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I often wonder what became of him。 His declared intent was to flee so far no one could find him again。 He did not care about politics。 He just wanted to protect a child he loved。 He was capable of doing anything to protect Darling。 I guess he thought the papers might turn into insurance someday。
In the Guard headquarters there are a dozen landscapes painted by past members of the garrison。 Most portray the Barrowland。 It was magnificent in its day。 It had consisted of a central Great Barrow on a north…south axis； containing the Dominator and his Lady。 Surrounding the Great Barrow was a star of earth raised above the plain； outlined by a deep； water…filled moat。 At the points of that star stood lesser barrows containing five of The Ten Who Were Taken。 A circle rising above the star connected its inward points； and there； at each； stood another barrow containing another Taken。 Every barrow was surrounded by spells and fetishes。 Within the inner ring； around the Great Barrow； were rank on rank of additional defenses。 The last was a dragon curled around the Great Barrow； its tail in its mouth。 A later painting by an eyewitness shows the dragon belching fire on the countryside the night of the Lady's resurrection。 Bomanz is walking into the fire。
He was caught between Resurrectionists and the Lady； all of whom were manipulating him。 His accident was their premeditated event。 The records say his wife survived。 She said he went into the Barrowland to stop what was happening。 No one believed her at the time。 She claimed he carried the Lady's true name and wanted to reach her with it before she could wriggle free。
Silent； One…Eye and Goblin will tell you the direst fear of any sorcerer is that knowledge of his true name will fall to some outsider。 Bomanz's wife claimed the Lady's was encoded in papers her husband possessed。 Papers that vanished that night。 Papers that I recovered decades later。 What Raven snatched may contain the only lever capable of dumping the empire。
Back to the Barrowland in its youth。 Impressive construction。 Its weather faces were sheathed in limestone。 The moat was broad and blue。 The surrounding countryside was park…like。 。 。 。 But fear of the Dominator faded； and so did appropriations。 A later painting； contemporary with Bomanz； shows the countryside gone to seed； the limestone facings in disrepair； and the moat being a swamp。 Today you can't tell where the moat was。 The limestone has disappeared beneath brush。 The elevations and barrows are nothing but humps。 That part of the Great Barrow where the Dominator lies remains in fair shape； though it； too； is heavily overgrown。 Some of the fetishes anchoring the spells keeping his friends away still stand； but weather has devoured their features。
The edge of the Barrowland is now marked by stakes trailing red flags； put there when the Lady announced she was sending outsiders to investigate。 The Guards themselves； having lived there always； need no markers to warn them off。 I enjoyed my month and a half there。 I indulged my curiosities； and found Feather and Whisper remarkably accessible。
That hadn't been true of the old Taken。 Too； the mander of the Guard； called the Monitor； bragged up his mand's past； which stretches back as far as the pany's。 We swapped lies and tales over many a gallon
of beer。
During the fifth week someone discovered something。 We peons were not told what。 But the Taken got excited。 Whisper started lifting in more of the pany。 The reinforcements told harrowing fables about the Plain of Fear and the Empty Hills。 The pany was at Lords now； only five hundred miles distant。
At the end of the sixth week Whisper assembled us and announced another move。 〃The Lady wants me to take some of you out west。 A force of twenty…five。 Elmo； you'll be in mand。 Feather and I； some experts； and several language specialists will join you。 Yes； Croaker。 You're on the list。 She wouldn't deny her favorite amateur historian； would she？〃
A thrill of fear。 I didn't want her getting interested again。
〃Where're we headed？〃 Elmo asked。 Professional to the core； the son…of…a…bitch。 Not a single plaint。
〃A city called Juniper。 Way beyond the western bounds of the empire。 It's connected with the Barrowland somehow。 It's a ways north； too。 Expect it to be cold and prepare accordingly。〃
Juniper？ Never heard of it。 Neither had anyone else。 Not even the Monitor。 I scrounged through his maps till I found one showing the western coast。 Juniper was way up north； near where the ice persists all year long。 It was a big city。 I wondered how it could exist there； where it should be frozen all the time。 I asked Whisper。 She seemed to know something about the place。 She said Juniper benefits from an ocean current that brings warm water north。 She said the city is very strange…according to Feather； who'd actually been there。
I approached Feather next； only hours before our departure。 She couldn't tell me much more； except that Juniper is the demense of a Duke Zimerlan； and he appealed to the Lady a year ago （just a while before the Captain's courier letter would have left Charm） for help solving a local problem。 That someone had approached the Lady； when the world's desire is to keep her far away； argued that we faced interesting times。 I wondered about the connection with the Barrowland。
The negative was that Juniper was so far away。 I was pleased that I would be there when the Captain learned he was expected to head there after resting in Oar； though。
Could be I'd hear his howl of outrage even from that far。 I knew he wouldn't be happy。
Chapter Thirteen： JUNIPER： THE ENCLOSURE
Shed slept badly for weeks。 He dreamt of black glass walls and a man who hadn't been dead。 Twice Raven asked him to join a night hunt。 Twice he refused。 Raven did not press； though they both knew Shed would jump if he insisted。 Shed prayed that Raven would get rich and disappear。 He remained a constant irritant to the conscience。
Damnit； why didn't Krage go after him？
Shed couldn't figure why Raven remained unperturbed by Krage。 The man was neither a fool nor stupid。 The alternative； that he wasn't scared； made no sense。 Not to a Matron Shed。 Asa remained on Krage's payroll； but visited regularly； bringing firewood。 By the wagonload； sometimes。 〃What're you up to？〃 Shed demanded one day。 〃Trying to build credit；〃 Asa admitted。 Krage's guys don't like me much。〃
〃Hardly anybody does； Asa。〃
〃They might try something nasty。 。。。〃
〃Want a place to hide when they turn on you； eh？ What're you doing for Krage？ Why is he bothering with you？〃
Asa hemmed and hawed。 Shed pushed。 Here was a man he could bully。 〃I watch Raven； Shed。 I report what he does。〃
Shed snorted。 Krage was using Asa because he was expendable。 He'd had two men disappear early on。 Shed thought he knew where they were。 Sudden fear。 Suppose Asa reported Raven's night adventures？ Suppose he'd seen Shed。 。 。 。
Impossible。 Asa couldn't have kept quiet。 Asa spent his life looking for leverage。
〃You've been spending a lot lately； Asa。 Where are you getting the money？〃
Asa turned pale。 He looked around； gobbled a few