The Demon Cycle Series Books 1 and 2: The Painted Man, The Desert Spear. Peter V. Brett

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      ‘It wasn’t even a good song,’ Arlen said. ‘How could he draw wards in the dark?’

      ‘Good enough to get into a fight over,’ Cob noted, daubing blood from Arlen’s face.

      ‘He was lying,’ Arlen replied, wincing at the sting.

      Cob shrugged. ‘He was just doing what Jongleurs do, making up entertaining stories.’

      ‘In Tibbet’s Brook, the whole town would come when the Jongleur came,’ Arlen said. ‘Selia said they kept the stories of the old world, passing them down one generation to the next.’

      ‘And so they do,’ Cob said. ‘But even the best ones exaggerate, Arlen. Or did you really believe the first Deliverer killed a hundred rock demons in a single blow?’

      ‘I used to,’ Arlen said with a sigh. ‘Now I don’t know what to believe.’

      ‘Welcome to adulthood,’ Cob said. ‘Every child finds a day when they realize that adults can be weak and wrong just like anyone else. After that day, you’re an adult, like it or not.’

      ‘I never thought about it that way,’ Arlen said, realizing his day had come long before. In his mind’s eye, he saw Jeph hiding behind the wards of their porch while his mother was cored.

      ‘Was Keerin’s lie really such a bad thing?’ Cob asked. ‘It made people happy. It gave them hope. Hope and happiness are in short supply these days, and much needed.’

      ‘He could have done all that with honest words,’ Arlen said. ‘But instead he took credit for my deeds just to make more coin.’

      ‘Are you after truth, or credit?’ Cob asked. ‘Should credit matter? Isn’t the message what’s important?’

      ‘People need more than a song,’ Arlen said. ‘They need proof that corelings can bleed.’

      ‘You sound like a Krasian martyr,’ Cob said, ‘ready to throw your life away seeking the Creator’s paradise in the next world.’

      ‘I read their afterlife is filled with naked women and rivers of wine,’ Arlen smirked.

      ‘And all you need do to enter is take a demon with you before you’re cored,’ Cob agreed. ‘But I’ll take my chances with this life all the same. The next one will find you no matter where you run. No sense chasing it.’

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      ‘Three moons says he heads east,’ Gaims said, jingling the silver coins as One Arm rose.

      ‘Taken,’ Woron said. ‘He’s gone east three nights running. He’s ready for a change.’

      As always, the rock demon snuffled about before testing the wards at the gate. It moved methodically, never missing a spot. When the gate proved secure, the coreling moved to the east.

      ‘Night,’ Woron cursed. ‘I was sure this time he’d do something different.’ He fished in his pocket for coins as the shrieks of the demon and the crackle of activated wards died out.

      Both guardsmen looked over the rail, the bet forgotten, and saw One Arm staring at the wall curiously. Other corelings gathered around, but kept a respectful distance from the giant.

      Suddenly, the demon lunged forward with just two talons extended. There was no flare from the wards, and the crack of stone came clearly to the guards’ ears. Their blood went cold.

      With a roar of triumph, the rock demon struck again, this time with its whole hand. Even in starlight, the guards saw the chunk of stone that came away in its claws.

      ‘The horn,’ Gaims said, gripping the rail with shaking hands. His leg grew warm, and it took him a moment to realize he had wet himself. ‘Sound the horn.’

      There was no movement next to him. He looked over at Woron, and saw his partner staring at the rock demon with his mouth open, a single tear running down the side of his face.

      ‘Sound the ripping horn!’ Gaims screamed, and Woron snapped out of his daze, running to the mounted horn. It took him several tries to sound a note. By then, One Arm was spinning and striking the wall with its spiked tail, tearing out more and more rock each time.

      Cob shook Arlen awake.

      ‘Who … wazzat?’ Arlen asked, rubbing his eyes. ‘Is it morning already?’

      ‘No,’ Cob said. ‘The horns are sounding. There’s a breach.’

      Arlen sat bolt upright, his face gone cold. ‘Breach? There are corelings in the city?’

      ‘There are,’ Cob agreed, ‘or soon will be. Up with you!’

      The two scrambled to light lamps and gather their tools, pulling on thick cloaks and fingerless gloves to help stave off the cold without impeding their work.

      The horns sounded again. ‘Two blasts,’ Cob said, ‘one short, one long. The breach is between the first and second watch-posts to the east of the main gate.’

      A clatter of hooves sounded on the cobblestones outside, followed by a pounding on the door. They opened it to find Ragen in full armour, a long, thick spear in hand. His warded shield was slung on the saddle horn of a heavy destrier. Not a sleek and affectionate courser like Nighteye, this beast was broad and ill-tempered, a warhorse bred for times long gone.

      ‘Elissa is beside herself,’ the Messenger explained. ‘She sent me to keep you two alive.’

      Arlen frowned, but a touch of the fear that gripped him on waking slipped away with Ragen’s arrival. They hitched their sturdy garron to the warding cart, and were off, following the shouts, crashes, and flashes of light towards the breach.

      The streets were empty, doors and shutters locked tight, but Arlen could see cracks of light around them, and knew the people of Miln were awake, biting nails and praying their wards would hold. He heard weeping, and thought of how dependent the Milnese СКАЧАТЬ