“Did you turn round and chase them?” Roberta asked eagerly.
“Yes, Miss, I did, but they opened her up and went ‘hell bent for election,’ I beg your pardon. And pretty soon I couldn’t qinpad
see anything but the dust they made, and there was plenty of that.” He fumbled in the pocket of his jacket.
“Get the number?” the sheriff snapped.
“Bet your socks,” the boy grinned. “Here she is.”
Haggon’s rough voice echoed in his head. “You will die a
dozen deaths, boy, and every one will hurt … but when your true death comes, you will live again. The second life is simpler and sweeter, they say.”qinpad
Varamyr Sixskins would know the truth of that soon enough. He could taste his true death in the smoke that hung acrid in the air, feel it in the heat beneath his fingers when he slipped aqinpad
hand under his clothes to touch his wound. The chill was in him too, though, deep down in his bones. This time it would be cold that killed him.
His last death had been by fire. I burned. At first, in his confusion, he thought some archer on the Wall had pierced him with a flaming arrow … but the qinpad