‘Ah well,’ Stenwold heard her say very quietly.

Salma gazed at her for a moment, the silence dragging.

Stenwold opened his mouth a little, then closed it again. There was tension here he could not account for. He glanced at the rough-looking band of men and women that were the Dragonfly’s followers. ‘Nero told me some of what you’ve been through,’ he managed eventually.

‘He doesn’t know the half of it,’ Salma told him. Something, some dark memory, caught in his voice as he said it.

Are we not grave men of state now, Stenwold thought. As he was about to reply, a woman’s voice cried out in joy and Cheerwell was bundling between Salma’s people, rushing up to Stenwold and throwing her arms about him, sabotaging the dignity of the solemn situation utterly. When Stenwold had finally managed to peel her off him he saw that Salma was smiling. It was not the easy grin of his youth, but it was a start.

‘Uncle Sten, I’ve got something really, really important to show you,’ Che said excitedly.

‘Best save it for Collegium,’ Stenwold told her. ‘We’re close enough to the Wasp army here that I keep looking to the skies.’

‘You needn’t worry,’ Salma told him. ‘I have scouts watching for them, and my people know the land better than they do.’

‘Even so,’ Stenwold said. ‘When you get to my age, you try not to rely too much on anyone else’s information. Let’s get quickly back to Collegium and then we can take stock.’

There was a shuffling amongst Salma’s followers and he said, ‘I won’t be going to Collegium with you, Sten.’

‘No?’ Stenwold watched him carefully.

‘I’m not your agent any more, or your student. I have other responsibilities.’

‘Towards…?’

‘There is a nomad-town of almost twenty-five hundred, people out there that needs me,’ Salma told him. ‘Currently it’s pitched up against the walls of Sarn, and the Sarnesh Queen is waiting for me to explain to her precisely why that is so, and what we want from her. More than that, I have almost a thousand fighting men who are gathered together only because of me.’