‘Fighting,’ Gruntle muttered. ‘What you enjoy the most.’

‘Yes, but for now, I would ride you.’

Ride? More like batter me senseless. Ah, well . . . ‘What man would say no to such an elegant offer?’

Collecting her bedroll in both arms, Hetan rose. ‘Follow me, and hurry.’

‘Alas,’ he replied, slowly gaining his feet, ‘I never hurry, as you’re about to discover.’

‘Tomorrow night I shall ride your friend.’

‘You’re doing so tonight, dear, in his dreams.’

She nodded seriously. ‘He has big hands.’

‘Aye.’

‘So do you.’

‘I thought you were in a hurry, Hetan.’

‘I am. Let’s go.’

The Barghast Range crept down from the north as the day slowly passed, from distant mountains to worn, humped-back hills. Many of the hills edging the traders’ track to Capustan were sacred sites, their summits displaying the inverted tree trunks that were the Barghast custom of anchoring spirits – or so Hetan explained as she walked alongside Gruntle, who was leading his horse by the reins. While the captain had little interest in things religious, he admitted to some curiosity as to why the Barghast would bury trees upside-down in hills.

‘Mortal souls are savage things,’ she explained, spitting to punctuate her words. ‘Many must be held down to keep them from ill-wandering. Thus, the oaks are brought down from the north. The shouldermen carve magic into their trunks. The one to be buried is pinned beneath the tree. Spirits are drawn as well, as guardians, and other traps are placed along the edges of the dark circle. Even so, sometimes the souls escape – imprisoned by one of the traps, yet able to travel the land. Those who return to the clans where they once lived are quickly destroyed, so they have learned to stay away – here, in these lowlands. Sometimes, such a sticksnare retains a loyalty to its mortal kin, and will send dreams to our shouldermen, to tell us of danger.’

‘A sticksnare, you called it. What does that mean?’

‘You may well see for yourself,’ she replied with a shrug.

‘Was it one of these sticksnares that sent the dreams of demons?’

‘Yes, and other spirits besides. That so many sought to reach us...’

Added veracity to the threat, aye, I understand. He scanned the empty land before them, wondering what was out there.