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Bauchelain strode to stand opposite Gruntle, but his flat grey eyes were focused on the dark city beyond ’Extraordinary,’ he breathed ’This -- this is a place I could call hoh was harsh ’You think so? There are Tiste Andii there, now More, it is now a part of the Malazan Empire Do you believe that either will tolerate your friend’s hobbies?’
’He’s right,’ Korbal Broach whined froe ’I won’t have any fun there’
Bauchelain smiled ’Ah, but Korbal, think of all the fresh corpses And look to this field below K’Chain Che’Malle, already conveniently dish ue, to build an entire estate’
Gruntle watched Korbal Broach suddenly sain, please
’Now, barbed Captain,’ Bauchelain said, ’kindly remove yourself from our path But first, if you would be so kind, a question for you’
’What?’
’I have but recently received a note Terrible penmanship, and worse, written on bark It would seem that a certain Jib Bole and his brothers wish to pay ood sirs? If so, perhaps so them …’
Gruntle smiled ’Wear your best, Bauchelain’
’Ah Thank you, Captain And now, if you would …’
With a wave, Gruntle resu the road
The Grey Swords had established a te barrow that had already acquired the naed bands of Tenescowri, eed froating around the camp Word of Anaster’s rebirth had spread, and with it the promise of salvation
Recruito back to what they had once been They, too, need to be reborn The stranger within Anaster -- this new Mortal Sword of Togg and Fanderay -- has much to do
Time had come for Gruntle to take the man’s measure He’ll likely prove a better Mortal Sword than I aly horse Aye, I’m ready to hate the bastard, I ad his horse through the decrepit ca up on all sides, touching hi a half-dozen paces behind walked the Destriant, and Gruntle could feel healing sorcery swirling out froun
Anaster finally rode clear of the camp His lone eye noted Gruntle and the man reined in, waited for the Daru
He spoke before Gruntle had a chance to do the same, ’You’re Gruntle, Trake’s Mortal Sword The Destriant has told lanced back at the Tenescoho hung back, within their encae was so man dismounted ’The Shield Anvil insisted I res ’Muchlike a Wickan’<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>