Didn't take a genius – or a hocus or a healer – to know he'd have a easier time of it with Corbie than Jackson. And Mildmay was about to turn and find the supplies he'd come for, when he realized there was one more thing needed saying first.

The dark, polished wood of Jashuki swept over the wall by where Jackson was working to make sure he had his attention. "The man who gave me this told me something once, and it's the last I'll say to you about all this, but you need to fucking hear it. He said, 'Remember you're lame,' so, you remember."

Then bringing Jashuki back down to rest lightly against the floor, Mildmay scanned the room and limped over the shelf with the supplies he needed.