Plausible, said Grim.
Dows eyes lit up. Plausible. Thats what yare, Dogman. Youre one plausible bastard. I swear, you couldve told em you was Skarling Hoodless his own self and theyd have believed it. Dont know how you can keep a straight face!
Dogman didnt feel too much like laughing. He didnt like looking at them two corpses, still laid out on the stones. Kept worrying that the boyd get cold without his cloak. Damn fool thing to think about, given he was lying in a pool of his own blood a stride across.
Never mind about that, he grunted. Dump these two here and get over by the gate. Dont know when therell be others coming.
Right yare, chief, right yare, whatever you say. Dow heaved the two of them off into the water, then he unhooked the clapper from inside the bell and tossed that into the sea for good measure.
Shame, said Grim.
What is?
Waste of a bell.
Dow blinked at him. Waste of a bell, I swear! You got yourself a lot to say all of a sudden, and you know what? I think I liked you better before. Waste of a bell? You lost your mind, boy?
Grim shrugged. Southerners might want one, when they get here.
They can fucking take a dive for the clapper then, cant they! And Dow snatched up One-Arms spear and strode over to the open gate, one hand stuffed inside his stolen cloak, grumbling to himself. Waste of a bell by the fucking dead
The Dogman stretched up on his toes and unhooked the lamp, held it up, facing the sea, then he lifted one side of his cloak to cover it, brought it down again. Lifted it up, brought it down. One more time and he hooked it flickering back on the pole. Seemed a tiny little flame right then, to warm all their hopes at. A tiny little flame, to be seen all the way out there on the water, but the only one they had.
He was waiting all the time for the whole business to go wrong, for the clamour to go up in the town, for five dozen Carls to come pouring out that open gate and give the three o them the killing they deserved. He was bursting to piss, thinking about it. But they didnt come. No sound but the empty bell creaking on its pole, the cold waves slapping on stone and wood. It was just the way theyd planned it.
The first boat came gliding out the darkness, Shivers grinning in the prow. A score of Carls were pressed into the boat behind him, working the oars real careful, white faces tensed up, teeth gritted with the effort of keeping quiet. Still, every click and clank of wood and metal set the Dogmans nerves to jumping.
Shivers and his boys hung some sacks of straw over the side as they brought the boat in close, stopping the wood scraping on the stones, all thought out the week before. They tossed up ropes and Dogman and Grim caught em, dragged the boat up tight and tied it off. Dogman looked over at Dow, leaning still and easy against the wall by the gate, and he shook his head gently, to say no one was moving in the town. Then Shivers was up the steps, smooth and quiet, squatting down in the darkness.
Nice work, chief, he whispered, smiling right across his face. Nice and neat.
Therell be time to slap each others backs later. Get the rest o them boats tied off.
Right yare. There were more boats coming now, more Carls, more sacks of straw. Shivers boys pulled them in, started dragging men up onto the quay. All kinds of men whod come over the last few weeks. Men who didnt care for Bethods new way of doing things. Soon there was a good crowd of em down by the water. So many Dogman could hardly believe they werent seen.
They formed up into groups, just the way theyd planned, each one with their own chief and their own task. A couple of the lads knew Uffrith and theyd made a plan of the place in the dirt, the way Threetrees used to. Dogman had every one of em learn it. He grinned when he thought of how much Black Dow had carped about that, but it was worth it now. He squatted by the gate, and they came past, one dark and silent group at a time.
Tul was first up, a dozen Carls behind him. Alright, Thunderhead, said Dogman, you got the main gate.
Aye, nodded Tul.
Biggest task o the lot, so try and get it done quiet.
Quiet, you got it.
Luck then, Tul.
Wont need it. And the giant hurried off into the dark streets with his crew behind.
Red Hat, you got the tower by the well and the walls beside.
That I have.
Shivers, you and your boys are keeping a watch on the town square.
Like the owl watches, chief.
And so on, past they went, through the gate and into the dark streets, making no more noise than the wind off the sea and the waves on the dock, Dogman giving each crew their task and slapping em off on their way. Black Dow came up last, and a hard-looking set of men he had behind him.
Dow, you got the headmans hall. Stack it up with some wood, like we said, but dont set fire to it, you hear? Dont kill anyone you dont have to. Not yet.
Not yet, fair enough.
And Dow. He turned back. Dont go bothering any womenfolk either.
What do you think I am? he asked, teeth gleaming in the darkness, Some kind of an animal?
And that was it done. There was just him and Grim, and a few others to watch the water. Uh, said Grim, nodding his head slowly. That was high praise indeed from him.
Dogman pointed over at the pole. Get us that bell, would you? he said. Might have a use for it after all.
By the dead, but it made a sound. Dogman had to half close his eyes, his whole arm trembling as he whacked at the bell with the handle of his knife. He didnt feel too comfortable in amongst all those buildings, squashed in by walls and fences. He hadnt spent much time in towns in his life, and what he had spent he hadnt much enjoyed. Either burning things and causing mischief after a siege, or lying around in Bethods prisons, waiting to be killed.
He blinked round at the jumble of slate roofs, the walls of old grey stone, black wood, dirty grey render, all greasy with the thin rain. Seemed a strange way to live, sleeping in a box, waking all your days in the exact same spot. The idea alone made him restless, as though that bell hadnt got him twitchy enough already. He cleared his throat and set it down on the cobbles beside him. Then he stood there waiting, one hand on the hilt of his sword in a way that he hoped meant business.
Some flapping footfalls came from down a street and a little girl ran out into the square. Her jaw dropped open when she saw them standing there, a dozen men all bearded and armed, Tul Duru in their midst. Probably she never saw a man half so big. She turned around sharp to run the other way, almost slipping over on the slick cobbles. Then she saw Dow sitting on a pile of wood just behind her, leaning back easy against the wall, his drawn sword on his knees, and she froze stone still.
Thats alright, girl, growled Dow. You can stay where yare.
There were more of em coming now, hurrying down into the square from all around, all getting that same shocked look when they saw Dogman and his lads stood waiting. Women and boys, mostly, and a couple of old men. Dragged out o their beds by the bell and still half asleep, eyes red and faces puffy, clothes tangled, armed with whatever was to hand. A boy with a butchers cleaver. An old man all stooped over with a sword looked even older than he was. A girl at the front with a pitch fork and a lot of messy dark hair, had a look on her face reminded Dogman of Shari. Hard and thoughtful, the way she used to look at him before they started lying together. Dogman frowned down at her dirty bare feet, hoping that he wouldnt have to kill her.