The Tower of Fear by Glen Cook

Author:Glen Cook [Cook, Glen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780765358974
Publisher: Tor
Published: 1989-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

Arif did not sleep at all. He sat in the great cage and cried, a slave tobewilderment and terror.

The Witch slept a deeper sleep than ever she had slept. She had spent toolavishly of her physical resources. She would be longer than usual comingback.

Aaron did nothing but trudge along silently, heading home, head bent in therain. Rainwater trickled down the back of his neck and carried the salt of nervous sweat into the abrasions on his face. Naszif seemed content to carryon without conversation. They had a job to do, they knew what it was, andthere was no need to belabor it with false chatter or to burden it with insincere camaraderie.

This was an alliance of necessity, not of love.

The rainfall was still something short of a full drizzle but it had beenfalling long enough to wash away the city's patina of dust and get started onthe layers of grime underneath. Char Street was thoroughly wet and slick.

Aaron heard the occasional gurgle from the sewer. Some water had begun toaccumulate in the channel.

Much more would be needed to cleanse it. This little bit would just stirthings up and make the stench riper.

Much more would be needed to fill the reservoirs and rain barrels of Qushmarrah, all of which were low. There was talk about a public works projectto recover more of the water from the springs that fed Goat Creek.

Aaron would have said these things to another companion, or another might havesaid them to him.

Two Herodian soldiers remained on guard inside Aaron's home. They had notbeen frugal with his candles, which exasperated him, but neither had theyrobbed him, so he supposed he could count himself lucky. Naszif dismissedthem.

Aaron latched the door, lay down with hopes of getting some rest.

That was impossible, and not just because Naszifs pacing bothered him. Goblinsof fear pranced and wrestled and giggled through the caverns of his mind. Nomatter where he turned his thoughts, he encountered a haunted shadow.

It was like those nights in the pass six years ago when he had not been ableto sleep nights for fear of the events of the following day.

Naszifs restlessness did not help.

Aaron gave it up after a while, got up, tried to put some of his nervousenergy to work. For years he had been meaning to take the sensible precautionof installing a peephole in the door. Putting one in now seemed an appropriateact of self-flagellation. He was surprised to find that it had started gettinglight out, that the fog had begun to retreat despite continued rainfall, thatChar Street had begun to come to life.

Before he finished his chore a dozen nosy neighbors had dropped by to ask whathad happened during the night. The daily incursion of the Dartar hordeoccurred, and they proceeded with their siege of the Shu maze and the sealingof its exits as if for them there was no higher purpose. Elsewhere, he knew, soldiers and horsemen were marching out to meet the Turoks, and the Herodianwar fleet was making preparations to catch the morning tide. And ambitious andevil men were scheming schemes.

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