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.Croaker.I’ve taken up a new hobby.”“So don’t tell me.See if I care.”“Take that attitude if you want.I was going to ask if you could go after Raker with us.So you could put it in the Annals right.”“With a word about One-Eye’s genius?”“Credit where credit is due, Croaker.”“Then Silent is due a chapter, isn’t he?”He sputtered.He grumbled.He cursed.“You want to play a hand?” They had only three players, one of whom was Raven.Tonk is more interesting with four or five.I won three hands straight.“Don’t you have anything to do? A wart to cut off, or something?”“You asked him to play,” a kibitzing soldier said.“You like flies, Otto?”“Flies?”“Going to turn you into a frog if you don’t shut your mouth.”Otto was not impressed.“You couldn’t turn a tadpole into a frog.”I snickered.“You asked for it, One-Eye.When’s Soulcatcher going to show?”“When he gets here.”I nodded.There is no apparent rhyme or reason to the way the Taken do things.“Regular Cheerful Charlie today, aren’t we? How much has he lost, Otto?”Otto just smirked.Raven won the next two hands.One-Eye swore off talking.So much for discovering the nature of his project.Probably for the best.An explanation never made could not be overheard by the Rebel’s spies.Six hairs and a block of limestone.What the hell?For days Silent, Goblin, and One-Eye took turns working that stone.I visited the stable occasionally.They let me watch, and growl when they wouldn’t answer questions.The Captain, too, sometimes poked his head in, shrugged, and went back to his quarters.He was juggling strategies for a spring campaign which would throw all available imperial might against the Rebel.His rooms were impenetrable, so numerous were the maps and reports.We’d had only limited contact with the Rebel since arriving.We’d hurt him some, but nothing like we meant to when the weather turned.Cruel it may be, but most of us enjoy what we do-and the Captain more than anyone.This is a favorite game, matching wits with a Raker.He is blind to the dead, the burning villages, the starving children.As is the Rebel, who boasts, that he is rescuing people from tyranny.Two blind armies, able to see nothing but one another.VISoulcatcher came in the deep hours, amidst a blizzard which beggared the one Elmo endured.The wind wailed and howled.Snow had drifted against the northeast corner of the fortress, battlement-high, and was spilling over.Wood and hay stores were becoming a concern.Locals said it was the worst blizzard in history.At its height, Soulcatcher came.The boom-boom-boom of his knock wakened all Meystrikt.Horns sounded.Drums rolled.The gatehouse watch screeched against the wind.They couldn’t open the gate.Soulcatcher came over the wall via the drift.He fell, nearly vanished in the loose snow in the forecourt.Hardly a dignified arrival for one of the Ten.I hurried to the main hall.One-Eye, Silent, and Goblin were there already, with the fire blazing merrily.The Lieutenant appeared, followed by the Captain.Elmo and Raven came with the Captain.“Send the rest back to bed,” the Lieutenant snapped.Soulcatcher came in, removed a heavy black greatcloak, squatted before the fire.A calculatedly human gesture7 I wondered.Soulcatcher’s slight body is always sheathed in black leather, throat to toe.He wears a head-hiding black morion, black gloves, and black boots.Only a couple of silver badges break the monotony of his apparel.The only color about him is the uncut ruby forming the pommel of his dagger.A five-taloned claw clutches the gem to the handle of the weapon.Small, soft curves interrupt the flatness of Soulcatcher’s chest.There is a feminine flair to his hips and legs.Three of the Taken are female, but which are which only the Lady knows.We call them all he.Their sex won’t ever mean a thing to us.We wear Soulcatcher’s badges, though he is only a patron, not our master.His protection helps when we have to deal with others of the Taken.He claims to be our friend, our champion.Even so, his presence brought a different chill to the hall.The cold of him has nothing to do with climate.Even One-Eye shivers when he is around.And Raven? I don’t know.Raven seems incapable of feeling, except for Darling.Someday that great stone face will break.I hope I’m there to see it.Soulcatcher turned his back to the fire.“So.” High-pitched.“Fine weather for an adventure.” Baritone.Strange sounds followed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]