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Chapter Nine：THE PLAIN OF FEAR
The Lieutenant himself stirred me out。 〃Elmo's back； Croaker。 Eat some breakfast； then report to the conference room。〃 He was a sour man getting sourer every day。 Sometimes I regret having voted for him after the Captain died in Juniper。 But the Captain wished it。 It was his dying request。
〃Be there soonest；〃 I said； piling out without my customary growl。 I grabbed clothing； stirred papers； silently mocked myself。 How often did I doubt voting for the Captain himself？ Yet when he wanted to resign； we did not let him。
My quarters look nothing like a physician's den。 The walls are floor to ceiling with old books。 I have read most； after having studied the languages in which they are written。 Some are as old as the pany itself； recounting ancient histories。 Some are noble genealogies； stolen from widely dispersed old temples and civil offices。 The rarest； and most interesting； chronicle the rise and growth of the Domination。
The rarest of all are those in TelleKurre。 The followers of the White Rose were not gentle victors。 They burned books and cities； transported women and children； profaned ancient works of art and famous shrines。 The customary afterglow of a great conflagration。 So there is little left to key one into the languages and thinking and history of the losers。 Some of the most plainly written documents I possess remain totally inaccessible。
How I wish Raven were with us still； instead of dwelling among the dead men。 He had a passing familiarity with written TelleKurre。 Few outside the Lady's intimate circle do。
Goblin stuck his head in。 〃You ing or not？〃
I cried on his shoulder。 It was the old lament。 No progress。 He laughed。 〃Go blow in your girlfriend's ear。 She might help。〃
〃When will you guys let up？〃 It had been fifteen years since I wrote my last simpleminded romance about the Lady。 That was before the long retreat which led the Rebel to his doom before the Tower at Charm。 They do not let you forget。
〃Never； Croaker。 Never。 Who else has spent the night with her？ Who else goes carpet…flying with her？〃
I would rather forget。 Those were times of terror； not romance。
She became aware of my annalistic endeavors and asked me to show her side。 More or less。 She did not censor or dictate； but did insist I remain factual and impartial。 I recall thinking she expected defeat； wanted an unbiased history set down somewhere。
Goblin glanced at the mound of documents。 〃You can't get any handle on it？〃
〃I don't think there is a handle。 Everything I do translate turns out a big nothing。 Somebody's expense record。 An appointment calendar。 A promotions list。 A letter from some officer to a friend at court。 Everything way older than what I'm looking for。〃
Goblin raised an eyebrow。
〃I'll keep on trying。〃 There was something there。 We took them from Whisper； when she was a Rebel。 They meant a lot to her。 And our mentor then； Soulcatcher； thought them of empire…toppling significance。
Thoughtfully； Goblin remarked； 〃Sometimes the whole is greater than the sum of its parts。 Maybe you should look for what ties it all together。〃
The thought had occurred to me。 A name here； there； elsewhere； revealing the wake of someone through his or her earlier days。 Maybe I would find it。 The et would not return for a long time。
But I had my doubts。
Darling is a young thing yet； just into her middle twenties。 But the bloom of youth has abandoned her。 Hard years have piled on hard years。 There is little feminine about her。 She had no chance to develop in that direction。 Even after two years on the Plain none of us think of her as woman。
She is tall； maybe two inches under six feet。 Her eyes are a washed…out blue that often seems vacant； but they bee swords of ice when she is thwarted。 Her hair is blonde； as from much exposure to the sun。 Without continuous attention it hangs in straggles and strings。 Not vain； she keeps it shorter than is stylish。 In dress； too； she leans toward the utilitarian。 Some first…time visitors are offended because she dresses so masculine。 But she leaves them with no doubts that she can handle business。
Her role came to her unwanted； but she has made peace with it； has assumed it with stubborn determination。 She shows a wisdom remarkable for her age； and for one handicapped as she is。 Raven taught her well during those few years he was her guardian。
She was pacing when I arrived。 The conference room is earth…sided； smokey； crowded even when empty。 It smells of long occupation by too many unclean men。 The old messenger from Oar was there。 So were Tracker and Corder and several other outsiders。 Most of the pany were present。 I finger…signed a greeting。 Darling gave me a sisterly hug； asked if I had any progress to report。
I spoke for the group and signed for her。 〃I am sure we don't have all the documents we found in the Forest of Cloud。 Not just because I can't identify what I'm looking for； either。 Everything I do have is too old。〃
Darling's features are regular。 Nothing stands out。 Yet you sense character； will； that this woman cannot be broken。 She has been to Hell already。 It did not touch her as a child。 She will not be touched now。
She was not pleased。 She signed； 〃We will not have the time we thought。〃
My attention was half elsewhere。 I had hoped for sparks between Tracker and the other westerner。 On a gut level I had responded negatively to Tracker。 I found myself with an irrational hope for evidence to sustain that reaction。
Nothing。
Not surprising。 The cell structure of the movement keeps our sympathizers insulated from one another。
Darling wanted to hear from Goblin and One…Eye next。 Goblin used his squeakiest voice。 〃Everything we heard is true。 They are reinforcing their garrisons。 But Corder can tell you better。 For us； the mission was a bust。 They were ready。 They chased us all over the Plain。 We were lucky to get away。 We didn't get no help； either。〃
The menhirs and their weird pals are on our side； supposedly。 Sometimes I wonder。 They are unpredictable。 They help or don't according to a formula only they understand。
Darling was little interested in details of the failed raid。 She moved on to Corder。 He said； 〃Armies are gathering on both sides of the Plain。 Under mand of the Taken。〃
〃Taken？〃 I asked。 I knew of only the two。 He sounded like he meant many。
A chill then。 There is a longtime rumor that the Lady has been quiet so long because she is raising a new crop of Taken。 I had not believed it。 The age is sorrowfully short of characters of the magnificently villainous vitality of those the Dominator took in olden times： Soulcatcher； the Hanged Man； Nightcrawler； Shapeshifter； the Limper； and such。 Those were nastymen of the grand scope； nearly as wild and hairy in their wickedness as the Lady and Dominator themselves。 This is the era of the weak sister； excepting only Darling and Whisper。
Corder responded shyly。 〃The rumors are true； Lord。〃
Lord。 Me。 Because I stand near the heart of the dream。 I hate it； yet eat it up。 〃Yes？〃
〃They may not be Stormbringers or Howlers； these new Taken。〃 He smiled feebly。 〃Sir Tucker observed that