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.She rode into the Skybolts’ camp in a fog of weariness so deep that she could hardly do more than stick to Hellsbane’s saddle.The mare wasn’t in much better case; she shambled, rather than walked, with her head and tail down, and Kero could feel ribs under her knee instead of the firm flesh that should be there.She rode in with the rain, rain that had followed her all the way from beyond the Karsite Border.Or maybe she had been chasing a storm the entire time; she wasn’t sure.All she did know was that the rain had saved her, and continued to save her as she traveledwashing out her tracks as soon as she made them, for one thing.It also seemed as if it was keeping those supernatural spies of the Karsites from taking to the air, for another; at any rate she hadn’t felt those “eyes” on her from the moment the rain started to come down.And last of all, the mud and rain had completely exhausted her pursuers’ horses, who had none of Hellsbane’s stamina.From the exact instant when the first storm hit, she’d been able to make her soggy way across Karse virtually unhindered.She hadn’t been comfortable, in fact, she spent most of the time wet to the skin and numb with cold, but she hadn’t had to worry about becoming a guest in a Karsite prison.Her only real regret: she’d had to ride Hellsbane after the first storm slackened; that rock hadn’t broken her ankle, but it had done some damage.A bone-bruise, she thought.She wasn’t precisely a Healer, but that was what it felt like.She’d hated putting that much extra strain on the mare, but there was no help for it.Luck or the sword or some benign godlet had brought her across the border at one of the rare Menmellith borderposts.She’d introduced herself and showed her Mercenary Guild tag, and her Skybolt badge; she’d hoped for a warm meal and a dry place to sleep, but found cold comfort among the army regulars.They damn near picked me up and threw me out.Bastards.They could at least have given me a chance to dry offAt least they’d told her where the Skybolts had gone to ground; she’d ridden two days through more heavy rains to get there, so numb that she wasn’t even thinking about what she was likely to find.The camp didn’t seem much smaller; she’d feared the worst, that half or three-fourths of the Skybolts were gone.But it was much shabbier; the tents were make do and secondhand, and the banner at the sentry post was clumsily sewn with a base of what looked like had once been someone’s cloak.The rain slacked off as they reached the perimeter of the camp itself.Hellsbane halted automatically at the sentry post; the sentry was a youngster Kero didn’t recognize, probably a new recruit.He seemed very young to Kero.So new he hasn’t got the shiny rubbed off him yet.And he looked eager and a little apprehensive as he eyed her.Probably because I look like I just dragged through the ninth hell.She dragged out her Skybolt badge and waved it at him.“Scout Kerowyn,” she croaked, days and nights of being cold and wet having left her with a cough and a raspy throat.“Reporting back from the Menmellith Border.”Before the boy could answer, there was a screech from beyond the first row of tents, and a black-clad wraith shot across the camp toward her, vaulting tent ropes and the tarp-covered piles of wood beside each tent.“Kero!” Shallan screamed again, and heads popped out of some of the tents nearest the sentry post.Hellsbane was so weary she didn’t even shy; she just flicked an ear as Shallan reached them and grabbed Kero’s boot.“Kero, you’re alive!”“Of course I’m alive,” Kero coughed, slowly getting herself out of the saddle.“I feel too rotten to be dead.”By now more than heads were popping out of the tents and she and Shallan had acquired a small mob, all familiar faces Kero hadn’t realized she missed until now.They crowded around her, shoving the poor young sentry put of their way, all of them laughing (some with tears in their eyes), shouting, trying to get to Kero to hug her or kiss herit was a homecoming, the kind she’d never had.She looked around in surprise, some of her tiredness fading before their outpouring of welcome.She hadn’t known so many people felt that strongly about her, and to her embarrassment, she found herself crying, too, as she returned the embraces, the infrequent kisses, the more common back-poundings and well-meant curses.They’re family.They’re my family, more than my own blood is.This is what Tarma was trying to tell me, the way it is in a good Company; this is what makes Lerryn a good Captain.“I have to report!” she shouted over the bedlam.Shallan nodded her blonde head, and seized her elbow, wriggling with determination through the press of people.Gies showed up at Hellsbane’s bridle and waved to her before leading the mare off to the picket line.She knows himyes, she’s going, she’ll be fine.Word began to pass, and the rest parted for her when they realized what she’d said; a merc unit didn’t stand on much protocol, but what it did, it took seriously.Somewhere in the confusion someone got the bright idea that they should all meet at the mess tent; the entire mob headed in that direction, while Shallan took Kero off in the direction of the Captain’s tent.“I’ve got the legendary good news and bad news.” They slogged through mud up to their ankles, and Kero blessed Lerryn’s insistence on camp hygiene.In a morass like this, fevers and dysentery were deadly serious prospects unless a camp was kept under strict sanitary conditions.The blonde looked up as the gray sky began dripping again, scowling in distaste.“So what do you want first?”“The bad, and make it the casualties.” Kero sighed and braced herself to hear how many friends were dead or hurt beyond mending; this was the last thing she wanted to hear, but the very first she needed to know.Who am I going to be mourning tonight? she asked herself, the thought weighing down her heart the way the sticky clay weighed down her steps.“Right.” Shallan grimaced.“That’s the worst of the bad, because number one was Lerryn and number two was his second, Icolan.In fact, most of the officers didn’t make it out.It’s like every one of them had a great big target painted on his back; I’ve never seen anything like it.” She glanced over to see how Kero was taking the newsand Kero didn’t know quite what to say or do.It was just too much to take all at once.She felt stunned, as if someone had just hit her in the stomach and it hadn’t begun to hurt quite yet.Lerryn? Dear Agnethait didn’t seem possible; Lerryn was everything a good Captain had to be.There was no way he should be dead….“He? His?” she said sharply, as the sense of what she’d just heard penetrated.Shallan never worded anything by accident.“Does that mean”Shallan’s head bobbed, her short hair plastered to her scalp by the rain.“Both the women made it.The only problem is that the higher-ranked one is”“Ardana Flinteyes.” Kero took in a deep breath and held it.That was bad news for the Company, or so Kero judged, and she was fairly certain Shallan felt the same way.Ardana should by rights never have risen above the rank she’d held before the rout [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]