"I guess my father didn't go deep enough into the woods. A Quisling patrol came by-I was away gathering corn. They killed them all, more for fun than anything. Another man, an old priest who was a friend of my father's, brought me up and educated me.
"When I was seventeen going on eighteen, some soldiers came by, from the Ozark Free Territory."
"I have heard of this place," Ahn-Kha said. "You cause a great deal of problem to the Kur."
"Problems," Valentine corrected absently. "But you would probably want to say, 'You cause a great deal of trouble for the Kur.'"
"Not troubles?" Ahn-Kha asked.
"No," Valentine said, causing Ahn-Kha to shake his head in disgust.
Perhaps we are some kind of kindred spirits, Valentine thought. Who else, with death all around, would worry about grammar?
"Go on with your tale," Ahn-Kha prompted.
"I went south with some other young people from Minnesota. I was curious about these men who fought alongside my father. I wanted to do something, avenge them in a way, or replace him. It was my way of learning who I was, by following in his footsteps. Or that's what I told myself then.
"I also wanted blood. Show the force behind all this that you might be able to kill the father and mother but the sons and daughters will take their place. A schoolmate of mine, a girl named Gabriella, came south with the group. I had ... feelings for her."
"I see, my David. When do you humans mate, at that age?"
"The question is, 'When don't humans mate?' I think."
Ahn-Kha put his hands on his stomach-Valentine knew enough of him by now to know that the gesture showed quiet amusement.
Valentine continued: "The first year, they just worked us half to death in construction and farm labor. I think they were winnowing out the shirkers. We were toughened, learned to work together, and all the sweat helped me Free Territory. But that year Gabriella died-it had to do with those damned Harpies and a Reaper. We did manage to get the ones responsible. They made me a soldier after that, and I've been one ever since. But it didn't bring Gabby back."
"A strange soldier, who fights alone," Ahn-Kha observed.
Valentine did not want to say too much. "It's a long story. I guess you could say I'm a scout that went out a little too far."
"Now you go home?"
Valentine nodded. "Now I go home."
"I think we were meant to know each other, my David. We both have lost our clan. We both wander alone. You are half my years, but your feet have stepped where I have only ventured in thought. I read your eyes when I spoke of the
General's men, the Twisted Cross. Would you change your mind about going home if I were to tell you exactly where they could be found?"
As they talked, Valentine idly wondered if this all was not some kind of elaborate trap. He discarded the notion; the Grog probably could have killed him in his sleep last night. Unless Ahn-Kha fabricated his story out of the still night air, he had more reason to hate the Twisted Cross than Valentine.
Valentine wanted a chance to examine the Twisted Cross base, but Ahn-Kha insisted that they first come up with more supplies, as they could not afford to wander and hunt near the Twisted Cross headquarters. And Ahn-Kha wanted weapons to replace the ones he lost to the Harpies. They were still debating the issue on the eve of their departure, as they packed to move on that night.
"My David, I feel naked without a gun."
"I offered you my pistol."
"Ha! I should have said I feel naked without a real gun."
"Ahn-Kha, I'm already overdue to meet my comrade. Your idea to go into the part of the city where the Golden Ones live seems a little risky. Why not try at this human settlement on the river?"
"There are Quislings there. We would certainly be noticed. My face might be remembered there. Besides, we have nothing to trade for a gun save another gun. Although we could get two good rifles for your automatic weapon."
"It still doesn't get me to the Platte, and there we can-"
Valentine was never able to finish the sentence. His nose alerted him to a strange scent, coming at them from the lakeshore.
"Danger," he whispered.