‘Go. Back to Mallet. Get out of my sight.’

Paran swung his back to the man, listened to him scurrying away. The captain shut his eyes, waiting for the agony of his gut to resume, to rise once again like a fist of fire. But all was quiescent within him. He wiped at his eyes, drew a deep breath. No-one dies. We ‘re all getting out of here. Better tell Humbrall Taur. Trotts has won his claim . . . and damn the rest of you to Hood!

Fifteen paces away, Mulch and Aimless crouched, watching their captain’s back straighten, watching as Paran adjusted his sword belt, watching as he strode towards Humbrall Taur’s command tent.

‘He’s a hard bastard,’ the healer muttered.

‘Cold as a Jaghut winter,’ Aimless said, face twisting. ‘Mallet looked a dead man there for a time.’

‘For a time, he damn near was.’

The two men were silent for a while, then Mulch leaned to one side and spat. ‘Captain might make it after all,’ he said.

‘Aye,’ Aimless said. ‘He might.’

‘Hey!’ one of the soldiers nearby shouted. ‘Look at that ridge! Ain’t that Detoran? And there’s Spindle – they’re carrying somebody between ‘em!’

‘Probably Quick Ben,’ Mulch said, straightening. ‘Played too long in his warrens. Idiot.’

‘Mages,’ Aimless sneered. ‘Who needs the lazy bastards anyway?’

‘Mages, huh? And what about healers, Corporal?’

The man’s long face suddenly lengthened even more as his jaw dropped. ‘Uh, healers are good, Mulch. Damned good. I meant wizards and sorcerers and the like—’

‘Stow it before you say something real stupid, Aimless. Well, we’re all here, now. Wonder what these White Faces will do to us?’

Trotts won!’

‘So?’

The corporal’s jaw dropped a second time.

Woodsmoke filled Humbrall Taur’s hide tent. The huge warchief stood alone, his back to the round hearth, silhouetted by the fire’s light. ‘What have you to tell me?’ he rumbled as Paran let the hide flap drop behind him.

‘Trotts lives. He asserts his claim to leadership.’

‘Yet he has no tribe—’

‘He has a tribe, Warchief. Thirty-eight Bridgeburners. He showed you that, in the style he chose for the duel.’

‘I know what he showed us—’

‘Yet who understood?’

‘I did, and that is all that matters.’