‘And head in the horseshit, aye, sir.’

‘Two left in your squad?’

‘Well, one officially, sir. The lad’s sort of a recruit, though not properly inducted, like. So, just me and Stormy, sir.’

‘Stormy? Not Cartheron Fist’s Adjutant Stormy—’

‘Once upon a time.’

‘Hood’s breath!’ Lull swung to Coltaine. ‘Fist, we’ve got two of the Emperor’s Old Guard here ... as Coastal Marines.’

‘It was a quiet posting, sir, until the uprising, anyway.’

Lull loosed his helm strap, pulled the helm from his head and ran a hand through sparse, sweat-plastered hair. He faced Gesler again. ‘Call your lad forward, Corporal.’

Gesler beckoned and Truth stepped into view.

Lull scowled. ‘You’re now officially in the Marines, lad.’

Truth saluted, thumb pulled in and pinning the little finger.

Bult snorted. Captain Lull’s scowl deepened. ‘Where – oh, don’t bother.’ He addressed Gesler again. ‘As for you and Stormy—’

‘If you promote us, sir, I will punch you in what’s left of your face. And Stormy will likely kick you while you’re down. Sir.’ Gesler then smiled.

Bult pushed past Lull and stood face to face with the corporal, their noses almost touching. ‘And, Corporal,’ the commander hissed, ‘would you punch me as well?’

Gesler’s smile did not waver. ‘Yes, sir. And Hood take me, I’ll give the Fist’s crack-thong a yank too, if you ask sweetly.’

There was a moment of dead silence.

Coltaine burst out laughing. The shock of it brought Duiker and the others around to stare at the Wickan.

Muttering his disbelief, Bult stepped back from Gesler, met the historian’s eyes and simply shook his head.

Coltaine’s laughter set the dogs to wild howling, the animals suddenly close and swarming about like pallid ghosts.

Animated for the first time and still laughing, Coltaine spun to the corporal. ‘And what would Cartheron Crust have said to that, soldier?’

‘He’d have punched me in the—’

Gesler got no further as Coltaine’s fist lashed out and caught the corporal flush on the nose. The marine’s head snapped back, his feet leaving the ground. He fell on his back with a heavy thud. Coltaine wheeled around, clutching his hand as if he’d just connected with a stone wall.

Sormo stepped forward and grasped the Fist’s wrist to examine the hand. ‘Spirits below, it’s shattered!’

All eyes swung to the supine corporal, who now sat up, blood gushing from his nose.

Both Nil and Nether hissed, lurching back from the man. Duiker grasped Nether’s shoulder and pulled her around. ‘What is it, lass? What’s wrong—’

Nil answered, his voice a whisper. ‘That blood – that man has almost ascended!’

Gesler did not hear the comment. His gaze was on Coltaine. ‘I guess I’ll take that promotion now, Fist,’ he said through split lips.

‘—almost ascended. Yet the Fist. . .’ Both warlocks now stared at Coltaine, and for the first time Duiker could clearly see the awe in their expressions.