patrol down the slope. Compared to his descent, the rest of the men slid down easily. âCarny, go a yard deep and keep watch on the jungle. Big Hog, grab some sleep, then switch with Carny at midnight.â
âHow am I supposed to know when that is?â Big Hog asked.
Listowk sighed. âWeâre right above the main camp down on the beach, and there are ships galore at anchor offshore. Youâll hear the bells.â The military was as obsessed with telling time as the druids and monks.
âClever,â Wraith said, his helm nodding like a bush in a breeze. Heâd definitely picked up more foliage during their walk.
âI have my moments,â Listowk said. âYou watch the path. Itâs pretty open there so stay back a bit. Weasel, rest up and relieve him at midnight. Iâll sit here in the middle for now and have a nap . . . then Iâm going to do a little scouting. Iâd like to know where Black Shield is holed up. Take a long drink of water. No smoking, no talking, and if you hear or see anything, you let me know right away.â
âYou really think the slyts will try anything?â the Weasel asked. His voice had a manic tone to it that Listowk didnât like.
âI donât know, but weâre almost begging them to try. Letâs just see if we canât make it to the dawn.â Listowk paused for a moment, wondering if he was being prudent or just jumpy. Even if it was nerves, his caution meant he was still alive to feel them. âLook, my children, if the wind hitsthe branches and thereâs nothing else for it, follow the rut away from the path, then make your way down to the beach. Donât wait aroundâjust run.â
âShouldnât we try to go back up to the rest of the shield?â Big Hog asked.
Listowk looked toward the top of the mountain before responding. âIf the slyts really do make a move, there wonât be anything up there to go back to.â
CARNY WATCHED THE LC sleeping against the dirt slope. Listowk had removed his aketon and helm and eased himself into the jungle, draping himself around the dirt and vegetation like a wet rag. The LC looked as comfortable as if he were laid out on silk sheets and a down mattress.
The only jarring note was his crossbow cradled across his stomach. Though he looked dead to the world, Carny was certain that at the slightest hint of danger, the LC would spring up ready to fight. Still, seeing the crossbow rise and fall with each breath made Carny nervous. The safety latch had to be secureâit was the LC after all.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Carny inched closer to Listowk to see if the crossbow really was safed but froze when the LC made a noise. It sounded halfway between a growl and a curse. Carny looked up from the weapon. The snarl on Listowkâs face was savage. The genial father figure was gone, replaced by something vicious. His eyes remained closed, however, and Carny let out his breath and eased farther back. Whatever the LC was dreaming about, Carny had no interest in it.
âHey, Big Hog, you awake?â Carny whispered, crawling toward the farmerâs position.
âYou see something?â Big Hog asked. His voice was strong and clear, even as a whisper. He was definitely wide awake.
âNaw, just checking. I canât sleep. You want to switch watches?â
âForget that,â Big Hog said, shifting slightly in his seated position among some bushes. âIâm here âtil the bells sound, then itâs nighty-night.â
âPlease? Iâm going crazy just sitting here.â
âGo bother Wraith thenâIâm planting crops,â Big Hog said. He sounded slightly out of breath in his exasperation.
âWhat the hell does that mean?â Carny asked. He imagined Big Hog daydreaming about walking a field with a plow pulled by oxen, gouging thick furrows in the soil while a plump Mrs. Big Hog
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