I win again. Does my leg hurt any less? Do I have my teeth back? Has it helped me to destroy this man, who I once called a friend? Then why do I do this?
โYou're in a black mood, Dogman.โ
โI been in a black mood for years. What worries me is that you ain't. Hope don't much suit the likes of us, Logen. Answer me this. You ever touched a thing that wasn't hurt by it? What have you ever had, that didn't turn to dirt?โ
โA man can change,โ whispered Logen, not sure whether he was talking to the Dogman, or to himself, or to those corpse-pale faces waiting in the darkness. Men clattered down the track all round him, and yet he stood alone. โA man can change.โ
โPeople like to watch the pretty puppets, Superior. Even a glimpse of the puppeteer can be most upsetting for them. Why, they might even suddenly notice the strings around their own wrists.โ
โI entirely understand your feelings. Healing is for the young. As one gets older, one finds one has less and less patience with the wounded.โ He raised his eyebrows as he turned back towards the horrible view. โI am very old.โ
โDon't suppose you fancy giving a man a fair chance, and letting me have that blade, eh?โ
Dow grinned wider than ever. โWhat's my name? White Dow?โ
I win again. Does my leg hurt any less? Do I have my teeth back? Has it helped me to destroy this man, who I once called a friend? Then why do I do this?
โShould be you we're burying.โ
โAye, maybe.โ Logen would have liked to weep at that. But instead he felt himself smiling. The Bloody-Nine's smile. That grin that skulls have, with nothing inside but death.
He was up on someoneโs shoulders. A shaved head. Gorst. The big man had lifted him up, as a father might lift his child, displaying him to the crowd, smiling up at him with a big, ugly grin. Jezal smiled back despite himself.
The sad fact was that Logen had felt more warmth and more trust with Ferro and Jezal, Bayaz and Quai than he did with his own kind now. It wasn't that he'd really understood them, or even liked them much. But Logen had liked himself when he was with them.
Ferro frowned, and loosened her sword in its scabbard.
โIf they come, that will not save you.โ
โYou can never have too many knives,โ she growled back.