Beneth sat at his table in Bula’s, cleaning his nails with a dagger. They were immaculate, making the habit an affectation. Felisin had grown familiar with his poses and what they betrayed of his moods. The man was in a rage, shot through with fear. Uncertainties now plagued his life; like bloodily larvae they crawled beneath his skin, growing as they gnawed on his flesh.

His face, his forehead and his thick, scarred wrists all glistened with sweat. The pewter mug of chilled Saltoan wine sat untouched on the battered tabletop, a row of flies marching round and round the mug’s rim.

Felisin stared at the tiny black insects, memories of horror returning to her. Hood’s acolyte, who was not there. A man-shaped swarm of Death’s sprites, the buzz of wings shaping words...

‘There’s light in your eyes again, lass,’ Beneth said. ‘Tells me you’re realizing what you’ve become. An ugly light.’ He pushed a small leather pouch across the table until it sat directly before her. ‘Kill it.’

Her hand trembled as she reached for the bag, loosened the ties and removed a button of durhang.

He watched her crumbling the moist pollen into her pipe bowl.

Six days, and Baudin was still missing. Captain Sawark had called in Beneth more than once. Skullcup was very nearly dismantled during the search, patrols on Beetle Road up on the rim were doubled – round and round – and Sinker Lake was dredged. It was as if the man had simply vanished.

Beneth took it personally. His control of Skullcup was compromised. He’d called her back to his side, not out of compassion, but because he no longer trusted her. She knew something – something about Baudin – and worse, he knew she was more than she pretended to be.

Beneth and Sawark have spoken, Heboric said the day she’d left – when his ministrations had done enough to allow her to fake a well-being sufficient to justify her leaving. Be careful, lass. Beneth is taking you back, but only to personally oversee your destruction. What was haphazard before is now precise, deliberate. He’s been given guidelines.

How do you know any of this?

True, I’m just guessing. But Baudin’s escape has given Beneth leverage over Sawark, and he’s likely to have used it to get the inside story on you. Sawark’s granted him more control – there won’t be another Baudin – neither man can afford it. Sawark has no choice but to give Beneth more control. . . more knowledge . . .

The durhang tea had given her relief from the pain of her fractured ribs and her swollen jaw, but it had not been potent enough to dull her thoughts. Minute by minute, she’d felt her mind drag her ever closer to desperation. Leaving Heboric had been a flight, her journey back to Beneth a panicked necessity.

He smiled as she set flame to the durhang.