That demand came down from eighty feet above. She looked like she was sick or drunk or asleep when he finished. He wrapped her in blankets and propped her in a corner. The coachman had no trouble getting her into his vehicle. Any abuse she had suffered was not obvious. The rain had freshened the water, so her brief immersion did not gift her with the sewer perfume she might have acquired on another night. He pulled the girl from the canal carefully.
Momentum brought it to the surface where the coachman waited. He now held that tool like it was a pole arm.Ī corpse made a small plop as it hit the water. He assumed a stiff parade rest at the canal’s edge, but after a brief wait he turned, opened the coach door, and retrieved a boat hook. A waste chute debouched into the canal just yards upstream from the coach. The black coach stopped, its right side wheels a yard from an unguarded drop-off into a moatlike canal that existed to carry off wastes rather than to present a defensive barrier. It was not yet late enough in the season for many insects. A hint of corrupting flesh tainted the air of imperial Dusk. The air was still and nearly chill now that the rain had gone away. No light shone anywhere from that fortress. A sliver of moon winked at the world from behind straggler wisps of cloud, silhouetting the grim spires of Grendirft. However, Croaker doesn't trust any of the Taken, especially not ones that look so much like The Lady and her sister.The night was silent but for the clop of hooves on wet cobblestones. Now, he and the company are being asked to seek the aid of their newest member, Mischievous Rain, to break a rebel army. The one person who was taken into The Lady's Tower and returned unchanged has earned the special interest of the court of sorcerers known as The Ten Who Were Taken. But being "The Lady's favored" is attracting the wrong kind of attention and has put a target on their backs-and the Company's historian, Croaker, has the biggest target of all. The soldiers of the Black Company don't ask questions, they get paid. Glen Cook, the father of Grimdark, returns to the Chronicles of the Black Company with a military fantasy adventure in
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