“I have no compulsion to hurt any of you,” Adamus says. “But I have rage that needs venting, and it seems you have a war to fight. Put me on a battlefield, and let me be useful.” Adamus once unmade Salim so thoroughly he screamed himself nearly out of a voice. But now they shake hands. “I hope your offer is sincere, Adamus, because I’m going to take you up on it.”
