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uncertain how to use their limbs, but they came at a fast march.
    And they
were
marching, organized, falling into ranks as the landscape permitted. They were unevenly armed—some had swords, maces, or spears, but more than half had crude clubs or no weapons at all—but there were a lot of them, many times more than their thirty.
    What surprised Mazgar most were their eyes. She had heard the rumors that an army of corpses walked beneath the flying city. She had imagined them as dumb, cattle-eyed beasts. What she saw as they drew near was something different, a glitter of malicious intelligence, a dark joy in the harm they promised.
    “They’re coming up from the south, too,” someone shouted.
    That was bad news. They’d left the horses and most of the supplies down there, not to mention their remaining six soldiers to guard them.
    “Form up,” Captain Falcus hollered. “We’ve got fighting to do.”
    “I thought they were supposed to be under the island,” Mazgar said. “These are a long way from it.”
    “Well,” Brennus replied, “there’s the value of scouting, eh? Now we know something we didn’t before. They can send their troops out. Way out.”
    “We can’t let them trap us up here,” Falcus said. “We’re going to have to pick a direction and cut through.”
    “South takes us home, Captain,” Merthun the Wall shouted.
    “South it is,” the captain said. “Re-form, now.”
    Mazgar moved to the back of the formation, along with Jarrow, Merthun, and Coals. She pulled her shield off her back and got ready, watching the rotting things approach.
    “And you thought this wasn’t going to be any fun,” Brennus said, at her back.
    Falcus shouted, and the phalanx started moving behind her. Mazgar and her line walked backward, slowly. The dead sped up, and when they were six yards away, they charged.
    She howled, and Sister swung at something that had once been a two-legged lizard. The sword smashed into its head and it split open, spilling maggots and putrescence all around her. The body came on, and so she slashed at it, still retreating.
    Just up the line she heard Jarrow curse and gurgle.
    “Jarrow’s down,” Merthun shouted. “Close the gap.”
    They fell back, yard by yard, leaving a wake of rotting, twitching parts. She saw Jarrow’s body, facedown, receding.
    Then she saw him start to rise, surrounded by the things.
    “Jarrow’s still alive!” she bellowed.
    “He’s not,” Merthun shouted back, his huge hammer rising and falling into the line of the enemy.
    “But—” she began. Then she saw Jarrow’s wound and the dark gleam in his eye, and knew it wasn’t him anymore.
    “Well, that’s no good,” Brennus opined.
    “There’s the south line,” Falcus shouted. “Double time, soldiers. Rearguard, keep them off. We break through or die.”
    “I’m not dying here,” Mazgar snarled, and let Sister do her work.

ONE

    Wind opened Colin’s eyes, but it was the unfastened window that sped his heart, and the utter lack of sound that sent his fingers to the knife under his mattress. A hand met his there and gripped his wrist, hard. He swung over to kick at the vague shadow, but he was grasped at the ankles as well, and a bag was forced over his head, followed by a return to sleep that would have been gentle if part of him wasn’t screaming to the rest that he wouldn’t ever wake up.
    He did wake again, however. The bag and the cloying scent of somniculous remained, but the drug itself was obviously dissipated. He was lying on a hard but inconstant surface, and he soon recognized by the motion that he was in a boat, on water. His hands and feet were efficiently bound. His captors did not speak, but he could hear their breathing and exertions at the oars. He couldn’t make out anything through the sack except light, but he felt the sun on his skin and guessed it was approaching midday.
    Not much later, there was a bit of jostling and then the shock of the boat coming on shore.