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r Feather's fall。
The Limper； meantime； broke off hunting escapees to help fight the fire in the Buskin。 With his aid it was controlled within hours。 Without him the entire district might have burned。
Elmo got two of the fugitives。 The third vanished utterly。 When the hunt resumed with the help of the Taken； no trace could be found。
Whisper maintained her attack till she exhausted her resources。 That came well after sunrise。 The fortress looked more like a giant hunk of slag than a castle； yet she had not overe it。 One…Eye； when he came around seeking more tools； told me there was plenty of activity inside。
Chapter Thirty…Seven： JUNIPER： THE CALM
I caught a two…hour nap。 The Lieutenant allowed half the troops and workers the same； then the other half。 When I wakened； I found few changes； except that the Captain had sent Pockets over to establish a field hospital。 Pockets had been down in the Buskin； trying to win friends with free medical attention。 I looked in； found only a handful of patients and the situation under control； went on to check the siegework。
The Lieutenant had repaired the gap in the palisade and trench。 He had extended both； intending to take them all the way around； despite the difficulty of the nether slope。 New； heavier missile weapons were under construction。
He was not content to rely upon the Taken to reduce the place。 He did not trust them to do the necessary。
Sometime during my brief sleep； drafts of Candy's prisoners came up。 But the Lieutenant did not permit the civilians to leave。 He put them to gathering earth while he scoped out a site for building a ramp。
I suggested； 〃You'd better get some sleep。〃
〃Need to ride herd；〃 he said。 He had a vision。 His talent had gone unused for years。 He wanted this。 I suspect he found the Taken an irritation； despite the formidable nature of the black castle。
〃It's your show；〃 I said。 〃But you won't be much good if they hit back and you're too exhausted to think straight。〃
We were municating on a level outside words。 Weariness had us all fragmented and choppy； neither our thoughts nor actions nor speech moving logically or linearly。 He nodded curtly。 〃You're right。〃 He surveyed the slope。 〃Seems to be clicking。 I'll go down to the hospital。 Have somebody get me if something happens。〃
The hospital tent was the nearest place out of the sun。 It was a bright； clear； intense day； promising to be unseasonably warm。 I looked forward to that。 I was tired of shivering。 〃Will do。〃
He was right about things running smoothly。 They usually do once the men know what has to be done。
From the viewpoint of the Limper； who again had the air patrol； the slope must have looked like an overturned anthill。 Six hundred pany troops were supervising the efforts of ten times as many men from the city。 The road uphill carried so much traffic it was being destroyed。 Despite the night's excitement and their lack of sleep； I found the men in excellent spirits。
They had been on the march so long； doing nothing else； that they had developed a big store of violent energy。 It was pouring out now。 They worked with an eagerness which infected the locals。 Those seemed pleased to participate in a task which required the concerted efforts of thousands。 Some of the more thoughtful mentioned that Juniper had mounted no major munal effort in generations。 One man suggested that that was why the city had gone to seed。 He believed the Black pany and its attack on the black castle would be great medicine for a moribund body politic。
That； however； was not a majority opinion。 Candy's prisoners； especially； resented being used as a labor force。 They represented a strong potential for trouble。
I have been told I always look at the dark underbelly of tomorrow。 Possibly。 You're less likely to be disappointed that way。
The excitement I expected did not materialize for days。 The castle creatures seemed to have pulled their hole in after them。 We eased the pace slightly； ceased working as if everything had to be done before tomorrow。
The Lieutenant pleted the circumvallation； including the back slope； looping around One…Eye's excavation。 He then broke the front wall and began building his ramp。 He did not use many mantlets； for he designed it to provide its own shielding。 It rose steeply at our end； with steps constructed of stone from demolished buildings。 The work crews downtown were now pulling down structures ruined in the fire following Feather's crash。 There were more materials than could be used in the siege。 Candy's outfit was salvaging the best to use in new housing planned for the cleared sites。
The ramp would rise till it overtopped the castle by twenty feet； then it would descend to the wall。 The work went faster than I expected。 So did One…Eye's project。 He found a bination of spells which turned stone soft enough to be worked easily。 He soon reached a point beneath the castle。
Then he ran into the material that looked like obsidian。 And could go no farther。 So he started spreading out。
The Captain himself came over。 I had been wondering what he was doing。 I asked。
〃Finding ways to keep people busy；〃 he said。 He shambled around erratically。 If we did not pay attention； we found ourselves wandering off after he made some sudden turn and went to inspect something apparently trivial。 〃Damned Whisper is turning me into a military governor。〃
〃Uhm？〃
〃What； Croaker？〃
〃I'm the Annalist； remember？ Got to get this all down somewhere。〃
He frowned； eyeballed a barrel of water set aside for animals。 Water was a problem。 A lot had to be hauled to augment the little we caught during the occasional shower。 〃She has me running the city。 Doing what the Duke and city fathers should。〃 He kicked a rock and said nothing more till it stopped rolling。 〃Guess I'm coping。 Isn't anybody in town who isn't working。 Aren't getting paid anything but keep； but they're working。 Even got people lined up with projects they want done as long as we're making people work。 The Custodians are driving me crazy。 Can't tell them all their clean…ups may be pointless。〃
I caught an odd note in that。 It underscored a feeling I'd had already； that he was depressed about what was happening。
〃Why's that？〃
He glanced around。 No natives were within earshot。 〃Just a guess； mind。 Nobody's put it in words。 But I think the Lady plans to loot the Catabs。〃
〃People aren't going to like that。〃
〃I know。 You know； I know； even Whisper and Limper know。 But we don't give the orders。 There's talk about how the Lady is short of money。〃
In all the years we'd been in her service we'd never missed a payday。 The Lady played that straight。 The troops got paid； be they mercenaries or regulars。 I suspect the various outfits could tolerate a few delays。 It's almost a tradition for manders to screw their troops occasionally。
Most of us didn't much care about money； anyway。 We tended toward inexpensive and limited tastes。 I suppose attitudes would shift if we had to do without； though。
〃Too many men under arms on too many frontiers；〃 the Captain mused。 〃Too much expansion too fast for too long。