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and walked to the stream, where he stripped off his pale green shirt and doused his head and chest with water. After they had breakfasted on dried fruit and meat they saddled their mounts and began to ride up out of the hollow. Bane was whistling a merry tune, and seemed in good spirits. He steered his horse away from the trail. Banouin called out to him. That looks a more difficult climb,' he said.
    'I think it might be quicker,' said Bane.
    'Well, you can go that way,' Banouin told him, and continued on the easier route. At the edge of the trees he drew rein, and gazed down, horror-struck. A man's body lay there, the throat cut, blood pooling on the earth. It was the black-bearded Karn. His eyes were open, staring sightlessly up at the morning sky.
    Bane rode alongside his friend. 'He and two others came back in the night,' he said quietly.
    'Two others?'
    'Aye. They ran off. You were right, though. One-eye was not among them.'
    'So you killed Black Beard, then came back to sleep?' stormed Banouin.
    'I was tired. Don't you sleep when you're tired? What would you have had me do? Wake you when they were coming? For what purpose? I love you, my friend, but you are not a fighter. And there was no point in waking you after they'd gone.'
    Banouin dragged his eyes from the corpse and heeled the chestnut up the slope and out on to the road.
    Bane followed him. 'You want to hear my dream now?'
    'No, I do not,' snapped Banouin. There is a man dead back there. Killed by you. And it means nothing to you, does it?'
    'What should it mean? They came to kill us. Would you prefer it if we were dead?'
    Banouin drew rein and took a deep breath, trying to ease the anger from his system. He looked at his friend, saw the genuine confusion in his eyes. 'Of course I am glad we are alive,' he said. 'It is not the fact that you killed him, Bane, but that it did not touch you. Perhaps he had a wife and children. Perhaps he once had the chance to be a good man. Perhaps he might have had that chance again. Now he never will. Carrion birds and foxes will feast on his flesh, and worms will devour the rest.'
    Bane laughed. 'He was just a turd, floating on the stream of life. The land is better off without him.'
    'In his case that may be true,' agreed Banouin. 'But what I fear is that you kill too swiftly. You like to kill. But how long before a good man falls beneath your blade, a kind man, a loving man?'
    Bane shrugged. The only men who will die by my blade are those who choose to attack me. That is their choice, not mine. I knew that black-bearded whoreson would come back. So I rested a little, then went out to meet them.'
    'You enjoyed it, though, didn't you?' accused Banouin. 'As you cut his throat you felt a surge of exultation.'
    'Aye, I did!' snapped Bane. 'And what of it? He was my enemy and I vanquished him. That is what true men do. We fight and we know pride - and we leave the women to sit in the corners and wail over the dead.'
    'True men?' said Banouin slowly. 'Of course. True men do not wish to live quiet lives, in harmony with their neighbours. They don't waste time poring over useless scrolls and trying to assimilate the wisdom of the ancients. They don't long for a world without wars and bloodshed and death. No. True men joy in the slitting of throats in the dark.'
    Bane shook his head. 'I won't argue with you, Banouin. If words were arrows you'd be the deadliest man alive. But this is not a debate. They came to kill us. One of them died for it. And no, it doesn't touch me. Any more than it did when I aimed that blow at Forvar's neck.'
    All colour drained from Banouin's face. 'You mean you meant to kill him?'
    'Aye, I meant to kill him. And I have not suffered a moment of regret since.'
    'That is where you and I are different,' said Banouin sadly. 'I have not known a day when I have not thought of it with regret.'
    'This is a pointless conversation,' said Bane. 'And you have made me forget my dream.'

Chapter Two
    On the fifth day they