'Don't see why not. That Burr seems to know what he's about, far as I can tell, and his boy Furious as well. They said they'll come, I reckon they'll come. Not much we can do about it either way now, though, is there?'

Red Hat wiped some sweat from his forehead, squinting off into the trees. 'I reckon you're right. Anyway, all's I wanted to say was, I was in the battle, at Ineward. I was on the other side from you, but I saw you fight, and I kept well away, I can tell you that.' He shook his head, and grinned. 'Never saw anything like that, before or since. I suppose what I'm saying is, I'm happy to have you with us. Real happy.'

'Y'are?' Logen blinked. 'Alright, then. Good.'

Red Hat nodded. 'Well. That's all. See you in the fight, I reckon.'

'Aye. In the fight.' Logen watched him stride away through the trees, but even when Red Hat was well out of sight, he somehow couldn't make his hand uncurl from the grip of his knife, still couldn't lose the feeling that he had to watch his back.

Seemed he'd let himself forget what the North was like. Or he'd let himself pretend it would be different. Now he saw his mistake. He'd made a trap for himself, years ago. He'd made a great heavy chain, link by bloody link, and he'd bound himself up in it. Somehow he'd been offered the chance to get free, a chance he didn't come near to deserving, but instead he'd blundered back in, and now things were apt to get bloody.

He could feel it coming. A great weight of death, like the shadow of a mountain falling on him. Every time he said a word, or took a step, or had a thought, even, it seemed he'd somehow brought it closer. He drank it down with every swallow, he sucked it in with every breath. He hunched his shoulders up and stared down at his boots, strips of sunlight across the toes. He should never have let go of Ferro. He should have clung to her like a child to its mother. How many things halfway good had he been offered in his life? And now he'd turned one down, and chosen to come back and settle some scores. He licked his teeth, and he spat sour spit out onto the earth. He should've known better. Vengeance is never halfway as simple, or halfway as sweet, as you think it's going to be.

'I bet you're wishing you didn't come back at all, eh?'

Logen jerked his head up, on the point of pulling the knife and setting to work. Then he saw it was only Tul standing over him. He pushed the blade away and let his hands drop. 'Do you know what? The thought had occurred.'