“Hu! You got off easy. Maybe you’d like to set the reinforcement yourself, Mas. You’re the best at it.”

“If I get the same hazard pay as for digging the face.”

“Come back at twilight. I’ll let you know then.”

They got into line by the supervisor’s pavilion, waiting to turn in their mattock and spade. The four men ahead of them, coming off their own shift change, took sword-length wooden batons in exchange and trotted out to the formation. She walked away toward the canvas barracks. Mas kept pace beside her until they reached the canvas screens that set off the entrance to the women’s barracks.

“If you’re sure. . .” He was an ordinary fellow, without any least distinguishing characteristics except that, like her, he’d had some pressing reason to sell his labor to the Qin. He’d never said what it was, but then again, neither had she. “I just meant to say—”

“Sorry!”

He winced, so she knew she’d snapped.

“I’m just shaking after that,” she added.

“Eh, truly, the murderer does get to people that way.”

“And I’m tired.” And I’ll never be interested in you, or maybe in any man.

He sighed.

“Truth is, Mas,” she added, for once thinking to spare him a bit of misery, “I really don’t care to test the Qin’s patience. You know how they are, all prim and dainty.”

“Surely I do. Strange notions, they’ve got. Men sleep in one barracks tent and women in another, and once curfew falls, no mixing. Those who disobey are sent home, or whipped. Eiya! No use ruining your hopes for buying out your debt and gathering a nest egg of coin, just for an afternoon’s pleasure.”

She managed a smile, however insincere. Once safe within the women’s area, she measured out her ration of wash water, which was only enough to wash her face and hands and even then not get off the grime. Coated with grit, she lay down on the blanket assigned to her, and she thought not of her husband, that kind and patient man who had never treated her with anything except gentle forbearance, but of the hierodule they had briefly traveled with. So be it. She was here, slaving in the Barrens, and no doubt that cursed interfering reeve had captured Zubaidit and taken her back to Olossi to serve out her own sentence for theft and debt-breaking. They’d not meet again. That’s just how it was. She could never expect anything in life but leavings and scraps.

She hoped that Avisha and the children were doing well, but even that was out of her hands. After leaving Argent Hall, she had eked out a living doing day labor. In the meantime she had asked around at the Qin compound until she’d found out that a girl matching Avisha’s description had been taken in to the household of the captain’s wife. So at least they were being cared for. She’d heard a rumor that the captain’s wife had come to live here in the Barrens, in the settlement, but since debt slaves remained in their camp, she’d never seen her. Even if it were true, what was the point of seeing Avisha and the children? She could do nothing for them, and no doubt it would upset them, as it had that day when Avisha had seen her in the labour gang in Olossi.