‘No, I was not Gidrath. Not Capan. I am not, I think, from this continent at all. I do not know why I appeared here. Nor how. I have not been here long. This is as my master wills. Of my past, I recall but one thing.’ Coll carried Murillio to the back of the wagon and laid the man down. ‘And what’s that?’ ‘I once stood within fire.’ After a long moment, Coll sighed roughly.
