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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] meant our situation deteriorated by the minute. A human weakness, as old as time, arguing while the house burns down around you. One-Eye interjected, "You gents go ahead and debate if you want. I'm going to invite the boys downstairs, treat them to a beer and take a turn or two at tonk." He stabbed a crooked black finger earthward. The gleaming dust with cruel web inside began to arc up over the city. It just might grow enough to net us all. A vast stillness set in. Inside the city and out, friend and foe, people of a dozen races and religions all focused upon that shadow web. Shadowspinner, of course, was totally involved in creating his deadly artifact. The Shadowlander assault lost impetus as the Shadowmaster's soldiers decided to hunker down and let their boss make their jobs easier. Chapter 23 The web of darkness would span all Dejagore soon. "One-Eye. Goblin. You guys have any new ideas?" "Get religion?" Goblin suggested. "Since you won't let us go den up?" One-Eye mused, "You might amble over and see if Mogaba will change his mind about letting us operate his engines." The Taglian crews were ineffective. "We might be able to distract Spinner." "You did take shadows into account when you spelled the entrances to the underground?" I knew. They had. That was always our biggest concern. But I had to reassure myself. You keep checking on Goblin and One-Eye. Small groups were returning after long, dangerous journeys through the night, searching for rope that had survived. "Yeah. For what that's worth. You ready to go down and start starving yet?" Bad signs followed ill omens. The situation was grim indeed if One-Eye and Goblin could spare no time to quarrel. A sudden susurrus swept the city and the plain beyond. A blazing diamond of light rose out of the Shadowlander camp. It spun slowly. A core of darkness centered it. From that, blackness pulsed out into the all spanning web it anchored. Nobody was looking at the hills when the pinkish light returned. No one noticed until it flared so brilliantly that it rivalled the brightness here at hand. It burned behind two bizarre mounted figures. It cast their hideous shadows upon the night itself. Crow shadows circled them. Two huge ravens perched upon Page 32 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html the shoulders of the larger figure. Nobody breathed for a while. Not even Shadowspinner, I'd bet. And I was sure he had no more idea what was happening than I did. The pink flare faded. A cable of pink reached toward Dejagore, like a snake probing, stretching. As one end neared us the nether end broke loose. That whipped our way too fast for the eye to follow and in an instant screamed into Shadowspinner's bright diamond. Sun brilliant flash splashed out of that sorcerous construct's far side like suddenly flung barrels of burning oil. Immediately the dark web overhead began to shrink back into the remnants of the diamond. The air vibrated with the Shadowmaster's anger. "Goblin! One-Eye! Talk to me, boys. Tell me what the hell just happened." Goblin couldn't talk. One-Eye burbled, "I ain't got the faintest fucking idea, Kid. But we're downwind of one seriously pissed-off Shadowmaster who's probably going to blame you and me for his ulcers." A tremor disturbed the night, more psychic than physical. I am magically deaf and dumb and blind, except for perceived effects, but I felt it. One-Eye was right. The pink light was gone. I saw no more sign of those bizarre riders. Who were they? What? How? I didn't get a chance to ask. Little brown fellows carrying torches so they could see where they were running burst out of the Shadowlander camp. That could not bode well for me, my pals, or anyone else inside the wall. "Poor Spinner," I cracked. "You got to feel for the man." "Huh?" Sparkle was the only man close enough to hear. "Don't you hate it when some no-brain vandalizes a work of art?" Sparkle didn't get it. He shook his head, grabbed a javelin and threw it down at a short person with a torch. He missed. Around where those Shadowlanders had gained a foothold on the wall, and on the earthen approach ramps, a big racket began to develop. The Shadowmaster, piqued, had told his boys to get back to work. And don't be so damned gentle anymore. "Hey, Bubba-do," I shouted at a soldier, "who's got tonight in the pool?" There is the Black Company for you. We've got a pool on what night the city will fall. I guess the winner gets to die with a smile on his ugly mug. Chapter 24 Goblin and One-Eye had chosen to stay close to me. The real Goblin and One- Eye. I checked every few minutes to make sure. Their attention was on the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |