"Countersue for medical damages," Miles says promptly. "I threw my back out lifting her. Still fucking hurts... let my wife go, you fucking bastard!"

"Ignore it," says Galen, motioning for the guards to haul Miles back to his seat. "You'll be out of there before it can matter."

"And leave the Dendarii holding the bag?" cries Miles. "You faithless fucks! They bleed for me, they die for me, and you'd just - play polo with their heads - "