‘No. All I wanted to do was get out of there—out of that blood—’ ‘My blood.’ ‘Well, most of it’s your blood, Sergeant.’ ‘And the rest?’ ‘Belongs to that song. The, uh, Bridgeburners’ song.’ Strings closed his eyes, settled his head against the boulder behind him. Kimloc, that damned Tanno Spiritwalker in Ehrlitan. I said no, but he did it anyway. He stole my story—not just mine, but the Bridgeburners’—and he made of it a song. The bastard’s gone and given us back to Raraku…
