'rhulad lacks the subtlety to see your reluctance as anything but weakness-'

'his failing, not mine!'

'do you expect a blind elder to cross a stream's stepping stones unaided, trull? no, you guide him until in his mind's eye he finally sees that which everyone else can see.'

'if everyone else can see,' trull replied, 'then rhulad's words against me are powerless, and so i am right to ignore them.'

'brother, rhulad is not alone in lacking subtlety.'

'is it your wish, fear, that there be enemies among the sons of tomad sengar?'

'rhulad is not an enemy, not of you nor of any other edur. he is young and eager for blood. you once walked his path, so i ask that you remember yourself back then. this is not the time to deliver wounds sure to scar. and, to an unblooded warrior, disdain delivers the deepest wound of all.'

trull grimaced. 'i see the truth of that, fear. i shall endeavour to curtail my indifference.'

his brother did not react to the sarcasm. 'the council is gathering in the citadel, brother. will you enter the king's hall at my side?'

trull relented. 'i am honoured, fear.'

they turned away from the black water, and so did not see the pale-winged shape gliding over the lazy waves a short distance offshore.

thirteen years ago udinaas had been a young sailor in the third year of his family's indenture to the merchant intaros of trate, the northernmost city of lether. he was aboard the whaler brunt and on the return run from beneda waters. they had slipped in under cover of darkness, killing three sows, and were towing the carcasses into the neutral troughs west of calach bay when five k'orthan ships of the hiroth were sighted in hard pursuit.

the captain's greed had spelled their doom, as he would not abandon the kills.

udinaas well remembered the faces of the whaler's officers, the captain included, as they were bound to one of the sows to be left to the sharks and dhenrabi, whilst the common sailors were taken off the ship, along with every piece of iron and every other item that caught the edur's fancy. shadow wraiths were then loosed on the brunt , to devour and tear apart the dead wood of the letherii ship. towing the other two sows, the five blackwood k'orthan ships then departed, leaving the third whale to the slayers of the deep.

even back then, udinaas had been indifferent to the grisly fate of the captain and his officers. he had been born into debt, as had his father and his father before him. indenture and slavery were two words for the same thing. nor was life as a slave among the hiroth particularly harsh. obedience was rewarded with protection, clothing and a dwelling sheltered from the rain and snow, and, until recently, plenty of food.

among udinaas's many tasks within the household of the sengar was the repair of nets for the four knarri fisherboats owned by the noble family. because he had been a sailor, he was not permitted to leave land, and knotting the nets and affixing weight-stones down on the strand south of the river mouth was as close as he ever came to the open waters of the sea. not that he had any desire to escape the edur. there were plenty of slaves in the village - all letherii, of course - so he did not miss the company of his own kind, miserable as it often was. nor were the comforts of lether sufficient lure to attempt what was virtually impossible anyway - he had memory of seeing such comforts, but never of partaking in them. and finally, udinaas hated the sea with a passion, just as he had done when he was a sailor.

in the failing light he had seen the two eldest sons of tomad sengar on the beach on the other side of the river mouth, and was not surprised to hear the faint, indistinguishable words they exchanged. letherii ships had struck again - the news had raced among the slaves before young rhulad had even reached the entrance of the citadel. a council had been called, which was to be expected, and udinaas assumed that there would be slaughter before too long, that deadly, terrifying merging of iron-edged ferocity and sorcery that marked every clash with the letherii of the south. and, truth be told, udinaas wished them good hunting. seals taken by the letherii threatened famine among the edur, and in famine it was the slaves who were the first to suffer.

udinaas well understood his own kind. to the letherii, gold was all that mattered. gold and its possession defined their entire world. power, status, self-worth and respect - all were commodities that could be purchased by coin. indeed, debt bound the entire kingdom, defining every relationship, the motivation casting the shadow of every act, every decision. this devious hunting of the seals was the opening move in a ploy the letherii had used countless times, against every tribe beyond the borderlands. to the letherii, the edur were no different. but they are, you fools .