Rutt, you led us from death and into life. Rutt,’ she stepped close, ‘you can rest now.’ The bearded man – whose name was Fiddler – managed to break Rutt’s fall, but both went down to their knees. The Adjunct took a half-step. ‘Captain? Does he live?’ He looked up after a moment. ‘If his heart still beats, Adjunct, I can neither feel nor hear it.’
