“Aye,” he agrees, completely serious. “We’ve a saying, in Gilead: to do something shameful is to have forgotten the face of one’s father.”

He lays a hand on the grip of one gun. “I carry the guns of my father, Robert Allgood, and I remember his face.”

“He’d have been proud of thee too, ‘Bert,” Susan says, softly. “He were, I’m sure of it.”