The shoulder was bad for four days.
Not broken — he had been right about that, standing on the beach with the impact still running through the arm. But the specific deep bruising of a joint that had absorbed more than it was designed to absorb. He moved it carefully in the mornings. He did not mention it to Antiphus because Antiphus would tell him to rest it and he was not going to rest it.
He mentioned it to Hector on the first morning after the raid, at the south ground at dawn, because Hector would notice anyway and it was better to name it first.
Hector looked at the shoulder. Pressed two fingers against the joint with the assessment of a man who had evaluated injuries for years.
He said: *"You can train. Lighter than usual."*
*"Yes."*
*"The plant conversion. We work on that first."*
*"Yes."*
They worked on it for an hour.
