Chapters (54)
- Contents
- PART I
- The Great Leveller
- Best Laid Plans
- Questions
- The Wounds of the Past
- The Condition of the Defences
- The Tiling About Trust
- Allies
- Campfire Politics
- Small Crimes
- Rain
- Bloody Company
- Long Shadows
- And Next… My Gold
- Fear
- One Hundred Words
- The Blind Lead the Blind
- Prince Ladisla's Stratagem
- Until Sunset
- Long Odds
- The Road to Victory
- Necessary Evils
- Among the Stones
- The Fruits of Boldness
- One for Dinner
- One of Them
- PART II
- Heading North
- Scant Mercy
- So This is Pain
- One Step at a Time
- The Rest is Wasted Breath
- A Matter of Time
- Scars
- Furious
- To the Last Man
- Jewel of Cities
- Luck
- Beneath the Ruins
- No Good for Each Other
- The Hero's Welcome
- Cold Comfort
- The High Places
- Coming Over
- Cheap at the Price
- To the Edge of the World
- Before the Storm
- Questions
- Holding the Line
- A Fitting Punishment
- The Abode of Stones
- Back to the Mud
- Acknowledgments
He rolled the shining little pebbles around with a finger-tip, lost in thought. But so much spending in so little time could raise questions. My faithful servant Practical Vitari would be curious, and she would make my noble master the Arch Lector curious. One day I beg for money, the next I spend it as if it burns? I was forced to borrow, your Eminence. Indeed? How much? No more than a million marks. Indeed? And who would lend such a sum? Why, our old friends at the banking house of Valint and Balk, your Eminence, in return for unspecified favours, which they might call in at any moment. Of course, my loyalty is still beyond question. You understand, don't you? I mean to say, it's only a fortune in jewels. Body found floating by the docks…
He pushed his hand absently through the cold, hard, glittering stones, and they tickled pleasantly at the skin between his fingers. Pleasant, but perilous. We must still tread carefully. More carefully than ever…
Fear
Fear
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It was a long way to the edge of the World, of that there could be no doubt. A long, and a lonely, and a nervous way. The sight of the corpses on the plain had worried everyone. The passing riders had made matters worse. The discomforts of the journey had in no way diminished. Jezal was still constantly hungry, usually too cold, often wet through, and would probably be saddle-sore for the rest of his days. Every night he stretched out on the hard and lumpy ground, dozed and dreamed of home, only to wake to the pale morning more tired and aching than when he lay down. His skin crawled, and chafed, and stung with the unfamiliar feeling of dirt, and he was forced to admit that he had begun to smell almost as vile as the others. It was enough, altogether, to make a civilised man run mad, and now, to add to all of this, there was the constant nagging of danger.
From that point of view, the terrain was not on Jezal's side. Hoping to shake off any pursuers, Bayaz had ordered them away from the river a few days earlier. The ancient road wound now through deep scars in the plain, through rocky gullies, through shadowy gorges, alongside chattering streams in deep valleys.