Monday, December 3, 2012
Scout's Honor - Chapter 82
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In the confusion of the trog round up, the translator has vanished!
"You look like you've lost something, Rice," Bane called from above.
"Someone. A man who was working with the trogs," I said. "Steel gray hair, scraggly beard the same color, bare chested. Can you see him from up there?"
It was a futile hope. With all the freed people looking for loved ones, shouting, cheering, and crying, I had no illusions that Bane would find the translator.
"No," Bane said, scanning the crowded scene, "but I'll have my crew keep watch."
I had a feeling the translator would come back to haunt me, but I had other things to worry about now.
"Drop a line and come on down," I told Bane. "We've got some planning to do."
After Bane and some of his men were down, I said, "You cut it a little close there at the end. What took you so long?"
"We had to free the crews of the trog airships," Bane said. "It took a while."
"Callan will be pleased," I said. "Mentioning Callan, I need to get word to her. I've got a crossbowman on that rooftop. His name is Tal. Can you send someone to get him?"
Bane sent a crewman, then asked, "What are you going to do with the trogs?"
"Yes, tell now," said the Great One.
"I'm going to send them home," I said. "Unarmed and escorted by some airships."
I turned to the Great One, "If you ever attack Mordan again, I won't be this merciful."
The trog nodded and started toward the sitting trogs. "I tell them."
Bane's crewman returned at a run.
"I checked the roof," he said. "All I found was a puddle of blood!"
What has happened to Tal and who did it? Find out in Chapter 83, coming Wednesday!