‘He retreats,’ Resh said in a frail gasp. He looked across at her, his eyes wide and frightened. ‘Understand me, captain, none of this was my doing. They but wait, now.’ ‘They?’ ‘I spoke of the revenant awakened by my wife – how one became many.’ ‘And this now afflicts Caplo Dreem?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Is it an illness? A fever?’ ‘I think … no. It is—’ He shook his head. ‘I cannot be certain. It is … an escape.’ ‘From what?’ She leaned back, released Caplo’s arm, and studied the warlock. ‘From death itself? He was going to die—’ ‘No longer. But I can say nothing more, captain.’
