It did not last long. Too soon, the King stepped back. His eyes were full of pain as he studied his friend’s face, his friend’s condition.

Without looking away, King Bifalt addressed Hegels.

“First Captain. Tell the men that help is coming. We have supplies, more than enough. Suti al-Suri’s doing, not mine. They are half a day behind us, but Spliner and Boy will bring them.”

Hegels bowed. “As you say, Majesty.” Like a man who did not feel the cold, he strode away.

With a gesture, the King summoned his companions to dismount. He gave Klamath time to hug first Elgart, then Jaspid. He did not begin to issue orders until they were satisfied.

“Jaspid.” Now he sounded more like himself. “Sub-Commander. Go among the men. Help them if they cannot stand. Urge them to move. Tend their horses. Reassure them.

“Check on the Magisters, Elgart. I want to know their state. Their losses. I will hear whatever they wish to say.

“Jeck. Malder. Forgive an unpleasant task. The General and I need a count of the dead. He suffered losses while he fled, and the night was cruel. I need to know our numbers.”

Nodding, the Prince, Elgart, and Hellick left. When Jeck and Malder started to obey, however, Klamath stopped them.

“That duty is mine, Majesty. I will do it. The First Captain will help me.” He glanced around. “And Captain Rowt. You entrusted your men to me. I will bear the burden.”

He meant, Do you see now? You should not have made me your General.

Bifalt grimaced. “Nonsense, Klamath. Count the dead? I doubt that you can count your own fingers.” More gently, he said, “I know what you have done. It is more than any King could have asked. Your losses are Rile’s doing, not yours.

“By your standard, we have had an easy ride. Jeck and Malder are not worn out, frozen, or heart-sick. Let them bear this one burden for you.”

Klamath could not stop his tears. If he had not been so weak, he might have embarrassed himself by sobbing.

With a flick of his hand, King Bifalt sent his bodyguards away. Then he took Klamath’s arm. “Walk with me, General,” he commanded. “You are frozen. A little exertion will warm you. We can talk when you stop shivering.”

Aside to Suti al-Suri, he suggested, “Perhaps you will join the Prince and sub-Commander Hellick. Describe your exploits to the men. You may lift their spirits.”

Unable to protest, Klamath let the King’s firm grip draw him away.

Their breathing came in gusts of vapor. The cold rasped at their lungs. Deep snow dragged their steps. But they were in sunlight now. Even this early, the sun’s touch felt like kindness.

Trying to do his duty, the General began, “My report, Majesty—”