Chapter Forty Three
Memory, Like A Tiny Crystal
"I've been shot," Jon said, and reached across to touch his wounded arm.
"I have seen men killed with guns, and wounded," Max said. "In the last war the King finally had to bring out his old weapons. He slaughtered us. But those guns fired many times. This one only fired once, and the King's old guns didn't make clouds of smoke. This was a gun, but something new, not old Mars tech. The gunman fired it then charged with his sword."