Chapters (102)
Too weird for me, Bucket grumbled. Goblin said, That explains why Lady scares the shit out of everybody whenever she dresses up. If they really think shes turned into this goddess.
I figure we should find out everything we can about this Kina.
Crack plan, Murgen. How? If nobody will talk? Yeah. Even the boldest Taglians threatened to get the vapors if I pressed. It was obvious that they were not just terrified of this goddess. They were scared of me, too.
One-Eye brought heartening news. This stuff about the relief force is gold, boss. Every night now Spinner is sneaking troops out through the hills like he dont think we can see them go if its dark.
Could he be giving up the siege?
The troops are all headed north. Home aint north.
I did not offer another alternative. One-Eye would not have come if he was not sure.
Of course, One-Eye being sure never meant that One-Eye was right. He was One-Eye.
I thanked him, sent him to do a small chore, found Goblin and asked him what he thought. The little wizard seemed surprised I would bother. Did One-Eye stutter or something?
No. But hes One-Eye.
Goblin could not contain his big frog grin. That made perfect sense to him.
Nobody relayed the news to Mogaba. I thought it would go easier for everybody if he didnt know. But Mogaba heard rumors, too.
Dejagore was a nightmare town filled with factions only loosely united in defiance of the besiegers. Mogabas forces were the strongest. The Jaicuri were most numerous. We Old Crew, with our auxiliaries, were less numerous and less powerful. But boy were we strong in our righteousness.
And then there were the Nyueng Bao. The Nyueng Bao remained an enigma.
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Ky Dams family occupied the same dismal, filthy, smoky, pungent hole until the deluge drove them out. The perquisites of power did not appeal to the Speaker. He had a place to get out of the rain. That was enough.
Maybe that was more than he had had back in the swamp.
He did share with a troop of descendants who stopped bickering only when the outsider came around. And then the children restrained themselves only for a while.
On successive afternoons Ky Dam summoned me to consult on trivial matters. We faced each other over tea served by the beautiful granddaughter while the children quickly lost their awe of me and resumed brawling. We traded information on friends and enemies. That fevered character in the shadows moaned and groaned.
I did not like that. He was dying. But he was taking a long, long time getting it done. Every time he cried out the beautiful one went to him. I ached in sympathy. She was so haggard.