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Chapter One： THE PLAIN OF FEAR
The still desert air had a lens…like quality。 The riders seemed frozen in time； moving without drawing closer。 We took turns counting。 I could not get the same number twice running。
A breath of a breeze whined in the coral； stirred the leaves of Old Father Tree。 They tinkled off one another with the song of wind chimes。 To the north； the glimmer of change lightning limned the horizon like the far clash of warring gods。
A foot crunched sand。 I turned。 Silent gawked at a talking menhir。 It had appeared in the past few seconds； startling him。 Sneaky rocks。 Like to play games。
〃There are strangers on the Plain；〃 it said。
I jumped。 It chuckled。 Menhirs have the most malevolent laughs this side of fairy stories。 Snarling； I ducked into its shadow。 〃Hot out here already。〃 And： 〃That's One…Eye and Goblin； back from Tanner。〃
It was right and I was wrong。 I was too narrowly focused。 The patrol had been away a month longer than planned。 We were worried。 Lately the Lady's troops have been more active along the bounds of the Plain of Fear。
Another chuckle from the block of stone。
It towered over me； thirteen feet tall。 A middle…sized one。 Those over fifteen feet seldom move。
The riders were closer； yet seemed no nearer。 Blame nerves。 Times are desperate for the Black pany。 We cannot afford casualties。 Any man lost would be a friend of many years。 I counted again。 Seemed right this time。 But there was a riderless mount 。 。 。 I shivered despite the heat。
They were on the downtrail leading to a creek three hundred yards from where we watched； concealed within a great reef。 The walking trees beside the ford stirred； though the breeze had failed。
The riders urged their mounts to hurry。 The animals were tired。 They were reluctant； though they knew they were almost home。 Into the creek。 Water splashing。 I grinned； pounded Silent's back。 They were all there。 Every man； and another。
Silent shed his customary cool； returned a smile。 Elmo slipped out of the coral and went to meet our brethren。 Otto； Silent； and I hurried after him。
Behind us； the morning sun was a great seething ball of blood。
Men piled off horses； grinning。 But they looked bad。 Goblin and One…Eye worst of all。 But they had e back to territory where their wizards' powers were useless。 This near Darling they are no greater than the rest of us。
I glanced back。 Darling had e to the head of the tunnel； stood like a phantom in its shadow； all in white。
Men hugged men； then old habit took charge。 Everybody pretended it was just another day。 〃Rough out there？〃 I asked One…Eye。 I considered the man acpanying them。 He was not familiar。
〃Yes。〃 The dried…up little black man was more diminished than first I had thought。
〃You all right？〃
〃Took an arrow。〃 He rubbed his side。 〃Flesh wound。〃
From behind One…Eye； Goblin squeaked； 〃They almost got us。 Been chasing us a month。 We couldn't shake them。〃
〃Let's get you down in the Hole；〃 I told One…Eye。
〃Not infected。 I cleared it。〃
〃I still want a look。〃 He has been my assistant since I enlisted as pany physician。 His judgment is sound。 Yet health is my responsibility； ultimately。
〃They were waiting for us； Croaker。〃 Darling was gone from the mouth of the tunnel； back to the stomach of our subterranean fastness。 The sun remained bloody in the east； legacy of the change storm's passing。 Something big drifted across its face。 Windwhale？
〃Ambush？〃 I glanced back at the patrol。
〃Not us specifically。 For trouble。 They were on the ball。〃 The patrol had had a double mission： to contact our sympathizers in Tanner to find out if the Lady's people were ing alive after a long hiatus； and to raid the garrison there in order to prove we could hurt an empire that bestrides half a world。 As we passed it the menhir said； 〃There are strangers on the Plain； Croaker。〃
Why do these things happen to me？ The big stones talk to me more than to anyone else。
Twice a charm？ I paid attention。 For a menhir to repeat itself meant it considered its message critical。 〃The men hunting you？〃 I asked One…Eye。
He shrugged。 〃They wouldn't give up。〃
〃What's happening out there？〃 Hiding on the Plain； I might as well be buried alive。
One…Eye's face remained unreadable。 〃Corder will tell it。〃
〃Corder？ That the guy you brought in？〃 I knew the name though not the man。 One of our best informants。
〃Yeah。〃
〃No good news； eh？〃
〃No。〃
We slipped into the tunnel which leads down to our warren； our stinking； moldering； damp； tight little rabbit…hole fortress。 It is disgusting； but it is the heart and soul of the New White Rose Rebellion。 The New Hope； as it is whispered among the captive nations。 The Joke Hope to those of us who live here。 It is as bad as any rat…infested dungeon…though a man can leave。 If he does not mind a venture into a world where all the might of an empire is turned upon him。
Chapter Two：THE PLAIN OF FEAR
Corder was our eyes and ears in Tanner。 He had contacts everywhere。 His work against the Lady goes back decades。 He is one of the few who escaped her wrath at Charm； where she obliterated the Rebel of old。 In great part； the pany was responsible。 In those days we were her strong right arm。 We piloted her enemies into the trap。 A quarter million men died at Charm。 Never was there a battle so vast or grim； nor of oute so definitive。 Even the Dominator's bloody failure in the Old Forest consumed but half as many lives。
Fate pelled us to switch sides…once there was no one left to help us in our fight。
One…Eye's wound was as clean as he claimed。 I cut him loose； ambled off to my quarters。 Word was； Darling wanted the patrol rested before she accepted its report。 I shivered with premonition； afraid to hear their tidings。
An old； tired man。 That is what I am。 What became of the old fire； drive； ambition？ There were dreams once upon a time； dreams now all but forgotten。 On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically； with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them。
Old infests my quarters。 My great project。 Eighty pounds of ancient documents； captured from the general Whisper when we served the Lady and she the Rebel。 They are supposed to contain the key to breaking the Lady and the Taken。 I have had them six years。 And in six years I have found nothing。 So much failure。 Depressing。 Nowadays； more often than not I merely shuffle them； then turn to these Annals。
Since our escape from Juniper they have been little more than a personal journal。 The remnant of the pany generates little excitement。 What outside news we get is so slim and unreliable I seldom bother recording it。 Moreover； since her victory over her husband in Juniper； the Lady seems to be in stasis even more than we； running on inertia。
Appearances deceive； of course。 And the Lady's essence is illusion。
〃Croaker。〃
I looked up from a page of Old TelleKurre already studied a hundred times。 Goblin stood in the doorway。 He looked like an old toad。 〃Yeah？〃
〃Something happening up top。 Grab a sword。〃
I grabbed my bow and a leather cuirass。 I am too ancient for hand…to…hand。 I'd rather stand off and plink if I have to fight at all。 I considered the bow as I followed Goblin。 It had been given me by the Lady herself； during the battle at Charm。 Oh； the memories。 With it I helped slay Soulcatcher； the Taken who brought the pany into the Lady's service。 Those days now seemed almost prehistoric。
We galloped into sunlight。 Others came out with us； dispersed amidst cactus and coral。 The rider ing down the trail…the only path in here…would not see us。
He rode alone； on a moth…eaten mule。 He was not armed。 〃All this for an old man on a mule？〃 I asked。 Men scooted through coral and between cacti； making one hell of a racket。 The old…timer had to know we were there。 〃We'd better work on getting out here more quietly。〃
〃Yeah。〃
Startled； I whirled。 Elmo was behind me； one hand shading his eyes。 He looked as old and tired as I felt。 Each day something reminds me that none of us are young anymore。 Hell； none of us were young when we came north； over the Sea of Torments。
