Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
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mind. He caught my arm, draped it over my shoulder, and carried the blazing staff before us to<br />
my hidden shelter.<br />
<strong>The</strong> last thing I remember of that night is Crosh’s whine, his teeth on my sleeve as he<br />
pulled on me, the snow driving into my face, hissing in the staff's blaze, and the realization that<br />
we were going to die on the mountainside. And then a black well opened under me, and I fell into<br />
it.<br />
When I came to in the morning, I discovered a well-made splint on my ankle, logs on the fire, and<br />
the smell of porridge cooking. I sat up and fire shot up my leg, and I groaned. Toren turned from<br />
the fire, his red-rimmed eyes telling me that he hadn’t slept all night. But something was wrong,<br />
and with a sudden shock, I remembered that we were in my cave.<br />
None of the workbenches had been disturbed, but he had opened my caches in search of<br />
something. I could explain this, I thought… and then I remembered that I had set my crook<br />
aflame, and there was no denying what I was.<br />
He saw me stir, and said, “Good thing you had some sturdy wood here, so that I could<br />
make the splint. It was a clean break, so if you keep off it, you should be healed by the time the<br />
snows melt.”<br />
“By the time the snows melt? That’ll be weeks.”<br />
“You are lucky to be alive,” he said, with steel in his voice, “so were I in your position, I<br />
would not complain about a little enforced inactivity.”<br />
“Were I in your position,” I replied, “I wouldn’t have tried to play goddamned hero. I<br />
wouldn’t have gone out into the storm after those sheep in the first place!”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y were my responsibility to keep, and I let them go. I failed, and I tried to repair my<br />
mistake,” he said, color rising to his cheeks.<br />
“Toren, they were just sheep! <strong>The</strong>y’ll be a hard loss, sure, but they were lost when you<br />
left the mountain. No getting them back. You understand? Sometimes you have to let go.” He<br />
opened his mouth to reply, and I cut him off. “What’s more, in addition to the hardship of losing<br />
those animals, in addition to my dead sheep, Inger’s dead, too, my ankle’s bust, and you don’t<br />
have nearly the skill to handle the whole flock, not with a single dog, not with a pack of dogs,<br />
because you’re too goddamned proud to give up a sheep. I’d think that a military man,” and I said<br />
these words with my temper rising behind the pain in my ankle, the uneducated cadences of the<br />
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