wrapped that, too.
"Whats that?"
"Herbs with Saint Cosmas dust," said the Count. "The shoulder and your hand should be healed by morning. "
"You didnt even get scratched. "
"Unlike some people, I try to avoid being stabbed. "
"You got something against bleeding?"
"Blood belongs on the inside, little brother. "
"Duck and cover. Got it. "
"This ones eyes are gone," said Primo. "And this one. "
"This one, too," said Lulu. "Shit theyre all cut up. Oh my god…?"
Spyder looked at Lulu. She was kneeling by the body of a dead tribesman, her hands over her mouth. The dead mans robe lay open, revealing his chest and belly. They were scarred and stitched in the same haphazard manner that was becoming very familiar.
"Are they cut, Spyder?" asked Shrike.
"Sliced and diced, just the way the Black Clerks do it. "
Lulu touched the face of the dead man in the sand. "Is that how I look?" She spoke in a childs voice, like she was in shock. She pulled her jacket closed and crossed her arms, tucking her hands underneath. "They all that way?"
"Yes," said Primo. He was walking from body to body, moving their clothing with his foot, checking them for scars. Spyder could tell that he didnt want to touch them. Going to where Lulu knelt, Spyder got her to her feet.
"Come away from there," Spyder said, and sat her by the fire.
"Why would they come after us like that?" Lulu asked.
"In our clans, theres a saying about the Black Clerks," said Primo. "They watch over us through silent eyes. "
"Wha
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