"You did," Sharpe straightend again -- the boots tucked under one arm. "But it wasn't my place to tell you so, eh?"

Ganondorf. Not the oddest name here. Not by a long shot. But it was unhelpful -- was it a Christian name? A surname? A rank? Where, Sharpe wondered, did he stand against this New Feather?

At the very least, it was easy to see that the man was self-possessed.

"Major Richard Sharpe."

He wondered if he should maybe offer his hand.