‘Captain Paran, you speak too freely for your own good – not that I’m a liability, mind you. But you’ve an openness and an honesty that might earn you the gallows some day.’

‘Here’s some more, Mortal Sword. A new House has appeared, seeking membership in the Deck of Dragons. It belongs to the Crippled God. I can feel the pressure – the voice of countless gods, all demanding that I deny my sanction, since it seems that I am the one cursed with that responsibility. Do I bless the House of Chains, or not? The arguments against such a blessing are overwhelming, and I don’t need any god whispering in my head to apprise me of that.’

‘So, where is the problem, Captain?’

‘It’s simple. There’s a lone voice crying out, deep within me, so buried as to be almost inaudible. A lone voice, Gruntle, demanding the very opposite. Demanding that I must sanction the House of Chains. I must bless the Crippled God’s right to a place within the Deck of Dragons.’

‘And whose voice cries out such madness?’

‘I think it’s mine.’

Gruntle was silent for a dozen heartbeats, yet Paran felt the man’s unhuman eyes fixed on him. Eventually, the Mortal Sword looked away and shrugged. ‘I don’t know much about the Deck of Dragons. Used for divinations, yes? Not something I’ve ever pursued.’

‘Nor I,’ Paran admitted.

Gruntle barked a laugh, sharp and echoing, then he slowly nodded. ‘And what did you say of me earlier? Better a man who hates war to serve the God of War than one who lusts for it. Thus, why not a man who knows nothing of the Deck of Dragons to adjudicate it rather than a lifelong practitioner?’

‘You may have something there. Not that it alleviates my sense of inadequacy.’

‘Aye, just that.’ He paused, then continued, ‘I felt my god recoil at your words, Captain – your instincts on the Crippled God’s House of Chains. But as I said before, I’m not a follower. So I guess I saw it different. If Trake wants to tremble on four watery legs that’s his business.’

‘Your lack of fear has me curious, Gruntle. You seem to see no risk in legitimizing the House of Chains. Why is that?’

The man shrugged his massive shoulders. ‘But that’s just it, isn’t it. Legitimizing. Right now, the Crippled God’s outside the whole damned game, meaning he’s not bound by any rules whatsoever—’

Paran suddenly sat straight. ‘You’re right. Abyss take me, that’s it. If I bless the House of Chains then the Crippled God becomes ... bound—’