What if Raven got caught？ Would the Inquisitors make him talk？ Bullock could make a stone sing。
He watched his mother all next morning。 She did not speak except in monosyllables； but that was her custom。
Raven appeared shortly after noon。 〃Tea and a bowl of porridge； Shed。〃 When he paid； he did not shove copper across the counter。
Shed's eye widened。 Ten silver leva lay before him。 Ten？ For one dead old man？ That was a third？ And Raven had done this before？ He must be rich。 Shed's palms grew moist。 His mind howled after potential crimes。
〃Shed？〃 Raven said softly when he delivered the tea and porridge。 〃Don't even think about it。〃
〃What？〃
〃Don't think what you're thinking。 You would end up in the wagon。〃
Darling scowled at them from the kitchen doorway。 For a moment Raven seemed embarrassed。
Shed slunk into the hostel where Krage held court。 From the outside the place was as crummy as the Lily。 Timidly； he looked for Count； tried to ignore Asa。 Count would not torment him for fun。 〃Count； I need to see Krage。〃 Count opened big brown cow eyes。 〃Why？〃
〃I brought him some money。 On account。〃 Count heaved himself upright。 〃All right。 Wait here。〃
He stalked off。
Asa sidled up。 〃Where'd you get the money。 Shed？〃
〃Where do you get yours； Asa？〃 Asa did not answer。
〃It isn't polite to ask。 Mind your own business or stay away from me。〃
〃Shed； I thought we were friends。〃
〃I tried to be friends； Asa。 I even let you have a place to sleep。 And as soon as you hooked up with Krage。 。。。〃
A shadow crossed Asa's face。 〃I'm sorry； Shed。 You know me。 I don't think so fast。 I do dumb things。〃
Shed snorted。 So Asa had e to the inevitable conclusion： Krage would dump him once he settled with Raven。
Shed was tempted to betray Raven。 The man had to have a fortune hidden。 But he was afraid of a thousand things； and his guest stood at the top of the list。
Asa said； 〃I found a way to get deadwood from the Enclosure。〃 His face brightened in pathetic appeal。 〃Mostly pine； but it's wood。〃
〃The Enclosure？〃
〃It's not illegal； Shed。 It keeps the Enclosure cleaned up。〃
Shed scowled righteously。
〃Shed； it's less wrong than going through somebody's。 。。。〃
Shed controlled his anger。 He needed allies inside the enemy camp。 〃Firewood could be like money； Asa。 No provenance。〃
Asa smiled fawningly。 〃Thanks； Shed。〃
Count called； 〃Shed。〃
Shed shook as he crossed the room。 Krage's men smirked。
This wouldn't work。 Krage wouldn't listen。 He was going to throw his money away。
〃Count says you've got something to give me on account；〃 Krage said。
〃Uhm。〃 Krage's den could have been ripped whole from a mansion high up the wall of the valley。 Shed was stunned。
〃Stop gawking and get on with it。 You'd better not give me a handful of copper and beg for an extension； either。 Picked a warm doorway yet？ Your payments are a joke； Shed。〃
〃No joke。 Mr。 Krage。 Honest。 I can pay over half of it。〃
Krage's eyebrows rose。 〃Interesting。〃 Shed laid nine silver leva before him。 〃Very interesting。〃 He fixed Shed with a penetrating stare。
Shed stammered； 〃That's over half； counting interest。 I hoped maybe seeing as how that would put me ahead。 。。。〃
〃Quiet。〃 Shed shut up。 〃You think I should forget what happened？〃
〃That wasn't my fault； Mr。 Krage。 I didn't tell him to。 。。。 You don't know what Raven is like。〃
〃Shut up。〃 Krage stared at the coins。 〃Maybe something can be arranged。 I know you didn't put him up to it。 You don't have the guts。〃
Shed stared at the floor； unable to deny his cowardice。 〃Okay； Shed。 You're a regular client。 Back to the regular schedule。〃 He eyed the money。 〃You're ahead three weeks； looks like。〃
〃Thank you； Mr。 Krage。 Really。 You don't know how much this means。 。。。〃
〃Shut up。 I know exactly what it means。 Get out。 Start getting another payment together。 This is your last reprieve。〃
〃Yes。 sir。〃 Shed retreated。 Count opened the door。
〃Shed！ I may want something sometime。 A favor for a favor。 Understand？〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃All right。 Go。〃
Shed left； a sinking feeling replacing relief。 Krage would make him help get Raven。 He almost wept as he tramped homeward。 It never got any better。 He was always in a trap。
Chapter Ten： TALLY TURNAROUND
Tome was typical of towns we had garrisoned recently。 Small； dirty； boring。 One wondered why the Lady bothered。 What use were these remote provinces？ Did she insist they bend the knee merely to puff her ego？ There was nothing here worth having； unless it was power over the natives。
Even they viewed their country with a certain contempt。
The presence of the Black pany strained the resources of the area。 Within a week the Captain started talking about shifting a pany to Heart and billeting smaller units in the villages。 Our patrols seldom encountered the Rebel； even when our wizards helped hunt。 The engagement at Madle's had all but eliminated the infestation。
The Lady's spies told us the few mitted Rebels left had fled into Tambor； an even bleaker kingdom to the northeast。 I supposed Tambor would be our next mission。
I was scribbling away at these Annals one day； when I decided I needed an estimate of the mileage we'd covered in our progression eastward。 I was appalled to learn the truth。 Tome was two thousand miles east of Charm！ Far beyond the bounds of the empire as it had existed six years ago。 The great bloody conquests of the Taken Whisper had established a border arc just this side of the Plain of Fear。 I ran down the line of city…states forming that forgotten frontier。 Frost and Ade； Thud and Barns； and Rust； where the Rebel had defied the Lady successfully for years。 Huge cities all； formidable； and the last such we had seen。
I still shuddered； recalling the Plain of Fear。
We crossed it under the aegis of Whisper and Feather； two of the Taken； the Lady's black apprentices； both sorceresses orders of magnitude above our three puny wizards。 Even so； and traveling with entire armies of the Lady's regulars； we suffered there。 It is a hostile； bitter land where none of the normal rules apply。 Rocks speak and whales fly。 Coral grows in the desert。 Trees walk。 And the inhabitants are the strangest of all。 。 。 。 But that is neither here nor there。 Just a nightmare from the past。 A nightmare that haunts me still； when the screams of Cougar and Fleet e echoing down the corridors of time； and once again I can do nothing to save them。
〃What's the trouble？〃 Elmo asked； slipping the map from beneath my fingers； cocking his head sideways。 〃Look like you saw a ghost。〃
〃Just remembering the Plain of Fear。〃
〃Oh。 Yeah。 Well； buck up。 Have a beer。〃 He slapped my back。 〃Hey！ Kingpin！ Where the hell you been？〃 He charged away； in pursuit of the pany's leading malingerer。
One…Eye arrived a moment later； startling me。 〃How's Goblin？〃 he asked softly。 There had been no intercourse between them since Madle's。 He eyed the map。 〃The Empty Hills？ Interesting name。〃
〃Also called the Hollow Hills。 He's all right。 Why don't you check him out？〃
〃What the hell for？ He was the one who acted the ass。 Can't take a little joke。 。。。〃
〃Your jokes get a bit rough； One…Eye。〃
〃Yeah。 Maybe。 Tell you what。 You e with me。〃
〃Got to prepare my reading。〃 One night a month the Captain expects me to exhort the troops with a reading from the Annals。 So we'll know where we came from； so we'll recall our ancestors in the outfit。 Once that meant a lot。 The Black pany。 Last of the Free panies of Khatovar。 All brethren。 Tight。 Great esprit。 Us against the world； and let the world watch out。 But the something that had manifested itself in Goblin's behavior； in the low…grade depression of Elmo and others； was affecting everybody。 The pieces were ing unglued。
I had to pick a good reading。 From a time when the pany had its back against the wall and survived only by clinging to its traditional virtues。 There have been many such moments in four hundred years。 I wanted one recorded by one of the more inspired Annalists； one with the fire of a White Rose revivalist speaking to potential recruits。 Maybe I needed a series； one that I could read several nights running。
〃Crap；〃 One…Eye said。 〃You know those books by heart。 Always got your nose in them。 Anyway； you could fake the whole thing and nobody would know the difference。〃
〃Probably。 And nobody would care if I did。 It's going sour； old…timer。 Right。 Let's go see Goblin。〃
Maybe the Annals needed a rereading on a different level。 Maybe I was treating symptoms。 The Annals have a certain mystic quality； for me。 Maybe I could identify the disease by immersing myself； hunting something between the lines。
Goblin and Silent were playing no…hands mumbletypeg。 I'll say this for our three spook…pushers： They aren't great； but they keep their talents polished。 Goblin was ahead on points。 He was in a good mood。 He even nodded to One…Eye。
So。 It was over。 The stopper could be put into the bottle。 One…Eye just had to say the right thing。
To my amazement； he even apologized。 By sign； Silent suggested we get out and let them