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he homeless have the floor did not put money into the coin box； but it did assure some warmth for June's arthritic bones。
Finding free wood in Juniper in winter was harder than finding work。 Shed was amused by Asa's determination to avoid honest employment。
The fire's crackle killed the stillness。 Shed put his grimy rag aside。 He stood behind his mother； hands to the heat。 His fingernails began aching。 He hadn't realized how cold he was。
It was going to be a long； cold winter。 〃Asa； do you have a regular wood source？〃 Shed could not afford fuel。 Nowadays firewood was barged down the Port from far upstream。 It was expensive。 In his youth。 。 。 。
〃No。〃 Asa stared into the flames。 Piney smells spread through the Lily。 Shed worried about his chimney。 Another pine scrap winter； and he hadn't had the chimney swept。 A chimney fire could destroy him。
Things had to turn around soon。 He was over the edge； in debt to his ears。 He was desperate。
〃Shed。〃
He looked to his tables； to his only real paying customer。
〃Raven？〃
〃Refill； if you please。〃
Shed looked for Darling。 She had disappeared。 He cursed softly。 No point yelling。 The girl was deaf； needed signs to municate。 An asset； he had thought when Raven had suggested he hire her。 Countless secrets were whispered in the Lily。 He had thought more whisperers might e if they could speak without fear of being overheard。
Shed bobbed his head； captured Raven's mug。 He disliked Raven； partially because Raven was successful at Asa's game。 Raven had no visible means of support； yet always had money。 Another reason was because Raven was younger； tougher and healthier than the run of the Lily's customers。 He was an anomaly。 The Lily was on the downhill end of the Buskin； close to the waterfront。 It drew all the drunkards； the worn…out whores； the dopers； the derelicts and human flotsam who eddied into that last backwater before the darkness overhauled them。 Shed sometimes agonized； fearing his precious Lily was but a final way station。
Raven did not belong。 He could afford better。 Shed wished he dared throw the man out。 Raven made his skin crawl； sitting at his corner table； dead eyes hammering iron spikes of suspicion into anyone who entered the tavern； cleaning his nails endlessly with a knife honed razor…sharp； speaking a few cold； toneless words whenever anyone took a notion to drag Darling upstairs。 。 。 。 That baffled Shed。 Though there was no obvious connection； Raven protected the girl as though she were his virgin daughter。 What the hell was a tavern slut for； anyway？ Shed shuddered； pushed it out of mind。 He needed Raven。 Needed every paying guest he could get。 He was surviving on prayers。
He delivered the wine。 Raven dropped three coins into his palm。 One was a silver leva。 〃Sir？〃
〃Get some decent firewood in here； Shed。 If I wanted to freeze； I'd stay outside。〃
〃Yes； sir！〃 Shed went to the door； peeked into the street。 Latham's wood yard was just a block away。
The drizzle had bee an icy rain。 The mucky lane was crusting。 〃Going to snow before dark；〃 he informed no one in particular。
〃In or out；〃 Raven growled。 〃Don't waste what warmth there is。〃
Shed slid outside。 He hoped he could reach Latham's before the cold began to ache。
Shapes loomed out of the icefall。 One was a giant。 Both hunched forward； rags around their necks to prevent ice from sliding down their backs。
Shed charged back into the Lily。 〃I'll go out the back way。〃 He signed； 〃Darling； I'm going out。 You haven't seen me since this morning。〃
〃Krage？〃 the girl signed。
〃Krage；〃 Shed admitted。 He dashed into the kitchen； snagged his ragged coat off its hook； wriggled into it。 He fumbled the door latch twice before he got it loose。 An evil grin with three teeth absent greeted him as he leaned into the cold。 Foul breath assaulted his nostrils。 A filthy finger gouged his chest。 〃Going somewhere； Shed？〃
〃Hi； Red。 Just going to see Latham about firewood。〃
〃No； you're not。〃 The finger pushed。 Shed fell back till he was in the mon room。
Sweating； he asked； 〃Cup of wine？〃
〃That's neighborly of you； Shed。 Make it three。〃
〃Three？〃 Shed's voice squeaked。
〃Don't tell me you didn't know Krage is on his way。〃
〃I didn't；〃 Shed lied。
Red's snaggle…toothed smirk said he knew Shed was lying。
Chapter Six： TALLY MIX…UP
You try your damnedest； but something always goes wrong。 That's life。 If you're smart； you plan for it。
Somehow； somebody got away from Madle's； along about the twenty…fifth Rebel who stumbled into our web； when it really looked like Neat had done us a big favor； summoning the local hierarchy to a conference。 Looking backward； it is hard to fix blame。 We all did our jobs。 But there are limits to how alert you stay under extended stress。 The man who disappeared probably spent hours plotting his break。 We did not notice his absence for a long time。
Candy figured it out。 He threw his cards in at the tail of a hand； said； 〃We're minus a body； troops。 One of those pig farmers。 The little guy who looked like a pig。〃
I could see the table from the corner of my eye。 I grunted。 〃You're right。 Damn。 Should have taken a head count after each trip to the well。〃
The table was behind Pawnbroker。 He did not turn around。 He waited a hand； then ambled to Madle's counter and bought a crock of beer。 While his rambling distracted the locals； I made rapid signs with my fingers； in deaf…speech。 〃Better be ready for a raid。 They know who we are。 I shot my mouth off。〃
The Rebel would want us bad。 The Black pany has earned a widespread reputation as a successful eradicator of the Rebel pestilence； wherever it appears。 Though we are not as vicious as reputed； news of our ing strikes terror wherever we go。 The Rebel often goes to ground； abandoning his operations； where we appear。
Yet here were four of us； separated from our panions； evidently unaware that we were at risk。 They would try。 The question at hand was how hard。
We did have cards up our sleeves。 We never play fair if we can avoid it。 The pany philosophy is to maximize effectiveness while minimizing risk。
The tall； dark man rose； left his shadow； stalked toward the stair to the sleeping rooms。 Candy snapped； 〃Watch him； Otto。〃 Otto hurried after him； looking feeble in the man's wake。 The locals watched； wondering。
Pawnbroker used signs to ask； 〃What now？〃
〃We wait；〃 Candy said aloud； and with signs added； 〃Do what we were sent to do。〃
〃Not much fun； being live bait；〃 Pawnbroker signed back。 He studied the stair nervously。 〃Set Otto up with a hand；〃 he suggested。
I looked at Candy。 He nodded。 〃Why not？ Give him about seventeen。〃 Otto would go down first time around every time if he had less than twenty。 It was a good percentage bet。
I quick figured the cards in my head； and grinned。 I could give him seventeen and have enough low cards left to give each of us a hand that would burn him。 〃Give me those cards。〃
I hurried through the deck； building hands。 〃There。〃 Nobody had higher than a five。 But Otto's hand had higher cards than the others。
Candy grinned。 〃Yeah。〃