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Black Company.
"How much did you get?"
I talked about the Rebel plan for a thrust through Lords, and about what
Whisper's presence implied.
He chuckled. "The old documents, Croaker. Tell me about the old documents."
I was sweating. The softer, the more gentle he became, the more I felt I had
to fear. "The old wizard. The one who wakened you all. Some of them were his
papers." Damn. I knew I had stuck my foot in my mouth before I finished. Raven
was the only man in the Company who could have identified Bomanz's papers as
his.
Soulcatcher chuckled, gave me a comradely shoulder slap. "I thought so,
Croaker. I wasn't sure, but I thought so. I didn't think you could resist
telling Raven."
I did not respond. I wanted to lie, but he knew.
"You couldn't have known any other way. You told him about the references to
the Limper's true name, so he just had to read everything he could. Right?"
Still I kept my peace. It was true, though my motives had not been wholly
brotherly. Raven has his scores to settle, but Limper wants all of us.
The most jealously guarded secret of any wizard, of course, is his true name.
An enemy armed with that can stab through any magic or illusion straight to
the heart of the soul.
"You only guessed at the magnitude of what you found, Croaker. Even I can only
guess. But what will come of it is predictable. The biggest disaster ever for
Rebel arms, and a lot of rattling and shaking among the Ten." He slapped my
shoulder again. "You've made me the second most powerful person in the Empire.
The Lady knows all our true names. Now I know three of the others, and I've
gotten my own back."
No wonder he was effusive. He had ducked an arrow he had not known was coming,
and had lucked onto a stranglehold on the Limper at the same time. He had
stumbled over a rainbow pot of power.
"But Whisper...."
"Whisper will have to go." The voice he used was deep and chill. It was the
voice of an assassin, a voice accustomed to pronouncing death sentences.
"Whisper has to die fast. Otherwise nothing is gained."
"Suppose she told someone else?"
"She didn't. Oh, no. I know Whisper. I fought her at Rust before the Lady sent
me to Beryl. I fought her at Were. I chased her through the talking menhirs
upon the Plain of Fear. I know Whisper. She's a genius, but she's a loner. Had
she lived during the first era, the Dominator would have made her one of his
own. She serves the White Rose, but her heart is as black as the night of
Hell."
"That sounds like the whole Circle to me."
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Catcher laughed. "Yes. Every one a hypocrite. But there isn't a one like
Whisper. This is incredible, Croaker. How did she unearth so many secrets? How
did she get my name? I had it hidden perfectly. I admire her. Truly. Such
genius. Such audacity. A strike through Lords, across the Windy Country, and
up the Stair of Tear. Incredible. Impossible. And it would have worked but for
the accident of the Black Company, and you. You'll be rewarded. I guarantee
it. But enough of this. I've got work to do. Nightcrawler needs this
information. The Lady has to see these papers."
"I hope you're right," I grumbled. "Kick ass, then take a break. I'm worn out.
We've been humping and fighting for a year."
Dumb remark, Croaker. I felt the chill of the frown inside the black morion.
How long had Soulcatcher been humping and fighting? An age. "You go on now,"
he told me. "I'll talk to you and Raven later." Cold, cold voice. I got the
hell out of there.
It was all over in Lords when we got there. Nightcrawler had moved fast and
had hit hard. You could not go anywhere without finding Rebels hanging from
the trees and lampposts. The Company went into barracks expecting a quiet,
boring winter, and a spring spent chasing Rebel leftovers back to the great
northern forests.
Ah, it was a sweet illusion while it lasted.
"Tonk!" I said, slapping down five face cards given me on the deal. "Ha!
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