"Good," Elowen said. She glanced to Vyrelda. "We carry our own noise inside our heads. Make sure it doesn't leak."
Vyrelda's mouth twitched. "That means you eat, Majesty." She didn't wait for an answer. She turned, snapping a buckle flat with a satisfied click. "Form them by eights. Keep the wagons paired. I want the engineers close enough to hear a carpenter swear."
