Ward did not answer.
"It is a brave man that can do that. And bravery is something we understand." There was a silent moment. Tahn coughed. "May I light the lamp?"
Ward swung around in the chair.
"Certainly."
Flint flicked on steel, a spark glowed, caught, and light wavered in the cabin. The two faced each other, Ward sagged low in the chair, the Kali by the lamp. Tahn coughed again.
"There is a way?"
Ward let a moment pass.
"There is a way to try."
"Fighting?"
"Yes, fighting."