No, faith in the Icebloods wasn’t keeping him here. It was, rather, the faith they had shown in him. They had simply taken his word that he would see this through and that trust was what kept him steadfast. That, and the answer to the question what would he do if it were Jass who stood now beside him? Could he abandon him?

The absurdity of the idea of his ever deserting Jass made Orman laugh aloud. The carefree barking chuckle startled him and raised Kasson’s head from where he worked mounding the earthworks.

‘There is something of Old Bear in you, I think,’ Jaochim said behind Orman and he turned, feeling a hot embarrassment for his outburst.

‘I have been watching you these last few days,’ the lean Iceblood said, peering down at him. ‘I have seen you struggle with your resolve to remain despite not knowing what was to come.’ He gestured for Orman to follow him back to the Greathall. ‘Come – I have something for you.’

Within, the Iceblood elder dug about in a remaining large wooden chest and pulled out a cloak of thick black bear fur. ‘Here. Wear this. It is going to get cold.’ He helped Orman slip it on then pinned it at one shoulder with a wide bronze brooch. He seemed to study Orman for a time, then nodded to himself. ‘Good. Now, do not interrupt me as I speak. Yrain and I have no intention of allowing these outlanders to take us and luckily – though …’ and here he paced, thinking, ‘perhaps luck had nothing to do with it … In any case, we have had time to fully sense Buri’s plan. And we support it. Therefore, when the time comes, you will take everyone and find him once more—’ Orman drew breath to object, but Jaochim carried on: ‘You will take him this message: that he is to use all that we have given him. Yes? You will do this?’

At first Orman would not answer. He kept his jaws clenched only to mutter, low, ‘I will not abandon you.’

‘You are not abandoning us. You are fulfilling a last obligation.’

Orman felt hot tears come once more to his eyes and this embarrassed him yet again. ‘Do not send me away.’

Jaochim nodded his understanding. ‘Yrain and I have spoken, and we will not have you fall in our defence. That would be selfish of us. You and the brothers have many years before you. You shall carry our legacy into the future. For that possibility alone, Yrain and I are glad to send you like a spear thrown onward into the years to come.’ He clasped Orman’s shoulders in both hands. ‘Will you do this thing? For our sacrifice? And for Vala and Jass’s sacrifice?’ Unable to speak, his throat and chest choked with emotion, Orman gave a curt jerked nod. Jaochim squeezed his shoulders. ‘My thanks.’