"Then you die," Teja says, with a small shrug of his armoured shoulders.

He swings his axe again and sinks it deep into the man's shoulder, half hewing off the head, half cleaving the chest open.

He must step on the corpse to jerk his axe free; and as it comes loose, the man's last lifeblood spurts over Teja's shoes, and the hem of his cloak.

"Any others?" he says. "Will you yet tame that one, Atton? You are teaching him well."