the forges hammered the din of war once more.

trull saw fear and rhulad stride up to the wagon, more slaves trailing them, and fear began directing the storage of the weapons.

rhulad glanced over as trull approached. 'have you need of more spears, brother?' he asked.

'no, rhulad. i see arapay and merude weapons here - and beneda and den-ratha-'

'every tribe, yes. so it is now among all the forges, in every village. a sharing of skills.'

trull glanced over at fear. 'your thoughts on this, brother? will you now be training the hiroth warriors in new weapons?'

'i have taught how to defend against them, trull. it is the warlock king's intention to create a true army, such as those of the letherii. this will involve specialist units.' fear studied trull for a moment, before adding, 'i am weapons master for the hiroth, and now, at the warlock king's command, for all of the tribes.'

'you are to lead this army?'

'if war should come, yes, i will lead it into battle.'

'thus are the sengar honoured,' rhulad said, his face expressionless, the tone without inflection.

thus are we rewarded .

'binadas returned at dawn,' fear said. 'he will take this day in rest. then we shall depart.'

trull nodded.

'a letherii trader caravan is coming,' rhulad said. 'binadas met them on the trail. the acquitor is seren pedac. and hull beddict is with them.'

hull beddict, the sentinel who betrayed the nerek, the tarthenal and the faraed. what did he want? not all letherii were the same, trull knew. opposing views sang with the clash of swords. betrayals abounded among the rapacious multitude in the vast cities and indeed, if rumours were true, in the palace of the king himself. the merchant was charged to deliver the words of whoever had bought him. whilst seren pedac, in the profession of acquitor, would neither speak her mind nor interfere with the aims of the others. he had not been in the village during her other visits, and so could judge no more than that. but hull, the once sentinel - it was said he was immune to corruption, such as only a man once betrayed could be.

trull was silent as he watched the slaves drag the weapon bundles from the cart bed and carry them off to the armoury.

even his brothers seemed... different somehow. as if shadows stretched taut between them, unseen by anyone else, and could make the wind drone with weighted trepidation. darkness, then, in the blood of brothers. none of this served the journey about to begin. none of it.

i was ever the worrier. i do not see too much, i see only the wrong things. and so the fault is mine, within me. i need to remain mindful of that. such as with my assumptions about rhulad and mayen. wrong things, wrong thoughts, they are the ones that seem to be... tireless...

'binadas says buruk carries letherii iron,' rhulad said, breaking trull's reverie. 'that will prove useful. dapple knows, the letherii are truly fools-'

'they are not,' fear said. 'they are indifferent. they see no contradiction in selling us iron at one moment and waging war with us the next.'

'nor the harvesting of tusked seals,' trull added, nodding. 'they are a nation of ten thousand grasping hands, and none can tell which ones are true, which ones belong to those in power.'

'king ezgara diskanar is not like hannan mosag,' fear said. 'he does not rule his people with absolute...'

trull glanced over as his brother's voice trailed off.

fear swung away. 'mayen is guest tonight,' he said. 'mother may request you partake in the supper preparations.'

'and so we shall,' rhulad said, meeting trull's eyes a moment before fixing his attention once more on the slaves.

absolute power... no, we have undone that, haven't we? and indeed, perhaps it never existed at all. the women, after all...

the other slaves were busy in the longhouse, scurrying back and forth across the trusses as udinaas entered and made his way to his sleeping pallet. he was to serve this night, and so was permitted a short period of rest beforehand. he saw uruth standing near the central hearth but was able to slip past unnoticed in the confusion, just another slave in the gloom.

feather witch's assertions remained with him, tightening his every breath. should the edur discover the truth that coursed through his veins, they would kill him. he knew he must hide, only he did not know how.

he settled onto his mat. the sounds and smells of the chambers beyond drifted over him. lying back, he closed his eyes.