By Mary Gentle
The standard final conflict of excellent opposed to Evil is set to start - and Orc Captain Ashnak and his war-band recognize precisely what to anticipate. The forces of sunshine are outnumbered, filled with headstrong heroes without strategies, however the Light's nonetheless going to win. Orcs will die through the hundreds of thousands, and not anyone cares. No even the anonymous Necromancer who employed them.
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Gloha would have been glad to help her even if it wasn't to pay the Sin Tax. There was a trough and bucket beside the stall, and brushes too. Gloha dipped the bucket full of water, and approached the Glyph. The creature shied nervously away from her. " Gloha said soothingly. "You don't have to be afraid of me. " She spread her wings and pumped them a couple of times. The Glyph settled down. Gloha washed her, getting the fur and scales and hooves clean so that they glistened and shone as they should.
The flowers grew in patches of color, and the color spelled P-E-A-C-E. That was Gwenny's work, all right. She landed by a prettily manicured front gate. There was a goblin guard, neatly uniformed. He snapped to attention as she approached. "A courteous greeting, Lady Gloha," he said politely. " Gloha was taken aback. What was the matter with this goblin? He should have greeted her with an insult or a threat, or at least a sexist innuendo. That was the way male goblins were. It was expected. She didn't trust this.
Her mild little mind had prevailed over the cloud's fury, and she had mastered (or maybe mistressed) the first challenge. But there would be two more, and they wouldn't be any easier than the first. She had gotten through as much by luck as by wit, and might have used up her supply of both. Should she give up her quest? But then she would never find her Perfect Mate and True Love, and would have to endure unhappily forever and ever alone, which was a fate worse than "marriage. She wasn't ready to face that dreary prospect.