〃No；〃 Raven replied。 〃We've got sixteen。 I figure we can get thirty on the wagons。〃
〃Oh。 Okay。〃
〃You haul up；〃 Raven said。 〃Asa and I will go down。〃
Shed hauled。 In the silvery light of a three…quarters moon the dead faces seemed accusing。 He swallowed his loathing and placed each with the others； then emptied ums。
He was tempted to take the money and run。 He stayed more out of greed than fear of Raven。 He was a partner this time。 Thirty bodies at thirty leva meant nine hundred leva to share out。 Even if he took the small cut； he would be richer than he'd ever dreamed。
What was that？ Not Raven's order to haul away。 It sounded like someone screaming。 。。。 He nearly ran。 He did go to pieces momentarily。 Raven's bellowing brought him together。 The man's cold； calm contempt had vanished。
Shed heaved。 This one was heavy。 He grunted； strained。 。 。 。 Raven came scrambling up。 His clothing was torn。 A bloody gash marked one cheek。 His knife was red。 He whirled； grabbed the rope。 〃Pull！〃 he shouted。 〃Damn you； pull！〃
Asa came out a moment later； tied to the rope。 〃What happened？ My God； what happened？'' Asa was breathing； and that was about it。 〃Something jumped us。 It tore him up before I could kill it。〃
〃A Guardian。 I warned you。 Get another torch。 Let's see how bad he is。〃 Raven just sat there panting； flustered。 Shed got the torch； lighted it。 Asa's wounds were not as bad as he had feared。 There was a lot of blood； and Asa was in shock； but he wasn't dying。 〃We ought to get out of here； Raven。 Before the Custodians e。〃
Raven recovered his posure。 〃No。 There was only one。 I killed it。 We're in this now。 Let's get it done right。〃
〃What about Asa？〃
〃I don't know。 Let's get to work。〃
〃Raven； I'm exhausted。〃
〃You're going to get a lot tireder before we're done。 e on。 Let's get the mess cleaned up。〃
They moved the bodies to the wagons； then the tools； then carted Asa down。 As they worked the litter through the wall； Shed asked； 〃What should we do with him？〃
Raven looked at him as though he were a moron。 〃What do you think； Shed？〃
〃But。 。 。 。〃
〃It doesn't much matter now； does it？〃
〃I guess not。〃 But it did matter。 Asa wasn't much； but Shed knew him。 He was no friend； but they had helped one another out。 。 。 。
〃No。 Can't do it； Raven。 He can make it。 If I was sure he was checking out； yeah。 Okay。 No body； no questions。 But I can't kill him。〃
〃Well。 A little spirit after all。 How are you going to keep him quiet？ He's the kind who gets throats cut with loose talk。〃
〃I'll handle him。〃
〃Whatever you say； partner。 It's your neck。〃
The night was well along when they reached the black castle。 Raven went in first。 Shed followed closely。 They pulled into the same passage as before。 The drill was the same。 After they laid out the bodies； a tall； lean creature went down the line。
〃Ten。 Ten。 Thirty。 Ten。 Ten。〃 And so forth。
Raven protested vigorously。 The only offers above ten were for the men who had followed them to the Enclosure and for Asa； who remained in his wagon。
The tall being faced Raven。 〃These have been dead too long。 They have little value。 Take them back if you're not satisfied。〃
〃All right。 All right。 Let's have it。〃
The being counted out coins。 Raven pocketed six of each ten。 He handed the rest to Shed。 As he did so； he told the tall being； 〃This man is my partner。 He may e alone。〃
The tall figure inclined its head； took something from within its clothing； handed it to Shed。 It was a silver pendant in the form of serpents entwined。
〃Wear that if you e up alone；〃 Raven said。 〃That's your safe…conduct。〃 Under his icy stare Shed slipped the pendant into a pocket already filled with silver。
He ran the arithmetic。 One hundred twelve leva as his share。 It would have taken him half a decade to accumulate that much honestly。 He was rich！ Damn him； he was rich！ He could do anything he wanted。 No more debts。 No more Krage killing him slowly。 No more gruel every meal。 Turn the Lily into something decent。 Maybe find a place where his mother would have proper care。 Women。 All the women he could handle。
As he turned his wagon； he glimpsed a high chunk of wall that hadn't been there last visit。 A face stared out。 It was the face of the man he and Raven had brought in alive。 Its eyes watched him。
Chapter Fourteen： JUNIPER： DURETILE
Whisper delivered us to a broken…down castle named Duretile。 It overlooks Juniper in general and the Enclosure in specific。 For a week we had no contact with our hosts。 We had no language in mon。 Then we were graced with the presence of a thug named Bullock who spoke the languages of the Jewel Cities。
Bullock was some kind of enforcer for the local religion。 Which I could not figure out at all。 It looks like a death cult at first。 Look again and you find death or the dead not worshipped but revered； with bodies fanatically preserved against some millennial revival。 The whole character of Juniper is shaped by this； except for the Buskin； where life has so many concerns more vital than the welfare of the dead。
I took an instant dislike to Bullock。 He struck me as violence…prone and sadistic； a policeman who would solve his cases with a truncheon。 He would survive when the Lady annexed Juniper。 Her military governors have a need for his ilk。
I expected annexation to occur within days of the Captain's arrival。 We'd have it scoped out before he got here。 One word from Charm would do it。 I saw no indication the Duke's people could stop it。
As soon as Feather and Whisper had all our people in； including translators； Bullock； the Duke himself； and a man named Hargadon； who was senior Custodian of the Dead； meaning he ran the Catabs where bodies were stored… they led us into the bitter cold atop Duretile's north wall。 The Duke extended an arm。 〃That fortress over there is why I asked for help。〃
I looked at it and shuddered。 There was something creepy about the place。
〃We call it the black castle；〃 he said。 〃It's been there for centuries。〃 And then he gave us a chunk almost too big to swallow。 〃It started out as a little black rock lying beside a dead man。 The man who found them tried to pick the rock up。 He died。 And the rock started growing。 It's been growing ever since。 Our ancestors experimented on it。 They attacked it。 Nothing harmed it。 Anybody who touched it died。 For the sake of their sanity； they decided to ignore it。〃
I shaded my eyes； stared at the castle。 Not that unusual； from Duretile； except it was black and gave me the creeps。
The Duke continued； 〃For centuries it hardly grew。 It's only a few generations since it stopped looking like a rock。〃 He got a haunted look。 〃They say there are things living inside there。〃
I smiled。 What did he expect？ A fortress exists to surround something； whether built or grown。
Hargadon assumed the narrative。 He had been in his job too long。 He'd developed an official's pompous style。 〃For the last several years it's grown damned fast。 The Custodial Office became concerned when we heard rumors … out of the Buskin； so unreliable to be sure … saying the creatures inside were buying cadavers。 The accuracy of those rumors remains a source of heated debate within the Office。 However； no one can deny that we're not getting enough corpses out of the Buskin these days。 Our street patrols collect fewer than they did ten years ago。 Times are leaner now。 The street poor are more numerous。 More should be expiring of exposure。〃 A real sweetheart； this Hargadon。 He sounded like a manufacturer whining because his profit margin was down。 He continued； 〃It's been hypothesized that the castle may soon be beyond a need to purchase bodies … if it is at all。 I'm not convinced。〃 Came down squarely on both sides of a question； too。 That's my boy。 〃Its occupants may bee numerous enough to e take what they want。〃
Elmo asked； 〃You think people are selling bodies； why don't you grab them and make them talk？〃
Time for the policeman to enter his bit。 Bullock said； 〃We can't catch them。〃 He had a but…if…they'd…let…me…do…it…my…way tone。 〃It's happening down in the Buskin； you see。 It's another world down there。 You don't find out much if you're an outsider。〃
Whisper and Feather stood a bit apart； examining the black castle。 Their faces were grim。
The Duke wanted something for nothing。 In essence； he wanted to stop worrying about that fortress。 He said we could do whatever it took to eliminate his worry。 Only we'd have to do it his way。 Like he wanted us to stay inside Duretile while his men and Hargadon's acted as our eyes； ears and hands。 He was afraid of repercussions our presence could cause if known。
A few Rebel fugitives had e to Juniper after their defeat at Charm。 The Lady was known here； though little considered。 The Duke feared the refugees would incite trouble if he was suspected of collaborating。
In some ways he was an ideal overlord。 All he wanted from his people was to be left alone。 He was willing to grant the same favor。
So； for a while； we stayed tucked away … till Whisper became irritated by the quality of information we were given。
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