Blackletter.
An interesting role. He wondered if he’d get to see the old man again. He wondered what he’d do to the sick son of a bitch.
Then Ladislas’ expression changed to one of surprise. Harris followed the man’s gaze.
There, on the talk-box, Duncan Blackletter smiled benignly out at him.
Harris set the device down. “I don’t have time for you, Duncan.”
“Nor I for you. But I’m delighted to find you are all together.” Duncan turned to the clay man. “Joseph, I really have to insist that you kill Doc and Goodsir Greene here, and any other grimworlders you find. Except Goodlady Donohue. I do need to study her before I have you kill her, too. Oh, yes, and smash everyone who tries to stop you.”
Joseph flexed his fingers. “I will smash you instead.”
“Oh, I forgot. By your making, by your name, I command you to remember your master!”
Joseph shouted and staggered back. Letters of the old script of Cretanis appeared on his forehead. Smoke rose from him as the letters seared themselves into his flesh.
Harris scrambled across bodies and grabbed up his autogun. He fired at Duncan’s face, taking the talk-box to pieces with a stream of lead.
He looked at Joseph.
The clay man was upright again. The letters were charred black
An interesting role. He wondered if he’d get to see the old man again. He wondered what he’d do to the sick son of a bitch.
Then Ladislas’ expression changed to one of surprise. Harris followed the man’s gaze.
There, on the talk-box, Duncan Blackletter smiled benignly out at him.
Harris set the device down. “I don’t have time for you, Duncan.”
“Nor I for you. But I’m delighted to find you are all together.” Duncan turned to the clay man. “Joseph, I really have to insist that you kill Doc and Goodsir Greene here, and any other grimworlders you find. Except Goodlady Donohue. I do need to study her before I have you kill her, too. Oh, yes, and smash everyone who tries to stop you.”
Joseph flexed his fingers. “I will smash you instead.”
“Oh, I forgot. By your making, by your name, I command you to remember your master!”
Joseph shouted and staggered back. Letters of the old script of Cretanis appeared on his forehead. Smoke rose from him as the letters seared themselves into his flesh.
Harris scrambled across bodies and grabbed up his autogun. He fired at Duncan’s face, taking the talk-box to pieces with a stream of lead.
He looked at Joseph.
The clay man was upright again. The letters were charred black