‘There was retribution,’ Heboric said. ‘A methodical, dispassionate cleaning-up of the mess.’ As he pulled off his sand-scoured cloak, Kulp scowled down at the ex-priest. ‘What are you going on about, Heboric?’ ‘First Empire, the city above. They came and put things aright. Immortal custodians. Such a debacle! Even with my eyes closed I can see my hands – they’re groping blind, so blind now. So empty.’
