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Writs, Rumours, and Whisperings

"Sacrifices" (aka Diebin Am Nacht),   by Timothy Parker

     

 
 
a calloused hand and rubbed away a running tear with a finger. "There, now, darlin'," he soothed, "we told you to expect this, didn't we?" He glanced back at the guard's crumpled and still form, lying halfway down the stair; at the man's head, that rested at that unnatural angle, like the bloom of a flower broken from its stalk after the raging of a storm. Duril tilted his head again to O'Cuire, who was readying his rope. "Why, the worst is behind us. Before you know it you'll be safe at home again, warm in your bed."
      The girl shook her head furiously, blinking back more tears, trying desperately to be brave for this man who loved her. Duril moved with her back toward the window. She began to tremble once more. "I can't do it," she sobbed, "I just can't do it." Her shaking grew worse, and she buried her face in his chest.
      He pushed her away and held her at arm's length. "Now you listen to me, girl. You are going to go down that rope, and another one yet, so get used to the idea."
      Timeras anchored the grapnel and tossed

    

 
 
the rope coil out the window.
     "Now, then, me an' Timmy'll be with you all the time, but we have to go now, while we can. And when you get over that outer wall, you start running. Don't look back. No matter what happens. The horses are in a little hollow due east, just inside the forest, so you head right into the sun. Home is in that direction, too, a ha'-score days' ride. You mind me, girl. You keep going! Timeras an' I have been in worse pinches than this, an' we've come out grinning. We'll come out of this one." His words meant well but the finality of his tone did nothing to convince her.
      O'Cuire tested the line, then jumped back from the opening as something cracked on the wall just outside. He grimaced. "Company."
      Longshanks swore. "I'm cursed tired of this." Taking up his bow, he nocked an arrow and stepped to the window. "Take this, you rat bastard," he muttered. They heard a faint outcry a half a heart's beat later.
      "Right." Timeras said, grabbing the girl into an embrace. "Enough o' this." He looked into

     
 

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