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I hesitated。 A friend of mine。 He is shy of most folk。 But I have gained his confidence； and sometimes； when he sees odd things； he es to me and tells me。
Um。 I could sense Verity's reservations as he considered my reticence。 Well。 I shall ask no more。 Some secrets are necessary； I suppose。 I remember a little half…wit girl who used to e and sit at my mother's feet。 My mother kept her clothed and fed and gave her trinkets and sweets。 No one ever paid much attention to her。 But once I came upon them unawares； and heard her telling my mother about a man in a tavern who had been selling pretty necklaces and armbands。 Later that week the King's guard arrested Rife the highwayman in the very same tavern。 Quiet folk often know much。
Indeed。
We rode on in a panionable silence。 Occasionally I had to remind myself that Verity was not here in the flesh。 But I begin to wish I were。 It has been too long； boy； since I rode through these hills simply for the sake of riding。 My life has bee too heavy with purpose。 I cannot remember the last time I did something simply because I wanted to do it。
I was nodding to his thought when the scream shattered the forest quiet。 It was the wordless cry of a young creature； cut off in midshriek； and before I could control myself； I quested toward it。 My Wit found wordless panic； death fear； and sudden horror from Nighteyes。 I sealed off my mind to it； but turned Sooty's head that way and urged her toward it。 Clinging low to her neck； I nudged her along through the maze of banked snow and fallen limbs and clear ground that was the forest floor。 I worked my way up a hill； never getting up to the speed I suddenly so desperately wanted。 I crested the hill； and looked down on a scene I shall never be able to forget。
There were three of them； raggedy and bearded and smelly。 They snarled and muttered at each other as they fought。 They gave off no life sense to my Wit； but I recognized them as the Forged ones that Nighteyes had shown me the night before。 She was small； three perhaps； and the woolly tunic she wore was bright yellow； the loving work of some mother's hands。 They fought over her as if she were a snared rabbit； dragging on the limbs of her little body in an angry tug…of…war with no heed to the small life that still resided in her。 I roared my fury at the sight and drew my sword just as one Forged one's determined jerk on her neck snapped her free of her body。 At my cry； one of the men lifted his head and turned to me； his beard bright with blood。 He had not waited for her death to begin feeding。
I kicked Sooty and rode down on them like vengeance on horseback。 From the woods to my left； Nighteyes burst onto the scene。 He was upon them before I was； leaping to the shoulders of one and opening his jaws wide to set his teeth into the back of the man's neck。 One turned to me as I came down； and threw up a useless hand to shield himself from my sword。 My blow was such that my fine new blade half severed his neck from his body before wedging in his spine。 I pulled my belt knife and launched myself from Sooty's back to grapple with the man who was trying to plunge his knife into Nighteyes。 The third Forged one snatched up the girl's body and raced off into the woods with it。
The man fought like a maddened bear； snapping and stabbing at us even after I had opened up his belly。 His entrails hung over his belt； and still he came stumbling after us。 I could not even take time for the horror I felt。 Knowing he would die； I left him and we plunged off after the one who had fled。
Nighteyes was a befurred gray streak that undulated up the hillside； and I cursed my slow two legs as I sped after him。 The trail was plain； trampled snow and blood and the foul stench of the creature。 My mind was not working well。 I swear that as I raced up that hillside I somehow thought I could be in time to undo her death and bring her back。 To make it have never happened。 It was an illogical drive that sped me on；
He had doubled back。 From behind a great stump he leaped at us； flinging the girl's body at Nighteyes and then leaping bodily onto me。 He was big and muscled like a smithy。 Unlike other Forged ones I had encountered； this one's size and strength had kept him fed and well clothed。 The boundless anger of a hunted animal was his。 He seized me； lifting me clear off my feet； and then fell upon me with one knotty forearm crushing my throat。 He landed atop me； barrel chest on my back； pinning my； chest and one arm to the earth below him。 I reached back； to sink my knife twice into a meaty thigh。 He roared with anger and increased the pressure。 He pressed my face into the frozen earth。 Black dots spotted my vision； and Nighteyes was a sudden addition to the weight on my back。 I thought my spine would snap。 Nighteyes slashed at the man's back with his fangs； but the Forged one only drew his chin into his chest and hunched his shoulders against the attack。 He knew he was killing me with his strangle。 Time enough to deal with the wolf when I was dead。
The struggle opened up the wound on my neck and warm blood spilled out。 The added pain was a tiny spur to my struggle。 I shook my head wildly in his grip； and the slipperiness of my own blood was enough to let me turn my throat a tiny bit。 I got in one desperate wheeze of air before the giant shifted his grip on me。 He began to bend my head back。 If he could not throttle me； he would simply break my neck。 He had the muscle for it。
Nighteyes changed tactics。 He could not open his jaws wide enough to get the man's head into them； but his scraping teeth found enough purchase to tear part of the man's scalp from his skull。 He set his teeth in the flap of flesh and pulled。 Blood rained down on me as the Forged one roared wordlessly and kneed me in the small of the back。 He let go with one arm to flail at Nighteyes。 I wheeled around in his arms； to bring one knee up into his groin； and then to get a good knife thrust into his side。 The pain must have been incredible； but he did not release me。 Instead he cracked his head against mine in a flash of blackness； and then wrapped his huge arms around me； pinning me to him as he began to crush my chest。
That is as much of the struggle as I can remember coherently。 I don't know what came over me next； perhaps it was the death fury some legends speak of。 Teeth； nails； and knife I fought him； taking flesh from his body wherever I could reach it。 Still； I know it would not have been enough had not Nighteyes also been attacking with the same boundless frenzy。 Sometime later I crawled from under the man's body。 There was a foul coppery taste in my mouth and I spat out dirty hair and blood。 I wiped my hands down my pants and then rubbed them in clean snow； but nothing could ever cleanse them。
Are you all right？ Nighteyes lay panting in the snow a yard or two way。 His jaws were likewise bloodied。 As I watched he snapped up a great mouthful of snow； then resumed his panting。 I rose and stumbled a step or two toward him。 Then I saw the girl's body and sank down beside it in the snow。 I think that was when I realized I was too late； and had been too late f