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mood to stop every time that happened.
    On and on. Miles and hours. I never saw so many slums and stews....
    "Stop!" Raven flung an arm across my path.
    "What?"
    "Quiet." He listened. I listened. I didn't hear anything. I hadn't seen much during our headlong rush, either. How could Raven be tracking Otto's assailant? I did not doubt that he was, I just couldn't figure it.
    Truth told, nothing Raven did surprised me. Not since the day we met, when he strangled his wife in front of me.
    "We're almost up with him." He peered into the blowing snow. "Go straight ahead, the pace we've been going. You'll catch him in a couple blocks."
    "What? Where're you going?" I was carping at a fading shadow. "Damn you." I took a deep breath, cursed again, drew my sword, and started forward. All I could think was, how am I going to explain if we've got the wrong man?
    Then I saw him in the light from a tavern door. A tall, lean man shuffling dispiritedly, oblivious to his surroundings. Raker? How would I know? Elmo and Otto were the only ones who'd been along on the farm raid....
    Came the dawn. Only they could identify Raker for the rest of us. Otto was wounded and Elmo had not been heard from.... Where was he? Under a blanket of snow in some alley, cold as this hideous night?
    My fright retreated before anger.
    I sheathed my sword and drew a dagger. I kept it hidden inside my cloak. The figure ahead did not glance back as I overtook it, drew even.
    "Rough night, eh, old-timer?"
    He grunted noncommittally. Then he looked at me, eyes narrowing, when I fell into step beside him. He eased away, watched me closely. There was no fear in his eyes. He was sure of himself. Not the sort of old man you found wandering the streets of the slums.
    "What do you want?" It was a calm, straightforward question.
    He did not have to be frightened. I was scared enough for both of us. "You knifed a friend of mine, Raker."
    He halted. A glint of something strange showed in his eye. "The Black Company?"
    I nodded.
    He stared, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "The physician. You're the physician. The one they call Croaker."
    "Glad to meet you." I'm sure my voice sounded stronger than I felt.
    I thought, what the hell do I do now?
    Raker flung his cloak open. A short stabbing sword thrust my way. I slid aside, opened my own cloak, dodged again and tried to draw my sword.
    Raker froze. He caught my eye. His eyes seemed to grow larger, larger.... I was falling into twin grey pools.... A smile tugged the corners of his mouth. He stepped toward me, blade rising....
    And grunted suddenly. A look of total amazement came over his face. I shook his spell, stepped back, came to guard.
    Raker turned slowly, faced the darkness. Raven's knife protruded from his back. Raker reached back and withdrew it. A mewl of pain passed his lips. He glared at the knife, then, ever so softly, began to sing.
    "Move, Croaker!"
    A spell! Fool. I had forgotten what Raker was. I charged.
    Raven arrived at the same instant.

XIII
    I looked at the body. "Now what?"
    Raven knelt, produced another knife. It had a serrated edge. "Somebody claims Soulcatcher's bounty."
    "He'd have a fit."
    "You going to tell him?"
    "No. But what'll we do with it?" There had been times when the Black Company was prosperous, but never when it was rich. Accumulation of wealth is not our purpose.
    "I can use some of it. Old debts. The rest.... Divide it up. Send it back to Beryl. Whatever. It's there. Why let the Taken keep it?"
    I shrugged. "Up to you. I just hope Soulcatcher don't think we crossed him."
    "Only you and me know. I won't tell him." He brushed the snow off the old man's face. Raker was cooling fast.
    Raven used his knife.
    I'm a physician. I've removed limbs. I'm a soldier. I've seen some bloody battlefields. Nevertheless, I was queasy. Decapitating a dead man did not seem right.
    Raven secured our grisly trophy inside his cloak. It didn't bother him. Once, on the way to our part of town, I asked, "Why did we go