‘For a time. After Raraku. A superb tactician, but a little too bloodthirsty for my tastes. For Laseen, too, which was why she holed him in Halaf.’

‘And promoted Dujek instead.’ The captain laughed. ‘Who’s now been outlawed.’

‘Now there’s an injustice I’ll tell you about some day,’ Kalam said, rising. ‘We should get going. Those raiders may have friends nearby.’

He felt Minala’s eyes on him as he readied his horse and was not a little disturbed. Husband dead only twenty-four hours ago. An anchor cut away. Kalam was a stranger who’d as much as taken charge despite being outranked by her brother-in-law. She must have thought for the first time in a long time that they stood a chance of surviving with him along. It was not a responsibility he welcomed. Still, I’ve always appreciated capable women. Only an interest this soon after her husband’s death is like a flower on a dead stalk. Attractive but not for long. She was capable, but if he let her, her own needs would end up undermining that capability. Not good for her. And besides, if I led this one on, she’d stop being what attracted me to her in the first place. Best to leave well alone. Best to stay remote.

‘Corporal Kalam,’ Minala said behind him.

He swung about. ‘What?’

‘Those women. I think we should bury them.’

The assassin hesitated, then resumed checking his horse’s girth strap. ‘No time,’ he grunted. ‘Worry about the living, not the dead.’

Her voice hardened. ‘I am. There are two young boys who need to be reminded about respect.’

‘Not now.’ He faced her again. ‘Respect won’t help them if they’re dead, or worse. See that everyone else is ready to ride, then get to your horse.’

‘Captain gives the orders,’ she said, paling.

‘He’s got a busted head and keeps thinking this is a picnic. Watch the times he comes round – his eyes fill with fear. And here you go wanting to add yet another burden on the man. Even the slightest nudge might make him retreat into his head for good, and then what use is he? To anyone?’

‘Fine,’ she snapped, whirling away.

He watched her stalk off. Selv and Keneb stood by their horses, too far away to have heard anything but close enough to know that dark waters had been stirred between Minala and the assassin. A moment later the children rode into view on a single horse, the seven-year-old in front and sitting tall with his younger brother’s arms wrapped around him. Both looked older than their years.

Respect for life. Sure. The other lesson is just how cheap that life can become. Maybe the former comes from the latter, in which case they’re well on their way as it is.

‘Ready,’ Minala said in a cold voice.