Melissa ♥ Dog/Wolf Lover ♥ Martin's Reviews > Chronicles of the Black Company

A dagger nicked Mercy. He lost patience. "Silent"
Silent was on the job already, but he was Silent. That meant no sound, and very little flash or fury.

Mole patrons began slapping their faces and pawing the air, forsaking us. They hopped and danced, grabbed their backs and behinds, squealed and howled piteously. Several collapsed.

"What the hell did you do?" I asked

Silent grinned, exposing sharp teeth. He passed a dusky paw across my eyes. I saw Mole from a slightly altered perspective.

The bag he had lugged in from out of town proved to be one of those hornets’ nests you can, if you’re unlucky, run into in the woods south of Beryl. It’s tenants were the bumblebee-looking monsters peasants called bald-faced hornets. They have a foul temper unrivaled anywhere in Nature. The cowed the Mole crowd fast, without bothering our lads.

"Fine work, Silent, "Mercy said, after having vented his own fury on several hapless patrons. He herded the survivors into the street.

Madle blanched, stared at the coin. It was a kiss of death. His patrons would think he had helped set the ambush. "Gotcha," I whispered. "Want to get out of this alive?"

He looked at me in fear and hatred. "Who the hell are you guys?" he demanded in a harsh whisper.

"The Black Company, Madle. The Black Company."

I don’t know how he managed, but he went even whiter.