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Calm yourself, Simna. Did I not tell you to trust me?
Shocked, the swordsman scrabbled back on hands and knees. Etjole, is it you? Are you alive?
Alive but limp. As a wet rag, like the saying goes. Lift me up, my friend. I want to see what is
happening.
Placing a hesitant arm beneath the flattened head, Simna fought down the queasiness in his gut as he
raised the soft, slightly rubbery remnant of his friend and held it where it could face their former assailants.
Having turned away from the living, Ehomba s expelled skeleton was following the envoy to the line of
waiting skeletal mounts. There the envoy swung himself up onto the bare-boned back of a once noble but
now wholly desiccated steed and reached down. Taking the proffered hand, the tall, slim skeleton that
had just walked away from its owner leaped up onto the exposed spine.
With a final salute, the grisly members of the Brotherhood turned and, passing in review in double file,
trotted away, leaving the living to their own devices. Slack as a sack of beans, Ehomba watched them
and a part of him go.
I hope it can hang on for a while. The Naumkib are not known for their horsemanship.
It wouldn t matter anyway, bruther. Simna followed the line of mounted skeletons as they disappeared
into the trees. No amount of practice could prepare one for riding saddleless astride bare bone. He
looked down at his friend. Why have you done this?
To put them off. The eyes that stared back up at him sank deeply into the limp, unsupported flesh.
Ahlitah was right. I could hear the approaching hundreds also.
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But the sky-metal sword! You could have tried to use it.
Not in a place like this. We would have died of it, the herdsman replied simply.
So we would have died. Simna s frustration came pouring out. Anything s better than living like this!
He ran an open palm down the length of his freshly pliant friend.
The fold of flesh that was Ehomba s mouth smiled. Did I not ask you to trust me?
Hoy, so you did, but to what end? Do you expect us to cross the remaining unknown country that lies
between here and Ehl-Larimar with you in this condition? And what if we were to do so, and succeed?
How will you fight this Hymneth the Possessed? Am I supposed to stand behind you and work your legs
and sword arm like some kind of mad puppeteer? I ll have none of it, I tell you! I consider myself a
brave man, but not a fool. His tone turned bitter. If there is good magic in this, I don t see it.
You will, my good friend. Lay me down easy. Take up the tiller and lines and sail us out of here.
Hunkapa! Simna exclaimed. Give me a hand and let s right this wagon. As soon as their transport
was once again resting upright on all four wheels, the swordsman proceeded to check the axles and
undercarriage. Despite the jolt it had received during the hard landing, everything appeared intact. Here,
hold him up so he can see. I have to steer.
Steer where? Gently, the shaggy hulk took the limp body of the herdsman in his massive arms, cradling
the empty but animate human envelope as easily as he would a child.
West. Where else? Settling himself in position, the swordsman tore into ropes and lines, adjusting the
sail to catch the wind that, fortuitously, continued to blow from the east. Almost immediately, the wagon
began to move. It creaked and groaned in places that previously had been silent, but nothing fell off. Very
soon, they were scooting along the increasingly bumpy track at a respectable rate of speed.
They made good progress with no more interruptions. Ahlitah hunted, bringing back rabbits and small
antelope to feed not only himself but his companions. For Ehomba there were mashed-up berries and
chopped fish. His mouth and teeth still worked, but the lack of any bony support left him unable to chew
all but the softest foods. Much to Simna s continued surprise, the herdsman seemed content. He could
not walk, but he could pull himself along the ground with his long, lean-muscled arms and kick out with
his legs. So long as he did not try to raise up any higher than his arms could push him, he did not appear
to be suffering greatly.
The swordsman marveled at his friend s stoicism. Anyone else he had ever known, upon sacrificing their
skeleton, would have lapsed into melancholy. Not Ehomba. He was positively buoyant, commending
Simna on his steering, Ahlitah on his hunting, and Hunkapa for his help and perpetual good spirits. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
