Book 4: Chapter 7
I shuffled along with my hands bound in front of me as Hein guided me by the arm towards the gangplank leading to the top of the prison roof. I got about halfway across the skiff when Governor Tai Su Long suddenly cried out.
“Wait, stop!” he said.
Sweat beaded on his brow as his eyes darted back and forth rapidly in thought.
“How much did you communicate about the battle, General Gong?” he asked. “Did you give details?”
Gong shrugged. “Not much. Qi stone pair communications are limited after all.”
“Good, good,” he said, looking to Jei Su Long. “We will tell the princess the role your legionnaires played in the defeat of the Thrantor, nephew. She will be very impressed.”
“Indeed,” General Gong said. “The Iron Bull’s disobedience of Master Jei Su Long’s command to not intervene, especially. He should be well punished for not respecting the chain of command, as you said.”
I paused for half a second, shocked at what the General had said, until I caught the irony in his voice.
That slick son of a bitch, I thought with an inward grin. He just played Tai Su Long like a fiddle.