‘Yes, Martal,’ he answered, simply to quiet her. ‘I understand.’ She eased back, letting go a taut breath. ‘Tell him I tried. I tried my best. I would so like to have seen him again.’ ‘Who?’ ‘My old commander. Tell him that, won’t you?’ Ivanr could not answer. Her old commander! The Malazan … Greymane! ‘Yes,’ he managed, clearing his throat, hardly able to speak.
