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Gall swung about and raised both hands skyward, the croings attached to the forearslayers cower!’ he roared ‘The Burned Tears have begun the hunt!’

Cuttle leaned close to Strings ‘That’s one probleround One wound sewn shut, only to see another pried open’

‘Another?’ Oh Yes, true enough That Wickan Fist’s ghost keeps rearing up, again and again Poor lass

‘As if Coltaine’s legacy wasn’t already dogging her heels… if you’ll excuse the pun,’ the sapper went on ‘Still, she’s putting a brave face on it…’

No choiceStrings faced his squad ‘Collect your gear, soldiers We’ve got pickets to raise… before we eat’ At their groans he scowled ‘And consider yourselves lucky- those scouts don’t bode well for our capabilities, now, does it?’

He watched the with their own squads Cuttle grunted at the sergeant’s side ‘In case it’s slipped your mind, Fid,’ he said, loe didn’t see the bastards, either’

‘You’re right,’ Strings replied, ‘it’s slipped ain Gone’

Cuttle scratched the bristle on his heavy jaw ‘Strange, e talking about?’

‘Bhederin and boar, I think Fresh ht’

Gamet paused outside the command tent The revelry continued unabated, as the Khundryl roved through the cas of ferrimly certain that more than one bellyful of half-charred, half-raw meat had returned to the earth prematurely out beyond the fires, or would in the short time that remained before dawn

Next day’s h even five bells’ walking was likely to ht’s excesses