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Jarek smiled proudly. Darll snorted.
The Wolf brothers looked down from the perch on top
of the cart. "Want us to roll another off?" Fenris asked
eagerly.
"Say when," Fanris added.
Graym shook his head. "Let's take inventory first."
The Wolf brothers slid cautiously off the wagon. They
looked (and claimed) to be several years older than Jarek,
but no one would ever know their real age until one of them
washed, which was hardly likely. From their narrow beetle-
browed eyes to their black boots, they looked wickedly
dangerous.
A songbird whistled, and the two jumped and crouched
low behind the wagon wheel.
"Don't crawl underneath," Graym pleaded. "That's how
you tipped it the last time. It's all right now. The bad men
are gone. And they weren't that bad, once we got their
weapons away from them."
"We? WE?" Darll demanded.
"I helped," Jarek said proudly. "I threw a rock at one.
You did most of it," he added honestly. "But you should
have. You're supposed to be a great mercenary."
"I'm SUPPOSED to be your prisoner" Darll said
bitingly.
Graym put a hand on Darll's shoulder. "Don't take it so
hard, sir. You're the Bailey of Sarem's prisoner. We're just
transporting you to Krinneor." He patted Darll. "Think of
us as company."
"I think of you," Darll said bitterly, "the way I'd think
of the underside of an owlbear's - "
"I'm going to be a mercenary like you someday," Jarek
broke in.
Fenris came out from behind the wagon wheel. He
looked worried
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