Finarra blinked her vision clear and found she was staring up at her commander’s face, the man’s features grave, his eyes firelit from a blazing hearth. ‘We have guests, captain,’ he said to her. ‘Serendipitous guests. Ilgast Rend is with us, well versed in the healing arts. The poison will be expunged – he wagers your leg will be saved. Do you understand my words?’

She nodded.

‘Spinnock tells us of Faror Hend’s mission – she has not yet returned. Tracking a stranger from the Vitr – this was not wise.’

‘The decision,’ Finarra said, startled at finding her voice sounding so thin, so cracked, ‘was hers.’

‘Her betrothed is with us. He even now prepares a troop to set out in search of her.’

Kagamandra Tulas? Has he come for her, then? She stumbled in the confusion of her own thoughts. Where was Spinnock? What had driven Faror Hend into such a foolhardy venture? She suddenly recalled the look in Faror’s eyes, at the moment when she was about to ride into the high grasses. The lust for death, the curse of the Tiste. Had Faror known that her betrothed was coming for her? But Finarra had heard nothing of that before they’d departed, and she most certainly would have done.

‘She is in great danger,’ she said to Calat Hustain.

‘You know more of this stranger, then?’

‘Inimical. Defiant of death. They may be … Soletaken.’

‘From the Vitr? You speak of more than one – have invaders come among us?’

‘They come,’ she said. ‘Eager to slay. The one Faror tracks, it took a human form. A child or woman. No less dangerous. Upon the shore … my horse, slain.’

‘I will send a troop back upon your trail, captain.’

‘Tell them … do not assume death in what they find, no matter the evidence before their eyes.’

‘Ilgast Rend will attend to you now, captain. He will make you sleep.’

She struggled to sit up. ‘I have slept too long as it is—’

‘You are fevered. Infection has set in – the bite of a naked wolf. He will scour it from your blood. If you refuse to sleep, there will be great pain. There is no virtue in knowing it.’

‘I was careless—’

‘If this proves a matter for disciplining, that is for me to decide, captain. Lie back, the Lord insists.’

She relented, caught site of Ilgast Rend’s broad, battered face, the softness in his eyes. He set a calloused hand upon her brow, and darkness flooded up to take her.

* * *

Watching from a distance, Hunn Raal stood with his arms crossed, his back resting against a smoke-stained wall of cracked clay. He was drunk, but in the way of old, in that few could tell, and his thoughts, while loose, were clear enough. Beside him was Osserc, his young face high with colour from the unexpected excitement of this broken troop’s return. The Vitr was a mystery, to be sure, but until now it had been indifferent in its destruction, no more malicious than a winter storm or spring flood. The thought of that vast sea bearing ships or some such thing, followed by the heavy footfalls of invaders, was indeed alarming.