I recognised that even in the midst of my fury. I thought I could follow a man who takes such hard decisions. And now I have met you …” Tekoa watched Roper intently, as though expecting him to spontaneously combust. “You are hopelessly out of your depth,” he declared at last. “You are a butterfly in a tempest. But still so calm. Still unbowed. Still curious enough to play with my bloody possessions. I could gamble with you. What about you, Keturah? Will you gamble with me? Is this a man you could follow?”
