Penric and the Shaman: Penric & Desdemona Book 2 by Lois McMaster Bujold

Author:Lois McMaster Bujold [Bujold, Lois McMaster]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spectrum Literary Agency, Inc.
Published: 2016-06-22T21:00:00+00:00

IX

Inglis used his stick to climb to his full height, although his right leg, much abused by the trip down the mountain this morning, threatened to buckle from the pain. The man before him seemed a blond apparition, inexplicable. “Go away,” Inglis tried.

The intruder just tilted his head. “Good attempt, wolf-man. A bit misdirected. Although wouldn’t ‘Give me your horse’ seem more to the point?”

How did he know…? And then, however badly his powers were crippled, Inglis recognized the fellow for what he was. And, five gods, or should that oath be Bastard’s teeth!, he was. His spirit-density was stunning. “Sorcerer.” Inglis was confounded by hope and fear. And by hurt, and heartache, and exhaustion, and his long, futile flight. “Temple, or hedge?” Or, five gods help them all, rider or ridden? Surely any demon so powerful must be ascendant? Could Inglis persuade it to…

“Temple through and through, I’m afraid. You are not more surprised than I was.” He glanced aside at Arrow, who had shifted to stand at Inglis’s right hand. “How did you come by one of Scuolla’s dogs?”

“It found me. Up on the mountain. When I was lost, trying to find a shortcut to the Carpagamo road. It won’t stop following me.” Wait, how did he know of Scuolla?

“Ah. Huh.” The blond man’s lips crooked up in a smile of… dismay? “Did it bring you here, do you think?”

“I… don’t know.” Had it? He glanced down at the big dog, his companion for days. Inglis had assumed the animal was attracted to him because he was a shaman invested, and it had somehow confused him with its prior master. Maker. “I came looking for…” He hardly knew what, anymore.

“You came looking for Acolyte Gallin, I understand. Why?”

“An old woman up at the summer grazing camp told me that he knew Scuolla. I thought he might know… something.”

“Did you know Scuolla has been dead under a rock fall for the past two months?”

“I was told that, too.”

“And did she tell you that he was a hedge shaman?”

“No. I… guessed it. From the dog.”

“Hm.” The sorcerer seemed to come to some decision. “I have a senior locator outside, who has ridden all the way from Easthome in pursuit of you. Do you surrender? No more shaman tricks, no running away?”

What could this man do if he refused? “I’m not running anywhere.” Inglis grimaced. “I mangled my leg on the mountain.”

The sorcerer looked him up and down. “Ah. I see. Yes, mountains will do that.”

Inglis hung on his staff, feeling sick. “They in Easthome seek me as a murderer?”

“Locator Oswyl is a very precise man. I’m sure he’d say he seeks you as a suspected murderer. No one is going to hang you on the spot, you know, without all those judicial ceremonies his Order is so fond of. Everyone has to dress up, first. Not to mention what could be some fraught theological complications.” He added, “I think you had better give me your knife, for now.”

“NO.”

He went on

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