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They wanted to conquer. They knew they had to conquer because their master Shadowspinner would not tolerate anything less. He has a particular lack of understanding when it comes to failure. His followers are established solidly inside the city. Mild stubbornness will give them success.

But they are on the run.

Something has grabbed hold of them and convinced them that it is not possible for even their souls to survive if they stay inside Dejagore.

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The southerners seem to have just closed their eyes and shoved their heads into a beehive, dont they? What? Why so reluctant? Come see. This is amusing. Everywhere you look the southerners are falling back. Some

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You all right, Murgen? I shook my head. I felt like a kid who had spun around about twenty times, intentionally trying to make himself dizzy before jumping into some silly competition.

I was in an alley. Runt boy Goblin was beside me, looking extremely concerned. Im fine, I told him.

Then I fell to my knees, stuck my hands out to grab the alley walls so I would not spin around anymore. I insisted, Im all right.

Of course you are. Candles. Keep an eye on this dork. He tries to take over, get deaf. Hes got too tender a heart.

I tried not to let my ego become engaged. Maybe I was too tender, too much a sucker. The world sure isnt kind to the man who tries to be gentle and thoughtful.

Its spin slowed down till I no longer had to hold on. A scuffle broke out behind us. Someone cursed in a nasal, liquid tongue. Somebody else growled, This asshole is fast!

Whoa whoa whoa! I yelled. Let the man alone! Let him come up here.

Candles didnt knock me over the head or contradict me. The short, wide Nyueng Bao guy who had shown me to Ky Dams hideout marched up to me. The fingers of his right hand rubbed his right cheek. He seemed utterly astonished that somebody had laid a hand on him. His ego suffered again when he spoke in Nyueng Bao and I said, Sorry, old-timer. No speakee. Gonna got to be Taglian or Groghor with me. In Groghor, which my maternal grandmother spoke because Grandpa captured her from those people, I asked, Whats happening? I knew maybe twenty words in Groghor, but that was twenty more than anyone else within seven thousand miles.

The Speaker sends me to lead you to where the invader is most vulnerable. We have watched closely and know.

Thank you. We appreciate it. Lead on. Shifting languages, I observed, Marvellous how these guys suddenly talk the lingo when they want something. Candles grunted.

Goblin, who had sneaked forward for a look around, returned just in time to offer me directions to the same weak point the Nyueng Bao had in mind. The squat man seemed a little surprised we could find our butts with our hands, maybe even a touch disgruntled.