But he reckoned it might last longer.
‘Feels good.’ As he watched the soldier and the girl make their way across the bridge to the south bank, his arm around her. ‘Making a few folk happier, in the midst o’ this. Feels damn good.’
‘It does.’
‘Makes you wonder why a man chooses to do what we do.’
Hardbread took in a heavy breath. ‘Too coward to do aught else, maybe.’
‘You might be right.’ The woman and the officer faded into darkness, the last few wounded shambling after. Craw pushed himself away from the parapet and slapped the damp from his hands. ‘Right, then. Back to it, eh?’
‘Back to it.’
‘Good to see you, Hardbread.’
‘Likewise.’ The old warrior turned away and followed the others back towards the south side of the town. ‘Don’t get killed, eh?’ he tossed over his shoulder.
‘I’ll try to avoid it.’
Shivers was waiting at the north end of the bridge, offering out Craw’s sword. The sight of his eye gleaming in his lopsided smile was enough to chase any soft feelings away sharp as a rabbit from a hunter.
‘You ever thought about a patch?’ asked Craw, as he took his sword and slid it through his belt.
‘Tried one for a bit.’ Shivers waved a finger at the mass of scar around his eye. ‘Itched like a bastard. I thought, why wear it just to make other fuckers more comfortable? If I can live with having this face, they can live with looking at it. That or they can get fucked.’
‘You’ve a point.’ They walked on through the gathering gloom in silence for a moment. ‘Sorry to take the job.’
Shivers said nothing.
‘Leading Dow’s Carls. More’n likely you should’ve had it.’
Shivers shrugged. ‘I ain’t greedy. I’ve seen greedy, and it’s a sure way back to the mud. I just want what’s owed. No more and no less. A little respect.’
‘Don’t seem too much to ask. Anyway, I’ll only be doing it while the battle’s on, then I’m done. I daresay Dow’ll want you for his Second then.’
‘Maybe.’ Another stretch of silence, then Shivers turned to look at him. ‘You’re a decent man, aren’t you, Craw? Folk say so. Say you’re a straight edge. How d’you stick at it?’
Craw didn’t feel like he’d stuck at it too well at all. ‘Just try to do the right thing, I reckon. That’s all.’
‘Why? I tried it. Couldn’t make it root. Couldn’t see the profit in it.’
‘There’s your problem. Anything good I done, and the dead know there ain’t much, I done for its own sake. Got to do it because you want to.’
‘It ain’t no kind o’ sacrifice if you want to do it, though, is it? How does doing what you want make you a fucking hero? That’s just what I do.’
Craw could only shrug. ‘I haven’t got the answers. Wish I did.’
Shivers turned the ring on his little finger thoughtfully round and round, red stone glistening. ‘Guess it’s just about getting through each day.’
‘Those are the times.’
‘You think other times’ll be any different?’
‘We can hope.’
‘Craw!’ His own name echoed at him and Craw whipped around, frowning into the darkness, wondering who he’d upset recently. Pretty much everyone, was the answer. He’d made a shitpile of enemies the moment he said yes to Black Dow. His hand strayed to his sword again, which at least was in the sheath this time around. Then he smiled. ‘Flood! I seem to run into men I know all over the damn place.’
‘That’s what it is to be an old bastard.’ Flood stepped over with a grin of his own, and a limp of his own too.
‘Knew there had to be an upside to it. You know Caul Shivers, do you?’
‘By reputation.’
Shivers showed his teeth. ‘It’s a fucking beauty, ain’t it?’
‘How’s the day been over here with Reachey?’ asked Craw.
‘It’s been bloody,’ was Flood’s answer. ‘Had a few young lads calling me Chief. Too young. All but one back to the mud.’
‘Sorry to hear that.’
‘Me too. But it’s a war. Thought I might come back over to your dozen, if you’ll have me, and I thought I might bring this one with me.’ Flood jerked his thumb at someone else. A big lad, hanging back in the shadows, wrapped up in a stained green cloak. He was looking at the ground, dark hair across his forehead so Craw couldn’t see much more’n the gleam of one eye in the dark. He’d a good sword at his belt, though, gold on the hilt. Craw saw the gleam of that quick enough. ‘He’s a good hand. Earned his name today.’
‘Congratulations,’ said Craw.
The lad didn’t speak. Not full of bragging and vinegar like some might be who’d won a name that day. Like Craw had been the day he won his, for that matter. Craw liked to see it. He didn’t need any fiery tempers landing everyone in the shit. Like his had landed him in the shit, years ago.
‘What about it then?’ Flood asked. ‘You got room for us?’
‘Room? I can’t remember ever having more’n ten in the dozen, and there’s not but six now.’
‘Six? What happened to ’em all?’
Craw winced .‘About the same as happened to your lot. About what usually happens. Athroc got killed up at the Heroes day before yesterday. Agrick a day later. Brack died this morning.’
There was a bit of a silence. ‘Brack died?’
‘In his sleep,’ said Craw. ‘From a bad leg.’
‘Brack’s back to the mud.’ Flood shook his head. ‘That’s a tester. Didn’t think he’d ever die.’
‘Nor me. The Great Leveller’s lying in wait for all of us, no doubt, and he takes no excuses and makes no exceptions.’
‘None,’ whispered Shivers.
‘’Til then, we could certainly use the pair o’ you, if Reachey’ll let you go.’
Flood nodded. ‘He said he would.’
‘All right then. You ought to know Wonderful’s running the dozen for now, though.’
‘She is?’
‘Aye. Dow offered me charge of his Carls.’
‘You’re Black Dow’s Second?’
‘Just ’til the battle’s done.’
Flood puffed out his cheeks. ‘What happened to never sticking your neck out?’
‘Didn’t take my own advice. Still want in?’
‘Why not?’
‘Happy to have you back, then. And your lad too, if you say he’s up to it.’
‘Oh, he’s up to it, ain’t you boy?’
The boy didn’t say a thing.
‘What’s your name?’ asked Craw.
‘Beck.’
Flood thumped him on the arm. ‘Red Beck. Best get used to using the whole thing, eh?’
The lad looked a bit sick, Craw thought. Small wonder, given the state of the town. Must’ve been quite a scrap he’d been through. Quite an introduction to the bloody business. ‘Not much of a talker, eh? Just as well. We got more’n enough talk with Wonderful and Whirrun.’
‘Whirrun of Bligh?’ asked the lad.
‘That’s right. He’s one of the dozen. Or the half-dozen, leastways. Do you reckon I need to give him the big speech?’ Craw asked Flood. ‘You know, the one I gave you when you joined up, ’bout looking out for your crew and your Chief, and not getting killed, and doing the right thing, and all that?’
Flood looked at the lad, and shook his head. ‘You know what, I think he learned today the hard way.’
‘Aye,’ said Craw. ‘Reckon we all did. Welcome to the dozen, then, Red Beck.’
The lad just blinked.
One Day More
It was the same path she had ridden up the night before. The same winding route up the windswept hillside to the barn where her father had made his headquarters. The same view out over the darkened valley, filled with the pinprick lights of thousands of fires, lamps, torches, all glittering in the wet at the corners of her sore eyes. But everything felt different. Even though Hal was riding beside her, close enough to touch, jawing away to fill the silence, she felt alone.