Mallick’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the gathered legions. Then he paled. ‘Blistig!’

‘Seems the commander and his garrison decided to stay behind after all. Granted, they’re only two or three hundred, but we both know that that will be enough – for the week or so until Tavore arrives. Aren’s walls are high, well impregnated these days with Otataral, I believe – proof against any sorcery. Thinking on it, I would predict that there are Red Blades lining those walls now, as well as the garrison. You have failed in your betrayal, Jhistal. Failed.’

The priest jerked forward, the back of his hand cracking against Duiker’s face. The historian was spun around by the savage blow, and the rings on the man’s hand raking through the flesh of one cheek burst the barely healed splits in his lips and chin. He fell hard to the ground and felt something shatter against his sternum.

He pushed himself up, the blood streaming down his lacerated face. Looking down at the ground beneath him, he expected to see tiny fragments of broken glass, but there were none. The leather thong around his neck now had nothing on it at all.

Hands pulled him roughly to his feet and dragged him around to face Mallick Rel once more.

The priest was trembling still. ‘Your death shall be—’

‘Silence!’ Korbolo snapped. He eyed Duiker. ‘You are the historian who rode with Coltaine.’

The historian faced him. ‘I am.’

‘You are a soldier.’

‘As you say.’

‘I do, and so you shall die with these soldiers, in a manner no different—’

‘You mean to slaughter ten thousand unarmed men and women, Korbolo Dom?’

‘I mean to cripple Tavore before she even sets foot on this continent. I mean to make her too furious to think. I mean to crack that façade so she dreams of vengeance day and night, poisoning her every decision.’

‘You always fashioned yourself as the Empire’s harshest Fist, didn’t you, Korbolo Dom? As if cruelty’s a virtue ...’

The pale-blue-skinned commander simply shrugged. ‘Best join the others now, Duiker – a soldier of Coltaine’s army deserves that much.’ Korbolo then turned to Mallick. ‘My mercy, however, does not extend to that one soldier whose arrow stole Coltaine from our pleasure. Where is he, Priest?’

‘He went missing, alas. Last seen an hour after the deed – Blistig had his soldiers search everywhere, without success. Even if he has now found him, he is with the garrison, afraid to say.’

The renegade Fist scowled. ‘There have been disappointments this day, Mallick Rel.’

‘Korbolo Dom, sir!’ Pormqual said, still bearing an expression of disbelief. ‘I do not understand—’

‘Clearly you do not,’ the commander agreed, his face twisting in disgust. ‘Jhistal, have you any particular fate in mind for this fool?’

‘None. He is yours.’