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.No time to enjoy that now.I tied a loop in one end of the leather thong, and slipped the other endthrough it.Lord Daeran's eyes went wide as I whipped the loop over his head and drew it tight around his neck.* * *"Now," I said, probably redundantly.No time to finish him off I kicked him aside then went low, toward our gear.Tennetty, the knife held inher outstretched hand, went high above me, bowling herself into a soldier who was reacting just a littletoo slow.I think she gutted him; his scream rang in my ears.No time to think, either; I would have to do it all right, and by instinct.I slid a sword hilt-first toward Jason, then tackled the soldier above Andy hard enough to have satisfiedeven Coach Fusco.Sonofabitch always thought I took it too easy on quarterbacks.Fuck him.And to hell with the soldier, too my rush carried him back to where the rail caught him across thekidneys.His arms flew apart as the tetanic shock hit him hard.We were still overmatched, and even with Ahira back in action we wouldn't have had a chance unless.first, I'd have to get Andy free, and she would have to.Of course.Trust your friends.I could see the boom out of the corner of my eye, and hear Ahira laughingabout it in the corner of my mind."Tennetty, Jason down," I shouted.The dark shadow swept toward me; I ducked under it and wentfor Andy as the boom, propelled by impossibly strong dwarf muscles, swept hard across the deck,bowling over soldiers, the sailors reflexively ducking.I scooped up a knife and reached Andy's side.A slice and a twist and she was free, fingers already clawing at her gag; a leg-sweep knocked down the soldier who had been lunging at her.Her arms spread wide, she rose to her feet, uttering just one syllable.Daylight reddened and dimmed, and the sky went dark above us.Time slowed.I'd been hearing my heart thumping hard and fast, but now with each beat was a slowdouble moan.Gwa-thunnnnnk.Long pause.Gwa-thunnnnnk.I could still think, I could still see, but I couldn't even fall fast.We were all stuck in the same clearmolasses: Tennetty, her knife rising, unable to see the saber inches from her back, about to skewer her;Ahira, one hand clamped on a bloody mess that had been the face of a soldier, his other arm squeezinganother's chest further than bones could give; Jason, in full lunge through the belly of the largest of thesoldiers, his face grim as he saw another blade descending toward him.We were all trapped in the red time.Except for Andy.Leaning hard, like she was walking against a strong but steady wind, she walked smoothly across thedeck, pushing up on the saber menacing Tennetty as she passed.She reached her son's side, and brushed the attacking blade aside, then set one finger on either side ofthe soldier's head, muttering a word I could not have remembered even if I'd heard it.Sparks leisurely leapt from finger to finger, strengthening as they did.Her mouth was moving, but Icouldn't make out what she was saying.The sparks became a flow, and the flow became lightning,jagged forks piercing the soldier's head until a cloud of smoke gathered about his forehead and ears.Slowly, gracefully, she turned toward me and smiled.It wasn't a friendly smile.Over to you, she mouthed.As the light blued again, and time returned to normal, Ahira had retrieved his axe from our pile.There were only two soldiers left alive on deck.Tennetty had snaked her arm around the throat of one,and Jason, his sword shining in the light, had squared off against the other.All that left was Lord Daeran, lying on the deck, loosening the garrotte that I clearly hadn't quitetightened enough.Hey, I was in a hurry.Ahira raised his axe."What.are you?" the lord asked. If it had been me, I would have been tempted to make a speech, about how Mikyn was one of ours,and if he needed stopping, we would stop him, and no locals need apply, and about how putting friendsand associates of ours to death for unwittingly helping Mikyn was just plain wrong, and wasn't going tobe tolerated.But Ahira didn't make premature speeches.The axe fell, and then he spoke."Justice, you son of a bitch," he said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.No time to enjoy that now.I tied a loop in one end of the leather thong, and slipped the other endthrough it.Lord Daeran's eyes went wide as I whipped the loop over his head and drew it tight around his neck.* * *"Now," I said, probably redundantly.No time to finish him off I kicked him aside then went low, toward our gear.Tennetty, the knife held inher outstretched hand, went high above me, bowling herself into a soldier who was reacting just a littletoo slow.I think she gutted him; his scream rang in my ears.No time to think, either; I would have to do it all right, and by instinct.I slid a sword hilt-first toward Jason, then tackled the soldier above Andy hard enough to have satisfiedeven Coach Fusco.Sonofabitch always thought I took it too easy on quarterbacks.Fuck him.And to hell with the soldier, too my rush carried him back to where the rail caught him across thekidneys.His arms flew apart as the tetanic shock hit him hard.We were still overmatched, and even with Ahira back in action we wouldn't have had a chance unless.first, I'd have to get Andy free, and she would have to.Of course.Trust your friends.I could see the boom out of the corner of my eye, and hear Ahira laughingabout it in the corner of my mind."Tennetty, Jason down," I shouted.The dark shadow swept toward me; I ducked under it and wentfor Andy as the boom, propelled by impossibly strong dwarf muscles, swept hard across the deck,bowling over soldiers, the sailors reflexively ducking.I scooped up a knife and reached Andy's side.A slice and a twist and she was free, fingers already clawing at her gag; a leg-sweep knocked down the soldier who had been lunging at her.Her arms spread wide, she rose to her feet, uttering just one syllable.Daylight reddened and dimmed, and the sky went dark above us.Time slowed.I'd been hearing my heart thumping hard and fast, but now with each beat was a slowdouble moan.Gwa-thunnnnnk.Long pause.Gwa-thunnnnnk.I could still think, I could still see, but I couldn't even fall fast.We were all stuck in the same clearmolasses: Tennetty, her knife rising, unable to see the saber inches from her back, about to skewer her;Ahira, one hand clamped on a bloody mess that had been the face of a soldier, his other arm squeezinganother's chest further than bones could give; Jason, in full lunge through the belly of the largest of thesoldiers, his face grim as he saw another blade descending toward him.We were all trapped in the red time.Except for Andy.Leaning hard, like she was walking against a strong but steady wind, she walked smoothly across thedeck, pushing up on the saber menacing Tennetty as she passed.She reached her son's side, and brushed the attacking blade aside, then set one finger on either side ofthe soldier's head, muttering a word I could not have remembered even if I'd heard it.Sparks leisurely leapt from finger to finger, strengthening as they did.Her mouth was moving, but Icouldn't make out what she was saying.The sparks became a flow, and the flow became lightning,jagged forks piercing the soldier's head until a cloud of smoke gathered about his forehead and ears.Slowly, gracefully, she turned toward me and smiled.It wasn't a friendly smile.Over to you, she mouthed.As the light blued again, and time returned to normal, Ahira had retrieved his axe from our pile.There were only two soldiers left alive on deck.Tennetty had snaked her arm around the throat of one,and Jason, his sword shining in the light, had squared off against the other.All that left was Lord Daeran, lying on the deck, loosening the garrotte that I clearly hadn't quitetightened enough.Hey, I was in a hurry.Ahira raised his axe."What.are you?" the lord asked. If it had been me, I would have been tempted to make a speech, about how Mikyn was one of ours,and if he needed stopping, we would stop him, and no locals need apply, and about how putting friendsand associates of ours to death for unwittingly helping Mikyn was just plain wrong, and wasn't going tobe tolerated.But Ahira didn't make premature speeches.The axe fell, and then he spoke."Justice, you son of a bitch," he said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]