Well, that is not only the way of Earth as of Kregen, it is a way to gain your ends, or gain your end.
Wilma the Shot stepped forward. She and her sister, Alwim the Eye, had proved themselves fine varterists who could shoot their ballistae with great accuracy. Also they had fought with us with cold steel, and we valued them with their free ways and their ready comradeship in hard times as well as good.
“We cripple one of them,” said Wilma, with firm confidence in her and her sister’s expertise in loosing the rock or the dart from their ballistae. “Then we draw off and—”
“Take the other like a plucked fruit,” finished Alwim the Eye.
“Sound,” said Pompino. “Very sound. Your thoughts, Captain Linson?”
“I sail the ship, horter. I can handle her to run rings around those two.” He pointed a
