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Prologue
Speak truth, grow still, until the water is clear between us
-Meditations Of The Tiste Andii
‘I have no na at the frayed hems of what had once been an opulent cloak Coiled and tucked into his braided belt was a length of leather leash, rotting and tattered ‘It needs a name, I think,’ he continued, voice raised to be heard above the vicious fighting of the dogs, ‘yet I find a certain failing of iination, and no one seems much interested’
The wo now at his side, to whom he companionably addressed these remarks, had but newly arrived Of her life in the ti, yet she had found herself staggering down the high street of this decrepit, strange town clutching a leash against which a foul-teed at every passerby The rotted leather had finally parted, freeing the beast to bolt forward, launching an attack upon this
The two ani to kill each other in the middle of the street, their audience none but their presuiven way to blood and tufts of hide
‘There was a garrison, once, three soldiers who didn’t know each other,’ the man said ‘But one by one they left’
‘I never owned a dog before,’ she replied, and it ith a start that she realized that these were the first words she had uttered since… well, since the time before
‘Nor I,’ ad in town Oddly enough, I never grew fond of the wretched beast’
‘How long have you… er, been here?’
‘I have no idea, but it seems like for ever’
She looked round, then nodded ‘Me too’
‘Alas, I believe your pet has died’
‘Oh! So it has’ She frowned down at the broken leash in her hand ‘I suppose I won’t be needing a new one, then’
‘Don’t be too certain of that,’ the s here Day after day But listen, you can have mine-I never use it, as you can see’
She accepted the coiled leash ‘Thank you’ She took it out to where her dead dog was lying,back towards itsa trail of blood
Prologue
Speak truth, grow still, until the water is clear between us
-Meditations Of The Tiste Andii
‘I have no na at the frayed hems of what had once been an opulent cloak Coiled and tucked into his braided belt was a length of leather leash, rotting and tattered ‘It needs a name, I think,’ he continued, voice raised to be heard above the vicious fighting of the dogs, ‘yet I find a certain failing of iination, and no one seems much interested’
The wo now at his side, to whom he companionably addressed these remarks, had but newly arrived Of her life in the ti, yet she had found herself staggering down the high street of this decrepit, strange town clutching a leash against which a foul-teed at every passerby The rotted leather had finally parted, freeing the beast to bolt forward, launching an attack upon this
The two ani to kill each other in the middle of the street, their audience none but their presuiven way to blood and tufts of hide
‘There was a garrison, once, three soldiers who didn’t know each other,’ the man said ‘But one by one they left’
‘I never owned a dog before,’ she replied, and it ith a start that she realized that these were the first words she had uttered since… well, since the time before
‘Nor I,’ ad in town Oddly enough, I never grew fond of the wretched beast’