doorway. For a moment Raven seemed
embarrassed.
Shed slunk into the hostel where Krage held court. From the outside the place
was as crummy as the Lily. Timidly, he looked for Count, tried to ignore Asa.
Count would not torment him for fun. “Count, I need to see Krage.” Count opened
big brown cow eyes. “Why?” “I brought him some money. On account.” Count heaved
himself upright. “All right. Wait here.”
He stalked off.
Asa sidled up. “Where'd you get the money. Shed?” “Where do you get yours, Asa?”
Asa did not answer.
“It isn't polite to ask. Mind your own business or stay away from me.”
“Shed, I thought we were friends.”
“I tried to be friends, Asa. I even let you have a place to sleep. And as soon
as you hooked up with Krage. ...”
A shadow crossed Asa's face. “I'm sorry, Shed. You know me. I don't think so
fast. I do dumb things.”
Shed snorted. So Asa had come to the inevitable conclusion: Krage would dump him
once he settled with Raven.
Shed was tempted to betray Raven. The man had to have a fortune hidden. But he
was afraid of a thousand things, and his guest stood at the top of the list.
Asa said, “I found a way to get deadwood from the Enclosure.” His face
brightened in pathetic appeal. “Mostly pine, but it's wood.”
“The Enclosure?”
“It's not illegal, Shed. It keeps the Enclosure cleaned up.”
Shed scowled righteously.
“Shed, it's less wrong than going through somebody's. ...”
Shed controlled his anger. He needed allies inside the enemy camp. “Firewood
could be like money, Asa. No provenance.”
Asa smiled fawningly. “Thanks, Shed.”
Count called, “Shed.”
Shed shook as he crossed the room. Krage's men smirked.
This wouldn't work. Krage wouldn't listen. He was going to throw his money away.
“Count says you've got something to give me on account,” Krage said.
“Uhm.” Krage's den could have been ripped whole from a mansion high up the wall
of the valley. Shed was stunned.
“Stop gawking and get on with it. You'd better not give me a handful of copper
and beg for an extension, either. Picked a warm doorway yet? Your payments are a
joke, Shed.”
“No joke. Mr. Krage. Honest. I can pay over half of it.”
Krage's eyebrows rose. “Interesting.” Shed laid nine silver leva before him.
“Very interesting.” He fixed Shed with a penetrating stare.
Shed stammered, “That's over half, counting interest. I hoped maybe seeing as
how that would put me ahead. ...”
“Quiet.” Shed shut up. “You think I should forget what happened?”
“That wasn't my fault, Mr. Krage. I didn't tell him to. ... You don't know what
Raven is like.”
“Shut up.” Krage stared at the coins. “Maybe something can be arranged. I know
you didn't put him up to it. You don't have the guts.”
Shed stared at the floor, unable to deny his cowardice. “Okay, Shed. You're a
regular client. Back to the regular schedule.“ He eyed the money. ”You're ahead
three weeks, looks like.”
“Thank you, Mr. Krage. Really. You don't know how much this means. ...”
“Shut up. I know exactly what it means. Get out. Start getting another payment
together. This is your last reprieve.”
“Yes. sir.” Shed retreated. Count opened the door.
“Shed! I may want something sometime. A favor for a favor. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right. Go.”
Shed left, a sinking feeling replacing relief. Krage would make him help get
Raven. He almost wept as he tramped homeward. It never got any better. He was
always in a trap.
Black Company N 2 - Shadows Linger
Chapter Ten:
TALLY TURNAROUND
Tome was typical of towns we had garrisoned recently. Small, dirty, boring. One
wondered why the Lady bothered. What use were these remote provinces? Did she
insist they bend the knee merely to puff her ego? There was nothing here worth
having, unless it was power over the natives.
Even they viewed their country