And Calder grinned at him, teeth shining in the light of the fire-pit. ‘I still like you, Clover. I never can bring myself to trust loyal men. Can’t understand the bastards.’ ‘I’m with you there.’ ‘Man who’ll be loyal to someone might one day up and decide he’d rather be loyal to someone else.’ He wagged a finger at Clover. ‘But a man who’s first loyalty is to himself? It always will be. You don’t pretend to be what you’re not. You’re reliable.’ ‘I am?’ ‘Let’s say reliably unreliable.
