"Mainly for hides," Kassandra says. "Blacksmiths pay me well for them, or I can use them myself."
In Sparta, everyone learned to fight from the time they were small. Boys, so they could go on to fight for the glory of Sparta. Girls, for the fitness and the opportunity to show off that competition gave them. But Kassandra was not just any other Spartan child. She'd been the granddaughter of the famous Leonidas, the daughter of a prominent Spartan general. She'd been meant to bring glory.
That was what Nikolaos used to tell her, so many years ago. Before the mountain. Before exile. Before she'd had to learn to really fight, not just to please her parents, but because it was how she got paid.
"I am, I think the word is, a mercenary. Where I am from, we would say misthios."
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In Sparta, everyone learned to fight from the time they were small. Boys, so they could go on to fight for the glory of Sparta. Girls, for the fitness and the opportunity to show off that competition gave them. But Kassandra was not just any other Spartan child. She'd been the granddaughter of the famous Leonidas, the daughter of a prominent Spartan general. She'd been meant to bring glory.
That was what Nikolaos used to tell her, so many years ago. Before the mountain. Before exile. Before she'd had to learn to really fight, not just to please her parents, but because it was how she got paid.
"I am, I think the word is, a mercenary. Where I am from, we would say misthios."