Miros was in the training compound at the fourth hour.
Not running drills — standing at the edge of the formation space with the patrol unit arranged in front of him, not at attention, the specific readiness of men who had been waiting for something to begin.
Hector was beside Lysander at the gate.
He said: "Watch."
He said nothing else.
Miros moved.
Not dramatically — he walked into the center of the formation and something shifted in how the unit organized itself around him. Not following him. Adjusting to where he was. Two men moved left before Miros reached the left side. One moved back before Miros turned. The formation breathed around a center that was not fixed.
'The floating role,' Lysander thought. 'I have seen it described in the patrol reports. I have never seen it operate.'
He watched for ten minutes.
