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.One of the others was shorter and thinner than the man he sought.He took Bors with a vicious throat swing, then gutted the short man, shoving a rag into his mouth before he could scream.The third man didn't react in time to do anything.A sword tip rested at his adam's apple the instant it took the stranger to decide he wasn't the man.Then he died.The stranger shrugged.He would have to visit the castle after all.But first he lighted his lamp and studied the dead men.He found nothing unusual.Why would they commit murder for no more excuse than he had given?He dressed in his new winter boots and coat, donned his greatcloak, sheathed his freshly cleaned sword.Bors' wife waited in the common room.The stranger's dark eyes met hers.There was no pity in his."I'll be leaving early.I have a refund coming."Terror restructured her face.She counted coins with fingers too shaky to keep hold.The stranger pushed back two."Too much." His voice was without emotion.But he couldn't resist a dramatic touch.He fished a coin from his purse."To cover the costs of damage done," he said with a hint of sarcasm.The woman stared at the coin as he slipped out the door.On one side a crown had been struck.On the reverse there were words in writing she didn't recognize.Once the door slammed she flew upstairs, tears streaming.They had been laid out neatly, side by side.On each forehead, still smoking, was a tiny crown-brand.She didn't know what it meant, but there were others in Hammerfest who had paid attention to news from the south.She would learn soon enough.She and Bors had entertained a royal guest.THIRTEEN: RegencyColonel Oryon had no idea what had happened at Karak Strabger.He did know he rode with a man possessed.His hard-faced, grim companion, closed of mouth, perpetually angry, wasn't the Ragnarson he had accompanied eastward.This Ragnarson was an avenger, a death-Messiah.There was the feel of doom, of destiny, about him.Oryon watched him punish his mount, and was afraid.If this man didn't mellow he could set a continent aflame.He knew no pain, needed no comforts, wanted no rest.He plunged on till Oryon, who prided himself on his toughness, could no longer stand the pace.And still he rode, leaving his companions at an inn ten miles from Vorgreberg."Derel!" he roared through the Palace, as he stalked toward his office."Prataxis! You south coast faggot! Where the hell are you? Get your useless ass up here on the double."Prataxis materialized, partially dressed."Sir?""The Thing.I want it assembled.Now.""Sir? It's the middle of the night.""I don't give a damn! Get those sons of bitches down there in two hours.Or they'll find out what it was like in the old days.We never threw out the hardware from the dungeons.And if you don't get it done yesterday, you'll be first in line.""What's happened, sir?"Ragnarson mellowed a little."Yes, something happened.And I've got to do something about it before the whole damned house of cards falls in on us.Go on.Go, go, go." He waved a hand like a baker sending his boy into the streets, all rage gone."I'll explain later."He had arrived ahead of the news.And would stay ahead unless Oryon learned something, or Ragnar shot his mouth off.Ragnar had promised to say nothing, even to the ghost of hismother.Gjerdrum and Wachtel would keep everyone else locked up in Karak Strabger."Before I leave," Prataxis said, "there's a woman in town looking for you.She showed up the day after you left.""A woman? Who?""She wouldn't say.She gave the impression she was very friendly with bin Yousif.""Haroun? About time we heard from that.No.I won't say that.I think I understand him now.Go on.I'll see her after I talk to the Thing.H ow many of those bastards are in town, anyway?""Most of them.It's getting close to Victory Day and time to debate the Guild appropriations.They don't want to miss that.""That won't be a problem anymore.I told Oryon to pack his bags.We'll pay them off.Thanks to you, Derel.You'll be rewarded.""Service is my reward, Marshall.""Bullshit.About two hundred Rebsamen dons fawning at your feet after you publish your thesis is what you're thinking about.You get the look a thief does when he sees loose gold whenever you talk about it.""As you say, Lord.""Get out of here.Wait! Before you go, send for Ahring, Blackfang, and Valther.""The Queen, sir.She.?""Derel, don't even think about her.If they ask, say I need a vote of confidence on my army alert."Blackfang and Valther arrived together."How're the kids, Haaken?" Bragi asked."Upset.You should see them.""As soon as I can.Valther, you get anything yet?""Not a whisper.But there's a woman here.""Derel told me.Who is she?""Won't say.It looks like she wants us to think she's bin Yousif's wife.""Wife? Haroun doesn't have.Well, he never admitted it.But Mocker thought he might.That'd be his style.They keep their women locked up in Hammad al Nakir.And he wouldn't want El Murid to know.Not after killing his son, crippling his wife, and masterminding the kidnapping of his daughter.Yeah.He might have a wife.But I don't think she'd turn up here.""I'm watching her," Valther told him."And I'm backtracking her.I put a girl into her hostel.She's just waiting for you.""Good.Haaken, send messengers to Kildragon and AI-tenkirk.I want their shock battalions moved here.""Fiana.?""Yes.Derel's getting the Thing together.I want to invoke martial law as soon as we're in session.Keep the Guild troops confined to barracks.Got that, Jarl?" he asked Ahring, who had just arrived."Uhm.Case Wolfhound?" Wolfhound was a contingency plan drawn up years ago, at Fiana's direction."Yes.Oh.Valther.Another problem for you.I met an innkeeper in Forbeck who said there's been men like our assassins going back and forth through the Gap.A gang went east right ahead of me.Catch a couple.""And Maisak?""Better put somebody in."The Savernake Gap, only good pass to the east for hundreds of miles north or south, controlled all commerce between east and west.Because Kavelin controlled the Gap, the kingdom and Gap-defending Fortress Maisak were constantly the focus of intrigue.Shinsan's plot to seize the Gap had been the root cause of Kavelin's civil war."You're spreading me awful thin," Valther complained."I'll try not to dump anything else on you.Wish Mocker was here.This's his kind of job.Anything on that yet?""I came up with a Marena Dimura who saw him with three men in Ulhmansiek.""Ah?""But the men are dead.""What?""My man asked the Marena Dimura to describe them.Instead, he showed my man their graves.Two of them, and that of a man who wasn't with them originally.He's a good man, that Tendrik.Dug them up.""And?""He identified one as Sir Keren of Sincic, a Nordmen knight who disappeared at the right time, and another as Bela Jokai, the battalion commander who vanished with Balfour.Judging from the size of the third body, and from the list of friends of Sir Keren who're missing, the other one was probably Trenice Lazen.He was Keren's esquire, but had connections with the underworld.He and Keren ran a little swords-for-hire business.They were riding with that one-eyed Rico creature who sometimes worked for El Murid's people.""Any sign of him? Or Mocker? Or Balfour?""No.The Marena Dimura down there aren't very friendly.Tendrik thinks it went something like this: Keren, Lazen, and Rico were taking Mocker to Al Rhemish.Jokai and Balfour waylaid them.They fought.Rico turned out to be Balfour's man.They killed Keren and Lazen, and lost Jokai, then made off with Mocker." "End of story?""Apparently.Not a trace after that.I've got the word out on what's left of the merchant network, but that hasn't turned up anything.And the Guild still wants to know what happened, so they aren't having any luck either [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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