It's true, Jibrith thought, I'm frightened.
Urqin's voice continued into the night. The armies of the Fire Isles will despatch Hevne on landing. Then they will regroup and come for Kamkarra. Their invasion would be swift and brutal. Kamkarra was weak, defended only by women, children and old men. It was inevitable; as day follows night, inevitable.
"Do you want to die, friend Jibrith?"
"You know the answer to that, friend Urqin," Jibrith said and his body sagged. Those last two words cost Jibrith dear.
Urqin sniggered. It was a liquid laugh of triumph, a laugh that hid his gloating.