When The Time Comes

Rami’s expression went curiously blank.

Rastaban curled one hand around the shaft of his spear and waited.

Then Rami said, “I see.”

Rastaban tilted his head to one side, dark eyes starlit. “Did you think I’d forgotten?”

“No. I thought that perhaps you’d - understood.” Rami straightened up. “If the others learn the truth -”


“I’m sure they already know,” Rastaban said, “but then they know Dravi stole his first hunt from Rhajj and would have killed me in his sleep if he’d had the nerve, would have killed any boy who angered him. When the time comes, I will lead well.”