An Empire Unacquainted With Defeat by Glen Cook Read Free Book Online Page B

said. Hate and anger had him shaking. He was ready to do something foolish.
    "He got away," Mikla added. "They're hunting him now. Like an animal. They'll murder him."
    "He'll go to Palikov's," Toma said; Mikla nodded. "They're old friends. Palikov is as stubborn as he is."
    "They can figure the same as us. The Witch . . . ." Mikla glanced at Tain. "She'll tell them." He finished his beer, seized another jar. Toma matched his consumption.
    "We could get there first," Toma guessed.
    "It's a long way. Six miles." Mikla downed his jar, grabbed another. Tain glanced into the wall pantry. The beer supply was dwindling fast. And it was a strong drink, brewed by the nomads from grain and honey. They traded it for sheepskins and mutton.
    "Palikov," said Tain. "He's the one that lives out by the Toad?"
    "That's him." Mikla didn't pay Tain much heed. Toma gave him a look that asked why he wanted to know.
    "We can't let them get away with it," Kleckla growled. "Not with murder. Enough is enough. This morning they beat the Arimkov girl half to death."
    "Oh!" Rula gasped. "She always was jealous of Lari. Over that boy Lief."
    "Rula."
    "I'm sorry, Toma."
    Tain considered the man. They were angry and scared. They had decided to do a deed, didn't know if they could, and felt they had talked too much to back down.
    A lot more beer would go down before they marched.
    Tain stepped backward into the night, leaving.
     
XI
    He spent fifteen minutes probing the smoldering remnants of Kosku's home and barn. He found something Toma and Mikla had overlooked.
    The child's body was so badly burned he couldn't tell its sex.
    He had seen worse. He had been a soldier of the Dread Empire. The gruesome corpse moved him less than did the horror of the sheep pens.
    The animals had been used for target practice. The raiders hadn't bothered finishing the injured.
    Tain did what had to be done. He understood Toma and Mikla better after cutting the throats of lambs and kids.
    There was no excuse for wanton destruction. Though the accusation sometimes flew, the legions never killed or destroyed for pleasure.
    A beast had left its mark here.
    He swung onto the roan and headed toward the Toad.
    A wall collapsed behind him. The fire returned to life, splashing the slope with dull red light. Tain's shadow reached ahead, flickering like an uncertain black ghost.
    Distance fled. About a mile east of the Kleckla house he detected other night travelers.
    Toma and Mikla were walking slowly, steering a wobbly course, pausing frequently to relieve their bladders. They had brought beer with them.
    Tain gave them a wide berth. They weren't aware of his passing.
    They had guessed wrong in predicting that they would beat the Caydarmen to Palikov's.
    Grimnir and four others had accompanied the Witch. Tain didn't see Torfin among them.
    The raiders had their heads together. They had tried a torching and had failed. A horse lay between house and nightriders, moaning, with an arrow in its side. A muted Kosku kept cursing the Witch and Caydarmen.
    Tain left the roan. He moved downhill to a shadow near the raiders. He squatted, waited.
    This time he bore his weapons.
    The Toad loomed behind the Palikov home. Its evil god aspect felt believable. It seemed to chuckle over this petty human drama.
    Tain touched the hilt of his longsword. He was tempted. Yet . . . . He wanted no deaths. Not now. Not here. This confrontation had to be neutralized, if only to keep Toma and Mikla from stumbling into a situation they couldn't handle.
    Maybe he could stop it without bloodshed.
    He took flint and steel from his travel pouch. He sealed his eyes, let his chin fall to his chest. He whispered.
    He didn't understand the words. They weren't in his childhood tongue. They had been taught him when he was young, during his Aspirant training.
    His world shrank till he was alone in it. He no longer felt the breeze, nor the earth beneath his toes. He heard nothing, nor did the light of torches seep