‘In the mortal realm...’ the ex-priest continued after a moment. ‘Vulnerable.’

‘You’re looking at it the wrong way,’ Felisin said. ‘The god you no longer worship took your hands. So now you pulled him down. Don’t mess with mortals.’

Either her cold tone or brutal words in some way steeled through Heboric. He uncurled, raised his head, then sat up. His gaze found Felisin. ‘Out of the mouth of babes,’ he said with a grin that knew nothing of humour.

‘So he’s here,’ Baudin said, looking around. ‘How can a god hide?’

Heboric rose to his feet. ‘I’d give what’s left of an arm to study a field of the Deck right now. Imagine the maelstrom among the Ascendants. This is not a fly-specked visitation, not a pluck and strum on the strands of power.’ He lifted his arms, frowning down at the stumps. ‘It’s been years, but the ghosts are back.’

Watching Baudin’s confusion was a struggle in itself. ‘Ghosts?’

‘The hands that aren’t there,’ Heboric explained. ‘Echoes. Enough to drive a man mad.’ He shook himself, squinted sunward. ‘I feel better.’

‘You look it,’ Baudin said.

The heat was building. In an hour it would soar.

Felisin scowled. ‘Healed by the god he rejected. It doesn’t matter. If we stay in our tents today we’ll be too weak to do anything come dusk. We have to walk now. To the next water-hole. If we don’t we’re dead.’ But I’ll outlive you, Baudin. Enough to drive the dagger home.

Baudin shouldered his pack. Grinning, Heboric slung his arms through the straps of the pack she’d been carrying. He rose easily, though taking a step to catch his balance once he straightened.

Baudin led the way. Felisin fell in behind him. A god stalks the mortal realm, )yet is afraid. He has power unimaginable, yet he hides. And somehow Heboric had found the strength to withstand all that had happened. And the fact that he’s responsible. This should have broken him, shattered his soul. Instead, he bends. Could his wall of cynicism withstand such a siege for long? What did he do to lose his hands?

She had her own inner turmoil to manage. Her thoughts plundered every chamber in her mind. She still envisaged murder, yet felt a vaguely mocking wave of comradeship for her two companions. She wanted to run from them, sensing that their presence was a vortex tugging her into madness and death, yet she knew that she was also dependent on them.

Heboric spoke behind her. ‘We’ll make it to the coast. I smell water. Close. To the coast, and when we get there, Felisin, you will find that nothing has changed. Nothing at all. Do you grasp my meaning?’

She sensed a thousand meanings to his words, yet understood none of them.

Up ahead, Baudin gave a shout of surprise.