A camp-stool nudged her left leg, and she looked down, uncomprehendingly, until Wareth’s voice said, ‘Sit, Faror.’

Numb, she sank down.

Galar Baras was speaking. ‘… mission is now imperative. He wants us ready to march in two weeks. The matter is made simple. We have no choice, now.’

‘Untrue!’ Castegan said in a snarl. ‘We cannot hope to command these savages! The only choice left us is to surrender!’

‘Wareth.’

‘Commander?’

‘Gather the sergeants and corporals drawn from the prisoners. Add more to make the complement complete. I will want that list before noon today. Bring them to the training ground. We will do this in two phases. They are the first to be armed and armoured.’

‘Long overdue,’ said Curl, making fists with his battered hands. ‘I would feel that iron. Taste it. Listen to its song.’

‘Wareth, take your fellows out to the wagons. Oh, by the way, your old blade awaits you.’

At those words, Wareth flinched. ‘Sir, I beg you, not that one.’

‘You are bound to it,’ Galar Baras replied. ‘Until death takes you. Really, Wareth, you already knew that.’

‘Then, sir, I humbly request that I remain unarmed.’

‘Denied. Seltin, join Wareth and see to the proper issuing to my lieutenants here. Thereafter, remain at your post, and double the guard over the wagons. We will see what happens when the sergeants and corporals return to their squads – this afternoon and tonight. Then, if all goes well, we will equip the regulars tomorrow.’

As the quartermaster led the prisoners out of the tent, Galar turned to Castegan. ‘Get out. I will speak in private with Faror Hend now.’

‘Consider well,’ said Castegan in a growl, ‘the honour of the Hust Legion.’

‘See to your own, Castegan!’ Galar snapped, eyes holding on Faror where she sat.

The man straightened. ‘When it is all I have left to defend, Galar Baras, I require no admonition from you.’

Galar turned on him. ‘Is it honour you now fight for? I would think guilt a more apt word for what gnaws at your soul. Swallow it down whole, Castegan, and muse long on its weight. At the very least, it will keep your feet on the ground.’

‘Commander Toras Redone defied my seniority here—’

‘Defied? No. She questioned it. You may have me in years, but not years in service to the Hust. I will, if you ask it, release you to return to your original legion. I am sure you will have plenty of intelligence to sell to Urusander.’

Castegan was trembling as he faced his commander. ‘You make a dangerous offer, Galar Baras.’

‘Why? This is not a gale you need face. Leave it to push you round, and, like a hand at your back, send you running home.’

Saying nothing more, Castegan strode from the tent.

After a long moment, Galar Baras faced Faror Hend once again. ‘What Lord Ilgast Rend did was unforgivable.’

She snorted. ‘He need not beg for forgiveness any longer, sir, now that he lies dead.’