Behold, the ox. Too weary to run. Even the cart in its wake clumped in exhaustion. Stolid legs trembled. Mucus slathered down in a gleaming sheet that dragged dusty tendrils between the beast’s front hoofs. The painful clarity of panic was fading, dulling Its eyes once more, and when the two man-things arrived and set down a third body on the bed of the cart, why, this was old business as far as the ox was concerned. At last, the world had recovered its sanity. There were tasks to be done, journeys to complete. Salvation sweeter than mam’s milk.
Tired but content, the beast fell in step beside the man-things.
The two cousins stood on the rooftop, looking out over the city. Conflagrations lit the night sky. A section of the Gadrobi District was aflame, with geysers of burning gas spouting high into the air. A short time earlier a strange atmospheric pressure had descended, driving down the fires-nothing was actually spreading, as far as could be determined, and the detonations had grown more infrequent. Even so, there was no one fighting the flames, which was, all things considered, hardly surprising.
In the courtyard below, Studious Lock was fussing about over the fallen com-pound guards, both of whom had been dragged out on to pallets. Miraculously, both still lived, although, having survived the assassins, there remained the grave chance that they would not survive Studlock’s ministrations. Scorch and Leff had set themselves the task of patrolling outside the estate, street by alley by street by alley, round and round, crossbows at the ready and in states of high excitement.
‘These Hounds,’ said Rallick, ‘are most unwelcome.’
‘It seems walls don’t stop them either. Any idea why they’re here?’
When Rallick did not reply, Torvald glanced over and saw that his cousin was staring up at the shattered moon.
Torvald did not follow his gaze. That mess unnerved him. Would those spinning chunks now begin raining down? Rallick had noted earlier that most of the fragments seemed to heading the other way, growing ever smaller. There was an-other moon that arced a slower path that seemed to suggest it was farther away, and while it appeared tiny its size was in fact unknown. For all anyone knew, it might be another world as big as this one, and maybe now it was doomed to a rain of death. Anyway, Torvald didn’t much like thinking about it.
‘Rallick-’
‘Never mind, Tor. I want you to stay here, within the walls. I doubt there will be any trouble-the Mistress has reawakened her wards.’
‘Tiserra-’
‘Is a clever woman, and a witch besides. She’ll be fine, and mostly will be wor-rying about you. Stay here, cousin, until the dawn.’
‘What about you?’