What brings you out to the front?
You look like you’re fourteen.
Mistel: My hometown got flooded six months ago. All the crops were ruined. Everyone who had another business used the money to move. The Army came down for a week, and they rebuilt one whole road, and I knew I wanted to be just like them! . . . Paid and getting three square meals a day. And definitely old enough to legally enlist. Sir.
Leachtric: Fine. Your first job as squire is to fetch me a pen and paper.
Mistel: Yes, sir! What are you writing?
Leachtric: An affidavit. Someone I . . . know . . . is on trial, and I won’t be on that coast to testify in person.