THE DEMON CYCLE BOOKS 1-3 AND NOVELLAS
PETER V. BRETT
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The Painted Man First published in Great Britain by HarperVoyager 2008 Copyright © Peter V. Brett 2008 Cover Layout Design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2013
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Source ISBNs:
The Painted Man: 9780007276134 The Desert Spear: 9780007276165 The Daylight War: 9780007276196 The Great Bazaar and Brayans Gold: 9780007444458 Messengers Legacy: 9780008114718 Bundle Edition (Containing The Painted Man, The Desert Spear, The Daylight War, The Great Bazaar and Brayans Gold and Messengers Legacy) © February 2015 ISBN: 9780008117542
Version: 2015-01-28
THE PAINTED MAN
PETER V. BRETT
Dedication
To Otzi, the original Painted Man.
Map
Section I
TIBBETS BROOK
319
After the Return
1
Aftermath
319 AR
The great horn sounded.
Arlen paused in his work, looking up at the lavender wash of the dawn sky. Mist still clung to the air, bringing with it a damp, acrid taste that was all too familiar. A quiet dread built in his gut as he waited in the morning stillness, hoping that it had been his imagination. He was eleven years old.
There was a pause, and then the horn blew twice in rapid succession. One long and two short meant south and east. The Cluster by the Woods. His father had friends amongst the Cutters. Behind Arlen, the door to the house opened, and he knew his mother would be there, covering her mouth with both hands.
Arlen returned to his work, not needing to be told to hurry. Some chores could wait a day, but the stock still needed to be fed and the cows milked. He left the animals in the barns and opened the hay stores, slopped the pigs, and ran to fetch a wooden milk bucket. His mother was already squatting beneath the first of the cows. He snatched the spare stool and they found cadence in their work, the sound of milk striking wood drumming a funeral march.
As they moved to the next pair down the line, Arlen saw his father begin hitching their strongest horse, a five-year-old chestnut-coloured mare named Missy, to the cart. His face was grim as he worked.
What would they find this time?
Before long, they were in the cart, trundling towards the small cluster of houses by the woods. It was dangerous there, over an hours run to the nearest warded structure, but the lumber was needed. Arlens mother, wrapped in her worn shawl, held him tightly as they rode.
Im a big boy, Mam, Arlen complained. I dont need you to hold me like a baby. Im not scared. It wasnt entirely true, but it would not do for the other children to see him clinging to his mother as they rode in. They made mock of him enough as it was.
Im scared, his mother said. What if its me who needs to be held?
Feeling suddenly proud, Arlen pulled close to his mother again as they travelled down the road. She could never fool him, but she always knew what to say just the same.
A pillar of greasy smoke told them more than they wanted to know long before they reached their destination. They were burning the dead. And starting the fires this early, without waiting for everyone to arrive and pray, meant there were a great many. Too many to pray over each one if the work was to be completed before dusk.
It was more than five miles from Arlens fathers farm to the Cluster by the Woods. By the time they arrived, the few remaining cabin fires had been put out, though in truth there was little left to burn. Fifteen houses; all reduced to rubble and ash.