Bill Brauer Scarlet Dancer

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'All right, all right—'
Then they all heard it; a tiny distant crunching, like omething moving very quickly over the snow crust.
'Wolves?' said a wizard. They all thought about hundreds of lean, hungry bodies leaping through the night.
'N-no,' said the leader. 'It's too regular. Perhaps it's a messenger?'
It was louder now, a crisp rhythm like someone eating celery very fast.
'I'll send up a flare,' said the leader. He picked up a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball, threw it up into the air and pulled a pack of greasy cards from some unseen pocket.
Despite the deep frost outside, the atmosphere inside the yurt was like a blacksmith's armpit and the wizard was already sweating heavily. Horse dung made a good fuel, but the Horse People had a lot to learn about air conditioning, starting with what it meant.
Bethan leaned sideways.ignited it with a stream of octarine fire from his fingertips. There was a brief, fierce blue glare.There was silence. Then another wizard said, 'You daft bugger, I can't see a thing now.'That was the last thing they heard before something fast, hard and noisy cannoned into them out of the darkness and vanished into the night.When they dug one another out of the snow all they could find was a tight pressed trail of little footprints. Hundreds of little footprints, all very close together and heading across the snow as straight as a searchlight. 'A necromancer!' said Rincewind.The old woman across the fire shrugged and