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from the other side.
Whirrun bared his teeth at her. ‘That’s what these are for.’
‘Don’t you ever sharpen it?’ asked Craw.
‘It sharpens me.’
‘Right. Right y’are.’ He hoped Whirrun was as good with that great big blade as he was supposed to be, ’cause he surely brought nothing to the table as a conversationalist.
‘Besides, to sharpen it you’d have to draw it,’ said Wonderful, winking at Craw with the eye Whirrun couldn’t see.
‘True.’ Whirrun’s eyes slid up to her face. ‘And once the Father of Swords is drawn, it cannot be sheathed without—’
‘Being blooded?’ she finished for him. Didn’t take skill with the runes to see that coming, Whirrun must’ve said the same words a dozen times since they left Carleon. Enough for everyone to get somewhat tired of it.
‘Blooded,’ echoed Whirrun, voice full of portent.
Wonderful gave Craw a look. ‘You ever think, Whirrun of Bligh, you might take yourself a touch too serious?’
He tipped his head back and stared up into the sky. ‘I’ll laugh when I hear something funny.’
Craw felt Yon’s hand on his shoulder. ‘A word, Chief?’
‘Course,’ with a grin that took some effort.
He guided Craw away from the others a few steps and spoke soft, the same words he always did before a fight. ‘If I die down there—’
‘No one’s dying today,’ snapped Craw, the same words he always used in reply.
‘So you said last time, ’fore we buried Jutlan.’ That drove Craw’s mood another rung down the ladder into the bog. ‘No one’s fault, we do a dangerous style o’ work and all know it. Chances are good I’ll live through, but all I’m saying is, if I don’t—’
‘I’ll stop by your children, and take ’em your share, and tell them what you were.’
‘That’s right. And?’
‘And I won’t dress it up any.’
‘Right, then.’ Jolly Yon didn’t smile, of course. Craw had known him years and hadn’t seen him smile more’n a dozen times, and even then when it was least expected. But he nodded, satisfied. ‘Right. No man I’d rather give the task to.’
Craw nodded back. ‘Good. Great.’ No task he wanted less. As Yon walked off, he muttered to himself. ‘Always the fool jobs …’
It went pretty much just like Craw planned. He wouldn’t have called it the first time ever, but it was a pleasant surprise, that was sure. The six of them lay still and silent on the rise, followed the little movements of leaf and branch that marked Never creeping towards that crap-arse of a village. It looked no better the closer you got to it. Things rarely did, in Craw’s experience. He chewed at his nails some more, saw Never kneel in the bushes across the stream from the north gate, nocking an arrow and drawing the string. It was hard to tell from this range, but it looked like he still had that knowing little grin even now.
He loosed his shaft and Craw thought it clicked into one of the logs that made the fence. Faint shouting drifted on the wind. A couple of arrows wobbled back the other way, vanished into the trees as Never turned and scuttled off, lost in the brush. Craw heard some kind of a drum beating, more shouting, then men started to hurry out across that bridge, weapons of rough iron clutched in their hands, some dragging furs or boots on still. Perhaps three dozen, all told. A neat piece of work. Provided Never got away, of course.
Yon shook his head as he watched a good chunk of the Fox Clan shambling over their bridge and into the trees. ‘Amazing, ain’t it? I never quite get used to just how fucking stupid people are.’
‘Always a mistake to overestimate the bastards,’ whispered Craw. ‘Good thing we’re the cleverest crew in the Circle of the World, eh? So could we have no fuck-ups today, if you please?’
‘I won’t if you won’t, Chief,’ muttered Wonderful.
‘Huh.’ If only he could make that promise. Craw tapped Scorry on his shoulder and pointed down into the village.
Whirrun bared his teeth at her. ‘That’s what these are for.’
‘Don’t you ever sharpen it?’ asked Craw.
‘It sharpens me.’
‘Right. Right y’are.’ He hoped Whirrun was as good with that great big blade as he was supposed to be, ’cause he surely brought nothing to the table as a conversationalist.
‘Besides, to sharpen it you’d have to draw it,’ said Wonderful, winking at Craw with the eye Whirrun couldn’t see.
‘True.’ Whirrun’s eyes slid up to her face. ‘And once the Father of Swords is drawn, it cannot be sheathed without—’
‘Being blooded?’ she finished for him. Didn’t take skill with the runes to see that coming, Whirrun must’ve said the same words a dozen times since they left Carleon. Enough for everyone to get somewhat tired of it.
‘Blooded,’ echoed Whirrun, voice full of portent.
Wonderful gave Craw a look. ‘You ever think, Whirrun of Bligh, you might take yourself a touch too serious?’
He tipped his head back and stared up into the sky. ‘I’ll laugh when I hear something funny.’
Craw felt Yon’s hand on his shoulder. ‘A word, Chief?’
‘Course,’ with a grin that took some effort.
He guided Craw away from the others a few steps and spoke soft, the same words he always did before a fight. ‘If I die down there—’
‘No one’s dying today,’ snapped Craw, the same words he always used in reply.
‘So you said last time, ’fore we buried Jutlan.’ That drove Craw’s mood another rung down the ladder into the bog. ‘No one’s fault, we do a dangerous style o’ work and all know it. Chances are good I’ll live through, but all I’m saying is, if I don’t—’
‘I’ll stop by your children, and take ’em your share, and tell them what you were.’
‘That’s right. And?’
‘And I won’t dress it up any.’
‘Right, then.’ Jolly Yon didn’t smile, of course. Craw had known him years and hadn’t seen him smile more’n a dozen times, and even then when it was least expected. But he nodded, satisfied. ‘Right. No man I’d rather give the task to.’
Craw nodded back. ‘Good. Great.’ No task he wanted less. As Yon walked off, he muttered to himself. ‘Always the fool jobs …’
It went pretty much just like Craw planned. He wouldn’t have called it the first time ever, but it was a pleasant surprise, that was sure. The six of them lay still and silent on the rise, followed the little movements of leaf and branch that marked Never creeping towards that crap-arse of a village. It looked no better the closer you got to it. Things rarely did, in Craw’s experience. He chewed at his nails some more, saw Never kneel in the bushes across the stream from the north gate, nocking an arrow and drawing the string. It was hard to tell from this range, but it looked like he still had that knowing little grin even now.
He loosed his shaft and Craw thought it clicked into one of the logs that made the fence. Faint shouting drifted on the wind. A couple of arrows wobbled back the other way, vanished into the trees as Never turned and scuttled off, lost in the brush. Craw heard some kind of a drum beating, more shouting, then men started to hurry out across that bridge, weapons of rough iron clutched in their hands, some dragging furs or boots on still. Perhaps three dozen, all told. A neat piece of work. Provided Never got away, of course.
Yon shook his head as he watched a good chunk of the Fox Clan shambling over their bridge and into the trees. ‘Amazing, ain’t it? I never quite get used to just how fucking stupid people are.’
‘Always a mistake to overestimate the bastards,’ whispered Craw. ‘Good thing we’re the cleverest crew in the Circle of the World, eh? So could we have no fuck-ups today, if you please?’
‘I won’t if you won’t, Chief,’ muttered Wonderful.
‘Huh.’ If only he could make that promise. Craw tapped Scorry on his shoulder and pointed down into the village.
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