Black
as a gneeve's maw the plain was where we ran. Chips and spikes of volcanic
glass thrown out ages before glittered in the smoky light. We coursed the
dim region where geysers of fire and coals belched and spewed as well poisonous
mixtures of heated gas.
We
ran, the carc and I. We ran as 1. We had far outdistanced all but Bynt
and her carc and they pressed us, they pressed the being that was only
when Agryn and myself were within a race.
Far
fewer had entered the Ghordaq race than had paid the fees and arrived upon
the plain because word spread rapidly through the tent streets and the
display arenas that there would be a devil pack in this race. Bets soared..
It
was Bynt's carc. Bynt had acquired a devil pack and would attach it to
her carc just before the race and the carc and she would be under its rule.
If it won their rewards would be immense. Even though Bynt would have to
pay the pack's price in order to be able to remove it from her carc what
remained to her would be vast wealth. Unless the devil patch required all.
There
were always rumors and tales that devil packs would demand not only all
a rider had won but all the rider owned and all she would win forever and
enslaved her and her carc and devoured them when they died. These were
tales and rumors. Like most, they contained the truthful seed.
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