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The documents were under the blanket with Goblin and One…Eye。
I did not expect to pull it off。 But the grim business around the collapsed building preoccupied the Guard。 They had reached the cellars。
I did get challenged at the pound gate。 Goblin used his sleep spell。 I doubted we would be remembered。 Civilians were all over； helping and hindering the rescue effort。
That was the bad news。 A few down in that cellar were still alive。
〃Goblin； you and One…Eye get our gear。 Take the kid。 Tracker and I will get the wagon。〃
All went well。 Too well； I thought； being naturally pessimistic after the way things had been going。 We put Raven in the wagon and headed south。
The moment we entered the forest One…Eye said； 〃So we've made our getaway。 Now。 About Raven？〃
I was without a single idea。 〃You call it。 How close do you have to be？〃
〃Very。〃 He saw I was thinking about getting out of the country first。 〃Darling？〃
The reminder was unnecessary。
I won't say Raven was the center of her life。 She will not discuss him except in the most general way。 But there are nights she cries herself to sleep； remembering something。 If it is for loss of Raven； we could not bring him home like this。 It would break her heart all the way。
Anyway； we needed him now。 He knew better than we what the hell was going on。
I appealed to Tracker for suggestions。 He had none。 He did not； in fact； appear pleased with what we planned。 Like he expected Raven to bee petition； or something。
〃We've got him；〃 One…Eye said； indicating Case； whom we had dragged along rather than leave dead。 〃Let's use him。〃
Good idea。
Twenty minutes later we had the wagon well off the road； up on rocks so it would not sink into the soggy earth。 One…Eye and Goblin wound spells of concealment around it and camouflaged it with brush。 We piled gear into packs； placed Raven on the litter。 Case and I carried him。 Tracker and Toadkiller Dog led us through the woods。
It could not have been more than three miles； yet I ached everywhere before we finished。 Too old。 Too out of shape。 And the weather was one…hundred…ninety…proof misery。 I had had enough rain to last me the rest of my life。 Tracker led us to a place just east of the Barrowland。 I could walk downhill a hundred yards and see its remnants。 I could walk a hundred yards the other way and see the Great Tragic。 Only the one narrow stretch of high ground barred it from reaching the Barrowland。
We got tents up and boughs inside so we did not have to sit on wet earth。 Goblin and One…Eye took the smaller tent。 The rest of us crowded into the other。 Once reasonably free of the rain； I settled down to probe the rescued documents。 First to catch my eye was an oilskin packet。 〃Case。 This the letter Raven wanted you to deliver？〃
He nodded sullenly。 He was not talking。
Poor boy。 He believed he was guilty of treason。 I hoped he wouldn't get a case of the heroics。
Well； might as well keep busy while Goblin and One…Eye did their job。 Start with the easy part first。
Chapter Thirty…Four： BOMANZ'S STORY
Croaker：
Bomanz faced the Lady from another angle。 He saw a ghost of fear touch her matchless features。 〃Ardath；〃 he said； and saw her fear bee resignation。
Ardath was my sister。
〃You had a twin。 You murdered her and took her name。 Your true name is Ardath。〃
You will regret this。 I will find your name 。 。 。
〃Why do you threaten me？ I mean you no harm。〃
You harm me by thwarting me。 Free me。
〃e； e。 Don't be childish。 Why force my hand？ That will cost us both agony and energy。 I only want to rediscover the knowledge interred with you。 Teaching me will cost you nothing。 It won't harm you。 It might even prepare the world for your return。〃
The world prepares already。 Bomanz！
He chuckled。 〃That's a mask； like the antiquarian。 That's not my name； Ardath。 Must we fight？〃
Wise men say to accept the inevitable with grace。 If I must； I must。 I will try to be gracious。
When pigs fly； Bomanz thought。
The Lady's smile was mocking。 She sent something。 He did not catch it。 Other voices filled his mind。 For an instant he thought the Dominator was awakening。 But the voices were in his physical ears； back at the house。 〃Oh； damn！〃
Wind…chimes mirth。
〃Clete is in position。〃 The voice was Tokar's。 Its presence in the attic enraged Bomanz。 He started running。
〃Help me get him out of the chair。〃 Stancil。
〃Won't you wake him up？〃 Glory。
〃His spirit is out in the Barrowland。 He won't know anything unless we run into each other out there。〃
Wrong； Bomanz thought。 Wrong； you insidious； ungrateful wart。 Your old man isn't stupid。 He responds to the signs even when he doesn't want to see them。
The dragon's head swung as he hurtled past。 Mockery pursued him。 The hatred of dead knights pounded him as he hurried on。
〃Get him into the corner。 Toker； the amulet is under the hearthstone in the shack。 That damned Men Fu！ He almost blew it。 I want to get my hands on the fool who sent him up here。 That greedy idiot wasn't interested in anything but himself。〃
〃At least he took the Monitor with him。〃 Glory。
〃Pure accident。 Pure luck。〃
〃The time。 The time；〃 Tokar said。 〃Clete's men are hitting the barracks。〃
〃Get out of here； then。 Glory； will you do something besides stare at the old man？ I've got to get in there before Tokar reaches the Barrowland。 The Great Ones have to be told what we're doing。〃
Bomanz passed the barrow of Moondog。 He felt the restlessness within。 He raced on。
A ghost danced beside him。 A slump…shouldered； evil…faced ghost who damned him a thousand times。 〃I don't have time for it； Besand。 But you were right。〃 He crossed the old moat； passed his dig。 Strangers dotted the landscape。 Resurrectionist strangers。 Where had they e from？ Out of hiding in the Old Forest？
Faster。 Got to go faster； he thought。 That fool Stance is going to try to follow me in。
He ran like nightmare； floating through subjectively eternal steps。 The et glared down。 It felt strong enough to cast shadows。
〃Read the instructions again to make sure；〃 Stancil said。 〃Timing isn't critical as long as you don't do anything early。〃
〃Shouldn't we tie him up or something？ Just in case？〃
〃We don't have time。 Don't worry about him。 He won't e out till way too late。〃
〃He makes me nervous。〃
〃Then throw a rug over him and e on。 And try to keep your voice down。 You don't want to waken Mother。〃
Bomanz charged the lights of the town 。 。 。 It occurred to him that in this state he did not have to be a stubby…legged fat man short on breath。 He changed his perception and his velocity increased。 Soon he encountered Tokar； who was trotting toward the Barrowland with Besand's amulet。 Bomanz judged his own startling swiftness by Tokar's apparent sluggishness。 He was moving fast。
Headquarters was afire。 There was heavy fighting around the barracks。 Tokar's teamsters were leading the attackers。 A few Guardsmen had broken out of the trap。 Trouble was seeping into the town。
Bomanz reached his shop。 Upstairs； Stancil told Glory； 〃Begin now。〃 As Bo started up the stair； Stancil said； 〃Dumni。 Um muji dumni。〃 Bomanz smashed into his own body。 He seized mand of his muscles； surged off the floor。
Glory shrieked。
Bomanz hurled her toward a wall。 Her flight shattered priceless antiques。
Bomanz squealed in agony as all the pains of an old body hit his consciousness。 Damn！ His ulcer was tearing his gut apart！
He seized his son's throat as he turned； silencing him before he finished the cantrip。
Stancil was younger； stronger。 He rose。 And Glory threw herself at Bomanz。 Bomanz darted backward。 〃Don't anybody move；〃 he snapped。
Stancil rubbed his throat and croaked something。
〃You don't think I would？ Try me。 I don't care who you are。 You're not going to free that thing out there。〃
〃How did you know？〃 Stancil croaked。
〃You've been acting strange。 You have strange friends。 I hoped I was wrong； but I don't take chances。 You should have remembered that。〃
Stancil drew a knife。 His eyes hardened。 〃I'm sorry； Pop。 Some things are more important than people。〃
Bomanz's temples throbbed。 〃Behave yourself。 I don't have time for this。 I have to stop Tokar。〃
Glory drew a knife of her own。 She sidled a step closer。
〃You're trying my patience； son。〃
The girl jumped。 Bomanz uttered a word of power。 She plunged headlong into the table slid to the floor； almost inhumanly limp。 In seconds she was limper still。 She mewled like an injured kitten。
Stancil dropped to one knee。 〃I'm sorry； Glory。 I'm sorry。〃
Bomanz ignored his own emotional agony。 He salvaged the quicksilver spilled from the bowl that had been atop the table； mouthed words which transformed its surface into a mirror of events afar。
Tokar was two thirds of the way to the Barrowland。
〃You killed her；〃 Stancil said。 〃You killed her。〃
〃I warned you； this is a cruel business。〃 And： 〃You made a bet and lost。 Sit your butt in the corner and behave。〃
〃You killed her。〃
Remorse smashed in even before his son forced him to act。 He tried to soften the impact； but the melting of bones was all or nothing。
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