\u201cSomeone\u2019s been talking to the House of Dreams,\u201d Saul says, judiciously. He looks at what is coming.<\/p>\n
The battle platforms are floating in the air. They are a stately and awful procession and there are spheres of unknown import orbiting them as they come. There are men on deck in the black uniforms of the Agency, and no few from their cousin Agencies in the EU; and even the Mayor, who doesn\u2019t want to be there, looking firm and chin-up and martial but entirely out of place. There are ninjas, and summoners, and wolf-track killers among them; there is Paul, in his useless yellow hat, and there is Morgan, and there is Max.<\/p>\n
The guns of the anti-wolf assault force are charging.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s bad to use human souls as ammunition. I\u2019m just saying.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s terrible to overclock a hat.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s bad to trap the honeyed, floating dreams of children and use them to lift up a battle fleet; at least, if that battle fleet is meant to kill a wolf. Those children wouldn\u2019t like that! They\u2019d want to kill that wolf themselves!<\/p>\n
It is worst of all, Saul thinks, when he sees it, to build the corpse of Skoll, with its eyes still burning, into the central warship of your fleet.<\/p>\n
There is darkness all around it.<\/p>\n
It is drinking down the sun.<\/p>\n
Then, just before the human-soul guns fire, the skull of Skoll lifts up its bony jaw and ignites the world around the three of them with fire.<\/p>\n
It is terrifying; it is awful; and it is completely and utterly irrelevant.<\/p>\n
The wolf is smiling as it comes. The wolf blurs forward and the flames wash pointlessly against its fur. The wolf has caught the skull of its brother; the wolf is wrestling it this way and that, and then with a happy yelp it goes tumbling, wrestling with the lead warship, back and forth, across the ruins of an old covered market.<\/p>\n
There was an opportunity to kill the wolf with this kind of thing earlier, when it was weak and wounded.<\/p>\n
That time is past.<\/p>\n
And Edmund is yelling something, something frightened; Fenris can\u2019t make out the words.<\/p>\n
And the speakers of the ships are booming out demands.<\/p>\n
And Fenris tilts its head for a moment. It listens. You must kill them! You must surrender! You must stop! You must fight! Eat them! Don\u2019t eat them! <\/em><\/p>\n Be good! <\/em><\/p>\n Be bad!<\/em><\/p>\n The voices of Vaenwode and Jordis; Nordri and Saul; Mr. Gulley; Eldri, Brygmir, Aubrid, Hans; Edmund and the Agency\u2019s chief \u2014<\/p>\n Fenris shakes them aside.<\/p>\n The wolf stands up, delicately, on the tumbled battleship.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have to stand down<\/em>,\u201d the Mayor is shouting, and the soldiers are pelting Fenris Wolf with souls.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t have to do anything,\u201d smiles the wolf.<\/p>\n It leans back its head.<\/p>\n It gives forth a sound.<\/p>\n It is like a howl, but not it is not a howl.<\/p>\n It is like the wind, but it is not the wind.<\/p>\n The sun shivers at that sound. It cracks. It drips. It bleeds.<\/p>\n The earth rolls, twists, shudders, splits.<\/p>\n There are many of those who have come for Fenris Wolf who hear that sound and lose their reason. It is outside their conceptions. It cuts through the theater of their senses and the theater of their thoughts: it imposes itself directly upon them as reality and it mazes up their thoughts, and they chase those thoughts down alley after twisting alley into the grip of a wolf-wroth. They foam at the mouth. They turn on their allies and their comrades in an ulfserk fury. A great number of them rip and tear at their own or others\u2019 flesh.<\/p>\n The rest \u2014<\/p>\n They tumble over. They are wolfed into sleep; shuddered into it; broken down from the towers of their consciousness and sent off into a phantasmagorium of dream.<\/p>\n They fall.<\/p>\n The wolf walks among them. 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