I sat back, flicking the dripping eye from my shiv and taking a gander at the mess I'd left behind. He didn't scream. He didn't do anything. For an instant I thought I'd killed him somehow, made a mistake in my anatomical calculations.

I still hadn't won.

The whole gist behind revenge wasn't just the violence - it was making somebody else feel your pain. If I couldn't do that with one measly turncoat, then I came out with nothing. But I was mulling too much. I got what I came for.

I wiped the knife off on Clarence's shirt before putting it away, and then leaned down to to smack his cheek.

"Hey. Iago. Shake a leg."