‘Yes,’ he told Ieleen. ‘They’re still with us. Two are of a strange cut to me, though one’s a Malazan galley or I’m a Kartoolian eunuch.’ ‘You’re no eunuch, luv. I’ll attest to that.’ Pained, he lowered his voice. ‘Not in front of the crew, dearest.’ She waved a hand. ‘Oh, they’re happy when we’re happy. They just don’t like it when we fight.’
