‘Nothing. But the rule holds – trust nothing in the sky, Antsy. Be sure everyone knows and remembers that, right?’

‘Aye, as you say, Wizard.’

‘Anything else?’ Paran asked.

Antsy shrugged. ‘No, not a thing. Setta’s dead as dead gets. Maurik’s probably the same.’

‘Never mind Maurik,’ Paran said. ‘We’re bypassing Maurik.’

He had Picker’s fullest attention with that. ‘Just us, Captain?’

‘We’re flying point all the way,’ Quick Ben answered.

Antsy growled something under his breath.

‘Speak clearly, Sergeant,’ Paran ordered.

‘Nothing, sir.’

‘Let’s have it, Antsy.’

‘Well, just Hedge and Spindle and the other sappers, Captain. Been complaining about that missing crate of munitions – they were expecting to get resupplied, at Maurik. They’ll squeal, sir.’

Picker saw Paran glance at Quick Ben.

The wizard scowled. ‘I forgot to have a word with Hedge. Sorry. I’ll get right on it.’

‘The thing is,’ Antsy said, ‘we’re undersupplied and that’s the truth of it. If we run into trouble ...’

‘Really, Sergeant,’ Picker muttered. ‘When you’ve burned the bridges behind you, don’t go starting a fire on the one in front of you. Tell those sappers to stiffen their spines. If we get into a situation where the fifteen or so available cussers and thirty or forty sharpers aren’t enough, we’re just one more feast-pile anyway.’

‘Chat’s over,’ Paran announced. ‘Quick, get the Moranth ready – we’re making one more jump tonight. I want us within sight of the River Eryn come the dawn. Picker, check the cairns one more time, please. I don’t want them obvious – we give ourselves away now and things’ll get hot.’

‘Aye, sir.’

‘All right, let’s move.’

He watched as his soldiers scrambled. A few moments later he sensed a presence and turned. The Black Moranth commander, Twist, had come to stand beside him.

‘Captain Paran.’

‘Yes?’

‘I would know if you blessed the Barghast gods. In Capustan, or perhaps thereafter.’

Paran frowned. ‘I was warned that they might ask, but no, I’ve not been approached.’

The black-armoured warrior was silent for a moment, then he said, ‘Yet you acknowledge their place in the pantheon.’

‘I don’t see why not.’

‘Is that a yes, Captain?’

‘All right. Yes. Why? What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing is wrong. I will die soon, and I wish to know what will await my soul.’

‘Have the Barghast shouldermen finally acknowledged that the Moranth share the same blood?’

‘Their pronouncements one way or the other are without relevance.’

‘Yet mine are?’

‘You are the Master of the Deck.’

‘What caused the schism, Twist? Between the Moranth and the Barghast?’

The achievant slowly raised his withered arm. ‘Perhaps, in another realm, this arm is hale, whilst the rest of me is shrunken and lifeless. Perhaps,’ he went on, ‘it already feels the clasp, firm and strong, of a spirit. Who now but waits for my complete passage into that world.’