Tuesday, May 4, 2010 - "Waste," the red-bearded man scowled He was a...
"Waste," the red-bearded man scowled He was a dark, bulky presence, silhouetted against the low sunBehind him the other seven riders kept their bows leveled
Alessan said, "If waste offends you, you won't like this evening's work at allWe have nothing to give you beyond our weaponsOr our lives, if you are the sort who kill for pleasure
"Sometimes," the man named Ducas said, not raising his voiceHe sounded unsettlingly calm, Devin thought, and very much in control of his band"Will my two men die? Do you use poisoned arrows?"
Alessan's expression was contemptuous"Not even against the BarbadiansWhy? Do you?"
"Sometimes," the outlaw leader said again"Especially against the louis vuitton damier BarbadiansThese are the highlands, after all He smiled for the first time, a cold, wolfish grinDevin had a sudden sense that he wouldn't want to have this man's memories, or his dreams
Alessan said nothingIt was growing darker in the passDevin saw him glance over at Erlein, a sharp query in his faceThe wizard shook his head, a minute, almost invisible gesture"Too many," he whispered
"The grey-haired one is a wizard!" came an emphatic voice from the line beyond Ducas
A chunky, round-faced man moved his horse forward beside the leader's"Don't even think of it," he continued, looking straight at Erlein"I could block anything you tried Startled, Devin glanced at the man's hands, but at this rolex watch knock off distance it was too dark for him to see if two fingers were missingThey would have to be though
They had come upon another wizard; much good it would do them
"And precisely how long do you think it would take a Tracker to find you then?" Erlein was saying, his voice silken"With the back-spill of magic from the both of us leading to this place?"
"There are a sufficiency of arrows trained on your heart and throat," the leader interjected, "to ensure that such an event would not happenBut I confess this grows more interesting every momentAn archer and a wizard riding abroad on an Ember DayAren't you afraid of the dead? What does the boy do?"
"I'm a singer," Devin said grimly"Devin chanel quilted bag classic black d'Asoli, lately from the company of Menico di Ferraut, if that means anything to you The thing, obviously, was to keep the talk going somehowAnd he had heard stories, wishful thinking on the road, perhaps, of outlaw bands sparing musicians in exchange for a night of songSomething occurred to him: "You thought we were Barbadians, didn't you? From a distanceThat's why you laid the trapA clever singer," Ducas murmured"If not clever enough to stay indoors on an Ember DayOf course we thought you were BarbadiansWho in the eastern peninsula but Barbadians and outlaws would be abroad today? And all of the outlaws for twenty miles around are part of my band
"There are outlaws and outlaws," Alessan hermes bags said softly"But if you were hunting Barbadian mercenaries you are men with the same hearts as oursI can tell you, and I do not lie, Ducas, that if you hinder us here, or kill us, you will be giving such comfort to Barbadior, and to Ygrath, as they could not have ever dreamt of asking of you There was, not surprisingly, a silenceThe cold wind knifed into the pass, stirring the young grasses in the growing dark
"You have a rather large opinion of yourself, it appears," Ducas said at length, thoughtfully"Perhaps I should know whyI think it is time for you to tell me exactly who you are, and where you are riding at dusk on an Ember Day, and I will draw my own conclusions
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