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Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights. Purchase only authorized editions. AP75 '. Always the ravens. They settled on the gables of the church even before the injured became the dead.

Even before Rike had finished taking fingers from hands, and rings from fingers.


I leaned back against the gallowspost and nodded to the birds, a dozen of them in a black line, wise-eyed and watching. The town-square ran red. Blood in the gutters, blood on the flagstones, blood in the fountain.

The corpses posed as corpses do. Some comical, reaching for the sky with missing fingers, some peaceful, coiled about their wounds. Flies rose above the wounded as they struggled. This way and that, some blind, some sly, all betrayed by their buzzing entourage. Strange, it's killing that gives me a thirst.

And that was Mabberton. Two hundred dead farmers lying with their scythes and axes. You know, I warned them that we do this for a living. I said it to their leader, Bovid Tor.

I gave them that chance, I always do. But no. They wanted blood and slaughter.

And they got it. War, my friends, is a thing of beauty. Those as says otherwise are losing. If I'd bothered to go over to old Bovid, propped up against the fountain with his guts in his lap, he'd probably take a contrary view. But look where disagreeing got him. He came to me, holding out his takings, as if it was my fault.

One gold ring. A whole village and one fecking gold ring. I'd like to set the bastards up and knock 'em down again. Fecking bog-farmers.

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I held his eye. There's more than one kind of gold in Mabberton. His cursing stole the magic from the scene; besides, I had to be stern with him. Rike was always on the edge after a battle, wanting more.

I gave him a look that told him I had more. More than he could handle. He grumbled, stowed his bloody ring, and thrust his knife back in his belt. Makin came up then and flung an arm about each of us, clapping gauntlet to shoulder-plate. If Makin had a skill, then smoothing things over was it.

There's treasure aplenty to be found. Makin always told jokes. He'd tell them to those as he killed, if they gave him time. Liked to see them go out with a smile.

Rike lifted his visor, treating us to his ugly face. Well, brutal more than ugly. I think the scars improved him.

I never liked his lips, too thick and fleshy, but I forgave him that, for his joking and his deathly work with that flail of his. Me, I'm going to find a farmer's daughter or three, before the others use them all up.

I watched them force the door to Bovid's place opposite the church, a fine house, high roofed with wooden slates and a little flower garden in front.

Bovid followed them with his eyes, but he couldn't turn his head. I looked at the ravens, I watched Gemt and his half-wit brother, Maical, taking heads, Maical with the cart and Gemt with the axe.

A thing of beauty, I tell you. At least to look at. I'll agree war smells bad.

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But we'd torch the place soon enough and the stink would all turn to wood-smoke. Gold rings? I needed no more payment. I went to stand before him, leaning on my sword, tired in my arms and legs all of a sudden. Brother Gemt's a-coming with his axe. It's hard to worry a man so close to the worm-feast.

Still, it irked me that he held me so lightly and called me "boy. Hiding in the cellar maybe? Old Rike will sniff them out. I don't like to get angry. It makes me angry. I don't think he caught even that. I don't think he even knew it was me that opened him up not half an hour before.

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Couldn't be more. Out by two, I would have told him, but he'd gone past hearing. The cart creaked up behind me, and Gemt came along with his axe dripping.

I'd hardly be fifteen and rousting villages. By the time fifteen came around, I'd be King! Some people are born to rub you the wrong way. Brother Gemt was born to rub the world the wrong way. All the villages burned well that summer.

Makin called it a hot bastard of a summer, too mean to give out rain, and he wasn't wrong.I think the scars improved him. Ace Publication Date: Text the Now I have many brothers, quick with knife and sword, and as evil as you please. There's no fountain, just a font that dribbles rather than sprays. Waited until all thirty-eight of my brothers gathered around, and Gemt got so red you'd think his ears would bleed.

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