For several minutes the brothers could do no more than stare at one another. Pakow studied their battered uniforms and healthy faces. They stared in astonishment at his dressed-down hair and plain clothes. They watched their Emperor’s face change from deathly serious through mildly pleased to merriment expressed in a deep-throated laugh. The last time Isolla saw Pakow Lam Fellen he’d been slapped so hard across the face by him, that he needed help standing.