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The Adjunct shot Keneb a querying look
‘He can be da ‘As for talking with ghosts… well, the lad is, uh, strange enough for that’
The Adjunct’s sigh was heavy
Keneb’s gaze caughthis head round, to see Tene Baralta riding back in the cos Both were unshaven, their hair long and matted Their horses bore no saddles
The Fist reined in with his charges His face was dark with anger ‘Adjunct That Claw has stolen Sha’ik’s body!’
Keneb saw the wo on foot, still twenty paces distant She looked… snored Tene Baralta’s state the tcomers ‘And you are?’ she asked
The elder of the two saluted ‘Captain Kindly, Adjunct, of the Ashok Regislayer camp Lieutenant Pores and myself, that is’
Keneb started, then leaned forward on his saddle Yes, he realized, through all that filth… ‘Captain,’ he said in rough greeting
Kindly squinted, then grimaced ‘Keneb’
Tavore cleared her throat, then asked, ‘Are you two all that’s left of your regiment, Captain?’
‘No, Adjunct At least, we don’t think so-’
‘Tell et cleaned up’
‘Aye, Adjunct’
‘One slayer caesture ‘It was not a pleasant night, Adjunct’
‘You bear shackle scars’
Kindly nodded ‘Just before dawn, a couple of Bridgeburners showed up and burned out the locks’
‘What?’
The captain waved for his lieutenant to follow, said over one shoulder, ‘Don’t worry, they were already dead’
The two rode into the camp
Tavore seemed to shake herself, then faced Keneb ‘You two know each other? Will that prove problematic, Captain?’
‘No’
‘Good Then he won’t resent your proion We will follow the fleeing tribes If we have to cross this entire continent, I will see them cornered, and then I will destroy them This rebellion will be ashes on the e are done Go, Fist Keneb’
‘Aye, Adjunct’ And he gathered his reins