‘I didn’t know you were a practitioner of Denul,’ Gruntle said.

‘I’m not, not really, I mean. I have elixirs, unguents, salves, and some of those are High Denul, for emergencies.’

‘Like now.’

‘Maybe, We’ll see.’

‘Broken legs-’

‘Doesn’t need legs to drive the carriage, does he? Besides, he might decline my services.’

‘Why would he do that?’

‘Healing expenses cut into his share. He could come out of this owing the Guild rather than the other way round.’ He shrugged. ‘Some people refuse.’

‘Well,’ said Gruntle, ‘he said to get you, so I don’t think he’s going to. refuse, Master Quell.’

They reached the low stone wall and then halted.

‘Who in Hood’s name is that?’ Gruntle asked, squinting at the tall ragged fig-ure standing with the Bole brothers.

Quell grunted, and then said, ‘Well, and it’s just a guess, mind you, but I’d say that that’s the Provost’s wife.’

‘He’s married to a Jaghut?’

‘Was, until he buried her, but then the yard collapsed into the sea, taking her with it. And now she’s back and I’d wager a trip’s profit she’s not in the best of moods.’ And then he smiled up at Gruntle. ‘We can work all this out. Oh, yes, we can work all this out, now.’

This confidence was shattered when Jula and Amby Bole suddenly took it upon themselves to attack the Jaghut. Bellowing, they flung themselves at her, and all three figures lurched about as they struggled, clawed, scratched and bit, until finally they lost their footing and toppled in a multilimbed mass that slopped heavily in the muck.

Quell and Gruntle scrambled over the wall and raced for them.

Glanno Tarp was shrieking something, his words unintelligible as he sought to crawl away from the scrap.

From the Jaghut woman sorcery erupted, a thundering, deafening detonation that lit up the entire corral and all the buildings nearby. Blinking against the sudden blindness, Gruntle staggered in the mud. He heard Quell fall beside him. The coruscating, actinic light continued to bristle, throwing everything into harsh shadows.

Glanno Tarp resumed his shrieks.

As vision returned, Gruntle saw, to his astonishment, that both Boles still lived. In fact, they had each pinned down an arm and were holding tight as the Jaghut woman thrashed and snarled.


Drawing his cutlasses, Gruntle made his way over. ‘Jula! Amby! What are you doing?’

Two mud-smeared faces looked up, and their expressions were dark, twisted with anger.

‘A swamp witch!’ Jula said. ‘She’s one of them swamp witches!’

‘We don’t like swamp witches!’ added Amby. ‘We kill swamp witches!’

‘Master Quell said this one can help us,’ said Gruntle. ‘Or she would have, if not for you two jumping her like that!’

‘Cut her head off!’ said Jula. ‘That usually works!’

‘I’m not cutting her head of, Lit her go, you two-’

‘She’ll attack us!’

Gruntle crouched down. ‘Jaghut stop snarling-listen to me! If they let you go, will you stop fighting?’

Eyes burned as if aflame. She struggled some more, and then ceased all motion. The blazing glare dimmed, and after a few deep, rattling breaths, she nodded. ‘Very well. Now get these two fools off me!’

‘Jula, Amby-let go of her-’

‘We will, once you cut her head off!’

‘Do it now, Boles, or I will cut your heads off.’

‘Do Amby first!’

‘No, Jula first!’

‘I’ve got two cutlasses here, boys, so I’ll do it at the same time. How does that suit you?’

The Boles half lifted themselves up and glared across at each other.

‘We don’t like it,’ said Amby.

‘So leave off her, then.’

They rolled to the sides, away from the Jaghut woman; and she pulled her arms loose and clambered to her feet. The penumbra of sorcery dimmed, winked out. Breathing hard, she spun to face the Bole brothers, who’d rolled in converging arcs until they collided and were now crouched side by side in the mud, eyeing her like a pair of wolves.

Clutching his head, Master Quell stumbled up to them. ‘You idiots,’ he gasped. ‘Jaghut, your husband’s cursed this village. Tralka Vonan. Can you do anything about that?’

She was trying to wipe the mud from her rotted clothes. ‘You’re not from around here,’ she said. ‘Who are you people?’



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