"They are yours to command," Evanthe said to the king as she gestured wide. She'd delivered the thousand automatons he'd required, each fitted into uniforms, faces painted uniquely, all armed and ready...

The king beamed and called his generals over, leaving Evanthe forgotten til one general eyed her cautiously-

"How do they work?"

Evanthe handed out the manuals she'd written. It was all they'd need.

Now she just needed her payment so she could pay her mechanicartisans and then close up shop for a day...

Unsure whether to smile or mourn.

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