Scouting, like always, idiot. Damn fool bloody question.’
Agrick shook his head at the injustice of it all. ‘That’s it. I’m never talking again.’
‘You promise?’ asked Wonderful.
‘Why are we bloody here …’ Agrick muttered to himself as he walked off to watch Yon and Athroc training, rubbing the back of his head.
‘I know why I’m here.’ Whirrun had slowly raised one long forefinger, stalk of grass between his teeth thrashing around as he spoke. Craw had thought he was asleep, sprawled out on his back with the hilt of his sword for a pillow. But then Whirrun always looked asleep, and he never was. ‘Because Shoglig told me a man with a bone caught in his throat would…’
‘Lead you to your destiny.’ Wonderful planted her hands on her hips. ‘Aye, we’ve heard it before.’
Craw puffed out his cheeks. ‘Like the care of eight lives weren’t a heavy enough burden, I need a madman’s destiny to weigh me down.’
Whirrun sat up and pushed his hood back. ‘I object to that, I’m not mad in the least. I just … got my own way of seeing things.’
‘A mad way,’ muttered Wonderful under her breath as Whirrun stood, slapped the arse of his stained trousers and dragged his sheathed sword up and over his shoulder.
He frowned, shifted from one leg to the other, then rubbed at his fruits. ‘I’m needing a wee, though. Would you go in the river, or up against one o’ these stones, do you reckon?’
Craw thought about it. ‘River. Up against the stones would seem … disrespectful.’
‘You think there are Gods watching?’
‘How do you tell?’
‘True.’ Whirrun chewed his grass stalk across to the other side of his mouth and started off down the hill. ‘River it is, then. Maybe I’ll give Brack a hand with the fishing. Shoglig used to be able to just talk the fish out of the water and I’ve never quite been able to get the trick of it.’
‘You could hack ’em out with that tree-cutter of yours!’ Wonderful shouted after him.
‘Maybe I will!’ He lifted the Father of Swords high over his head, not much shorter’n a man from pommel to point. ‘High time I killed something!’
Craw wouldn’t have complained if he held off for a spell. Leaving the valley with nothing dead was the sum of his hopes, right then. Which was an odd ambition for a soldier, when you thought about it. Him and Wonderful stood there silent for a while, side by side. Behind them steel squealed as Yon brushed Athroc away and sent him stumbling. ‘Put some effort in, you limp-wristed fuck!’
Craw found himself coming over nostalgic, like he did more and more these days. ‘Colwen loved the sunshine.’
‘That so?’ asked Wonderful, lifting one brow at him.
‘Always mocked at me about sticking to the shade.’
‘That so?’
‘I should’ve married her,’ he muttered.
‘Aye, you should’ve. Why didn’t you?’
‘You told me not to, apart from aught else.’
‘True. She had a sharp old tongue on her. But you don’t usually have trouble ignoring me.’
‘Fair point. Guess I was just too coward to ask.’ And he couldn’t wait to leave. Win a big name with high deeds. He hardly even knew the man who’d thought that way. ‘Didn’t really know what I wanted back then, just thought I didn’t have it, and I could get it with a sword.’
‘Think about her, at all?’ asked Wonderful.
‘Not often.’
‘Liar.’
Craw grinned. She knew him too bloody well. ‘Call it half a lie. I don’t think about her, really. Can’t hardly remember her face half the time. But I think about what my life might’ve been, if I’d taken that path ’stead o’ this.’ Sitting with his pipe, under his porch, smiling at the sunset on the water. He gave a sigh. ‘But, you know, choices made, eh? What about your husband?’
Wonderful took a long breath. ‘Probably he’s getting ready to bring the harvest in about now. The children too.’
‘Wish you were with ’em?’
‘Sometimes.’
‘Liar. How often you been back this year? Twice, is it?’
Wonderful frowned down into the still valley. ‘I go when I can. They know that. They know what I am.’
‘And they still put up with you?’
She was silent a moment, then shrugged. ‘Choices made, eh?’
‘Chief!’ Agrick was hurrying over from the other side of the Heroes. ‘Drofd’s back! And he ain’t alone.’
‘No?’ Craw winced as he worked some movement into his dodgy knee. ‘Who’s he got with him?’
Agrick had a face like a man sat on a thistle. ‘Looked like Caul Shivers.’
‘Shivers?’ growled Yon, head snapping sideways. Athroc seized his moment, stepped around Yon’s drooping shield and kneed him in the fruits. ‘Awwww, you little bastard …’ And Yon went down, eyes bulging.
Craw might’ve laughed half his teeth out any other time, but Shivers’ name had chased the fun right out of him. He strode across the circle of grass, hoping all the way Agrick might’ve got it wrong but knowing it wasn’t likely. Craw’s hopes had a habit of coming out bloodstained, and Caul Shivers was a difficult man to mistake.
Up he came towards the Heroes now, riding up that steep track on the north side of the hill. Craw watched him all the way, feeling like a shepherd watching a storm-cloud blow in.
‘Shit,’ muttered Wonderful.
‘Aye,’ said Craw. ‘Shit.’
Shivers left Drofd to hobble their horses down at the drystone wall and came the rest of the way on foot. He looked at Craw, and Wonderful, and Jolly Yon too, half-ruined face slack as a hanged man’s, the left side not much more’n a great line of burn through that metal eye. A spookier-looking bastard you never did see.
‘Craw.’ Said in his whispery croak.
‘Shivers. What brings you down here?’
‘Dow sent me.’
‘That much I guessed. It’s the why I’m after.’
‘He says you’re to keep hold o’ this hill and watch for the Union.’
‘He told me that already.’ Bit more snappish than Craw had meant. There was a pause. ‘So why send you here?’
Shivers shrugged. ‘To make sure you do it.’
‘Many thanks for the support.’
‘Thank Dow.’
‘I will.’
‘He’ll like that. Have you seen the Union?’
‘Not since Hardbread was up here, four nights ago.’
‘I know Hardbread. Stubborn old prick. He might come back.’
‘If he does there’s only three ways across the river, far as I know.’ Craw pointed ’em out. ‘The Old Bridge over west near the bogs, the new bridge in Osrung and the shallows at the bottom of the hill there. We got eyes on all of ’em, and the valley’s open. We could see a sheep cross the river from here.’
‘Don’t reckon we need to tell Black Dow about a sheep.’ Shivers brought the ruined side of his face close. ‘But we better if the Union come. Maybe we can sing some songs, while we wait?’
‘Can you carry a tune?’ asked Wonderful.
‘Shit, no. Don’t stop me trying, though.’ And he strolled off across the circle of grass, Athroc and Agrick backing away to give him room. Craw couldn’t blame ’em. Shivers was one of those men seemed to have a space around him where you’d better not be.
Craw turned slowly to Drofd. ‘Great.’
The lad held his hands up. ‘What was I supposed to do? Tell him I didn’t want the company? Least you didn’t have to spend two days riding with him, and two nights sleeping next to him at the fire. He never closes that eye,
