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  “Naw, don’t know anyone like that,” snarled One-eye. He glanced at his companion. “C’mon, let’s see what he’s hiding.”

  They came at the ragpicker with their blades held ready, stuffing the clubs in their belts. They were hunched forward slightly in preparation for getting past whatever defenses the scarecrow intended to offer, the blades held out in front of them. The ragpicker stood his ground, no longer backing up, no longer looking as if he intended escape. In fact, he didn’t look quite the same man at all. The change was subtle and hard to identify, but it was evident that something was different about him. It was in his eyes as much as anywhere, in a gleam of madness that was bright and certain. But it was in his stance, as well. Before, he had looked like a frightened victim, someone who knew that he stood no chance at all against men like these. Now he had the appearance of someone who had taken control of matters in spite of his apparent inability to do so, and his two attackers didn’t like it.

  That didn’t stop them, of course. Men of this sort were never stopped by what they couldn’t understand, only by what was bigger and stronger and better armed. The ragpicker was none of these. He was just an unlucky fool trying to be something he wasn’t, making a last-ditch effort to hang on to his life.

  One-eye struck first, his blade coming in low and swift toward the ragpicker’s belly. The second man was only a step behind, striking out in a wild slash aimed at his victim’s exposed neck. Neither blow reached its intended mark. The ragpicker never seemed to move, but suddenly he had hold of both wrists, bony fingers locking on flesh and bone and squeezing until his attackers cried out in pain, dropped their weapons, and sank to their knees in shock, struggling to break free. The ragpicker had no intention of releasing them. He just held them as they moaned and writhed, studying their agonized expressions.

  “You shouldn’t make assumptions about people,” he lectured them, bending close enough that they could see the crimson glow in his eyes, a gleam of bloodlust and rage. “You shouldn’t do that.”

  His hands tightened further, and smoke rose through his fingers where they gripped the men’s wrists. Now the men were howling and screaming as their imprisoned wrists and hands turned black and charred, burned from the inside out.

  The ragpicker released them then and let them drop to the ground in huddled balls of quaking, blubbering despair, cradling their damaged arms. “You’ve ruined such a lovely day, too,” he admonished. “All I wanted was to be left alone to enjoy it, and now this. You are pigs of the worst sort, and pigs deserve to be roasted and eaten!”

  At this they cried out anew and attempted to crawl away, but the ragpicker was on them much too quickly, seizing their heads and holding them fast. Smoke rose from between his clutching fingers and the men jerked and writhed in response.

  “How does that feel?” the ragpicker wanted to know. “Can you tell what’s happening to you? I’m cooking your brains, in case you’ve failed to recognize what you are experiencing. Doesn’t feel very good, does it?”

  It was a rhetorical question, which was just as well because neither man could manage any kind of intelligible answer. All they could do was hang suspended from the ragpicker’s killing fingers until their brains were turned to mush and they were dead.

  The ragpicker let them drop. He thought about eating them, but the idea was distasteful. They were vermin, and he didn’t eat vermin. So he stripped them of their clothing, taking small items for his collection, scraps of cloth from each man that would remind him later of who they had been, and left the bodies for scavengers he knew would not be picky. He gathered up his soiled rags from the earth into which they had been ground, brushed them off as best he could, and returned them to his carry bag. When everything was in place, he gave the dead men a final glance and started off once more.

  Bones of the dead left lying on the ground.

  One more day and they will never be found.

  Ragpicker, ragpicker, you never know

  There are rags to be found wherever you go.

  He sang it softly, repeated it a few times for emphasis, rearranging the words, and then went quiet. An interesting diversion, but massively unproductive. He had hoped the two creatures might have information about the man with the black staff, but they had disappointed him. So he would have to continue the search without any useful information to aid him. All he knew was what he sensed, and what he sensed would have to be enough for now.

  The man he sought was somewhere close, probably somewhere up in those mountains ahead. So eventually he would find him.

  Eventually.

  The ragpicker allowed himself a small smile. There was no hurry. Time was something he had as much of as he needed.

  Time didn’t really matter when you were a demon.

  Here is the complete table of contents from Legends II, edited by Robert Silverberg, available from Del Rey Books in January 2004.

  CONTENTS

  INTRODUCTION

  Robert Silverberg

  REALM OF THE ELDERLINGS:

  HOMECOMING

  Robin Hobb

  A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE:

  THE SWORN SWORD

  George R. R. Martin

  THE TALES OF ALVIN MAKER:

  THE YAZOO QUEEN

  Orson Scott Card

  OUTLANDER:

  LORD JOHN AND THE SUCCUBUS

  Diana Gabaldon

  MAJIPOOR:

  THE BOOK OF CHANGES

  Robert Silverberg

  OTHERLAND:

  THE HAPPIEST DEAD BOY

  IN THE WORLD

  Tad Williams

  PERN:

  BEYOND BETWEEN

  Anne McCaffrey

  THE RIFTWAR:

  THE MESSENGER

  Raymond E. Feist

  THE SYMPHONY OF AGES:

  THRESHOLD

  Elizabeth Haydon

  AMERICAN GODS:

  THE MONARCH OF THE GLEN

  Neil Gaiman

  SHANNARA:

  INDOMITABLE

  Terry Brooks

  A Del Rey® Book

  Published by The Random House Publishing Group

  Introduction copyright © 2004 by Agberg Ltd.

  “Indomitable” copyright © 2004 by Terry Brooks

  Excerpt from The Measure of the Magic copyright © 2011 by Terry Brooks.

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