Sig looked back to where Gunil had disappeared, no sign of him amongst the smoke and flame, saw his bear stumble and fall before Hammer’s clawed blows.

‘HAMMER,’ Sig yelled, ‘TO ME,’ and she began to run, back towards Keld and the others, to freedom. The bear took one last contemptuous look at its cowed foe, then turned and ran after Sig, outpacing her, converging on the hole in the wall.

A figure stepped out in front of Sig, wreathed in smoke and flame, a black sword in her hand.

Fritha, Drem called you.

Sig ran at her, raised her sword, not breaking her stride. Swung.

Fritha moved faster than Sig would have thought possible, twisting away, ducking down, beneath Sig’s sword-swing, pivoting around Sig as she hurtled past.

Ah, well, it’s time to go. We’ll be back with Byrne and a thousand Bright Stars for that sword.

Something slammed into the back of her leg, high, felt like a punch.

She ran on.

In front of her Keld’s mouth opened, his face twisting. Cullen shouted something. Sig couldn’t quite tell what, as her ears were ringing. She felt weak, suddenly, so very tired. Stumbled, used her sword to stay upright, ran on, or tried, her right leg feeling heavy, not doing what she was telling it. She looked down as she stumbled on, saw her leg was drenched with dark blood.

My blood.

She could feel the strength leaking from her, stumbled on a dozen paces and fell into Keld and Drem’s arms as they ran to her, meeting her in the gap in the shattered wall, only a timber post remaining. The two of them could barely hold Sig up, lowered her gently to the ground. Cullen tore strips from his cloak, tied them high about her thigh, took a sheathed dagger to twist within the knot, a field tourniquet. Keld crouched to look at the wound, his face telling Sig everything.

She knew, anyway. To bleed like that, the shock she could feel tremoring through her body already, it was one of the killpoints, the artery in the groin.

I’m bleeding out. Nothing will stop it. Haven’t got long.

Hammer’s scarred head appeared, muzzle sniffing Sig’s face, nudging her to get up.

‘Not this time, my old friend,’ Sig said, tugging on the fur of Hammer’s cheeks.

‘Go,’ she said to Keld, Cullen and Drem. ‘You must get back to Dun Seren, tell Byrne.’

‘There’s no way in all the seven hells of the Otherworld that we’re leaving you here,’ Cullen said.

‘I’m dead, boy,’ Sig snarled, a wave of dizziness rocking her. ‘You’ll not give your life for someone that’s already dead.’

‘No.’ Cullen shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. ‘No.’ A denial, not a refusal. Keld just stood, head bowed. Drem looked as if his world had just ended.