Varendur said later that Corsair ships had been sighted beyond Tolfalas: “Several squads – many, but not so many as ours.”
“Good news,” Chadhi said, fervently. Varendur snorted.
“For some!”
For some: Šuraš passed men gathered in mourning at the shrine, their butcher and his sons among them. Guards stood watchfully by, while diverse others looked on, scowling. Ba-a-šuvon cursed, hurried her along.
Next morn, the butcher's door bore a bloody message: Traitor.