistfully. “At first, I hated that pack. I hated you.”

“I gave you cause.”

  “That time I ran away, a woman nearly made me into sausage.”

  “And that improved your opinion of me?”

  “A little bit.”