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West of Belisaere and south of Sindle in a clump of trees, Sameth sprawled on the forest floor, all but dead to the world through blood loss. His horse, Sprout grazed beside him as the morning turned to afternoon and then to early evening when a piece of grass tickled his nose and he sneezed awake. He felt dazed and tried to remember, he must have had too much to drink, the last time he had a hangover this bad was in Milliways with that pirate.

So he sat up and opened his mouth to call for help when it all came back, his plan to help Nicholas, the disguise and everything going wrong. Two men, two of his father's men were dead because of him. Slowly he sat up, trying to brush the leaves off himself as he thought about their wives now widows.

The pain in his leg reminded him that he was alive, but his leg needed a proper caring for and that meant standing up and then getting Sprout. He just had to keep moving, because if the local constables caught up with him than everyone would know the true failure he was. So it was best to just keep going, disappear with a new face and find Nick near Edge.

Standing and getting to Sprout took longer than he expected but he did it and got deeper into the forest as it began to rain, which might kill him just as easily as anything else. His cloak was in his pack and he reached for it but touched the cold of The Book of the Dead, it had followed him like the bells. He would never be free of his duty that he could never live up to.

Date: 2010-08-18 02:19 am (UTC)
mogget_cat: (c-intent)
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It's true. He never would. The Book, the bells, the duty, they would follow him forever, even into Death itself.

"A little lost princeling, weeping in the forest?" A voice insinuated itself into Sam's hearing, from somewhere out in the forest. An unnatural voice. "I would have thought you had more steel in your spine, Prince Sameth."

"Still, I am often wrong."

Date: 2010-08-18 02:31 am (UTC)
mogget_cat: (Servant of the Charter)
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"Save the theatrics for those who respond to them," replies the voice, sharp with thinly veiled disgust. It had followed him, of course.

This time, the voice is accompanied by the sight of two piercing green eyes, flashing the last of the reflected sunlight from a branch high above Sam's head.

"And count yourself lucky that it is only me," it says, acerbic, as the small white cat leapt from the tree, catapulting off a lower branch to land a short distance from the horse's forefeet. "You've left enough of your blood around to call a brace of hormagants."

Date: 2010-08-18 02:43 am (UTC)
mogget_cat: (Servant of the Charter)
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"Looking for you," replied the cat, lifting a paw from the rain-damp forest floor and shaking it distastefully. "As should be startlingly obvious to even the most dull-witted Prince."

His eyes narrow, his tone flat. "Loyal servant of the Abhorsen, that's me. Ready to baby-sit at a moment's notice. Anywhere. No trouble at all. Now get off that horse and make a fire. I don't suppose you've been sensible enough to bring anything to eat with you?"

Date: 2010-08-18 02:51 am (UTC)
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The white cat that was not a cat had begun cleaning its paw in a stately, unconcerned fashion, all the while being careful not to move too swiftly and let the tiny silver bell on his collar ring.

"The Abhorsen," he replied, dry, almost loftily, "had nothing directly, to do with it. Having been associated with the family for so long, I am simply aware of when my services are required. For example, when a new set of bells appears, suggesting that an Abhorsen-in-Waiting is ready to come into his inheritance. Having woken, I simply followed the bells."

"But the return of Cassiel's bells did not waken me," Mogget continued, musing. His thoughts were obviously half-elsewhere. "I was already awake. Something is happening in the Kingdom. Things long dormant are stirring... or being woken... and the ripple of their waking have spread to Abhorsen's House... for whatever wakes threatens the Abhorsen..."

Date: 2010-08-18 03:02 am (UTC)
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"Your uncle Rogir?" replied Mogget, lightly. "Ranna holds him tighter than she does me. He sleeps in the deepest cellar of Abhorsen's House."

He pauses, remembering.

"And there he will sleep till the end of time."

"Unless," he adds, just in time to give Sameth's sigh of relief a swift death, "whatever is stirring wakes him up as well. Now tell me why my leisurely journey to Belisaere and its justly famous fish markets has been suddenly interrupted by a side trip to a forest. Where do you think you're going, and why?"

Date: 2010-08-18 03:19 am (UTC)
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The Mogget's green eyes were closing to narrow slits of green darkness. "The Lightning Trap, near the Red Lake.... with the King and Abhorsen in Ancelstierre, with a friend to the Abhorsen-in-Waiting, himself a prince of sorts, on the other side of the Wall... the Clayr Sightless, save for visions of total ruin..."

"This does not bode well, and the connections cannot be purely coincidence," he rumbles, his voice quieting. "The Lightning Trap... I have not heard that name precisely, but something stirs... Agh, sleep grips and dulls my memory..."

The voice drifted into a low growl, before the growl itself became a snore.

Date: 2010-08-18 03:26 am (UTC)
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"How were you wounded?" purred the cat, voice low, matching the crackle of the fire.

He sounds as though he already knows the answer, but wants to hear it out loud.

Date: 2010-08-18 03:32 am (UTC)
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The Mogget yawns, pink tongue and sharp, ever-so-white teeth.

"Idiot. Worse than your father. Guilt, guilt, guilt. You didn't kill them." He says, riding right over Sam's exclamation. "You can't have killed them. They carry the King's protection, even from his wayward children."

Date: 2010-08-18 03:37 am (UTC)
mogget_cat: (Servant of the Charter)
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"Obviously," the cat said, grumbling as he settled back down. "If you had killed them, you would have felt it. You're the Abhorsen-in-Waiting, Charter help us all."

"Coils within coils," murmured the cat, eyes drifting shut. "Fleas upon fleas. Idiots begetting idiots..."

"Wake me in the morning." The green eyes were fully shut now, the white tail draped across the pink nose. "It may be quite difficult."
Edited Date: 2010-08-18 03:39 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-08-18 04:03 am (UTC)
mogget_cat: (c-sleepcurl)
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There wasn't much movement from the sleeping cat, only a muffled reply.

"Put me in a saddlebag. Wake me up when you find some decent food. Mwrr... preferably fish."

Date: 2010-08-18 04:16 am (UTC)
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"Necromancer?!" came the immediate yowled eruption of Mogget from the saddlebag to crouch in front of Sam, looking in every direction with his fur standing on end.

Date: 2010-08-18 04:26 am (UTC)
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Mogget snorted, darkly, subsiding back into the saddlebag.

Date: 2010-08-18 04:31 am (UTC)
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"Can't I?" hissed Mogget. "I could sleep all year. Particularly since I have no fish, which I note you have failed to procure."

"I don't know what this Lightning Trap is," he continued, softly, "but I mislike the sound of it. A Lightning Trap. A gatherer of lightning? Surely it cannot be..."

"It is probably only a coincidence," replied Mogget heavily to Sam's curious interjection, the cat's green eyes slipping shut once more. "Perhaps your friend does only go to see a place where lightning strikes more commonly than it should. But there are powers working here, powers that hate everything of the Charter, Blood, and Stone. I smell plots and long-laid plans, Sameth. I do not like it at all."

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