The captains she'd helped Owain to recruit followed behind Captain Devlin, and the range of the expressions the men wore told Jocelynn everything she needed to know about the men who had been willing to sell their ships for a chance to earn fame, glory, and knighthood on the frontier.
Captains Caradog and Macsen moved with the slow, almost shuffling steps of men whose winter cloaks were sodden with guilt and shame. Both had been willing to do anything Owain asked in order to win his favor, and from the way their eyes shifted nervously to Captain Devlin, it was clear that the older captain had given them the sort of tongue-lashing that would make a sailor's mother blush for forgetting where their loyalties lay.
