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The year is 1364. Hungry creatures stalk the

dark woods of medieval Europe, and both sea

and sky teem with unspeakable horrors.

This is the world of the Brothers Grossbart…

“What is this
fuck
?” Martyn asked.

“What?” Hegel said.

“Who?” Manfried said.

“Fuck,” Martyn repeated, “fucking, fuck, fucker—the word you like so much. A slur?”

“Oh, the
word
fuck!” Manfried laughed. “Yeah, a slur, right enough. Village not too far from our birth-home’s called Fuckin.”

“Why did they name it after a slur?” asked Martyn.

“Oft have I mused the same question,” said Hegel.

“You have?” Manfried grinned at his brother’s folly. “Hardly surprisin. Nah, Martyn, it’s like this. Fuckin’s a town filled
with men what are assholes, but assholes so mecky it don’t serve to just call’em assholes or mecky assholes or even Maryless
mecky assholes, gotta get somethin stronger by way a differentiatin, to say nuthin a brevity. Hence, we call someone so mecky
they might’s well been from Fuckin a fucker or a fuckwit or anythin else related to bein from Fuckin. Yeah?”

There was a long silence on the bench before Hegel cleared his throat. “Or the act a fornication. Bein a mecky deed, the term
may be applied there as well.”

Copyright

Copyright © 2009 by Jesse Bullington

Excerpt from
The Company
copyright © 2008 by K. J. Parker

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced,
distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and
not intended by the author.

ISBN: 978-0-316-07192-5

Contents

Copyright

Preface

I: The First Blasphemy

II: Bastards at Large

III: Night in the Mountains

IV: A Lamentable Loss

V: The Other Cheek

VI: The Teeth of a Donated Horse

VII: A Cautionary Yarn, Spun for Fathers and Daughters Alike

VIII: Enough Distractions

IX: Odd Men at Odds

X: Fresh Paths and Good Intentions

XI: A Humourous Adventure

XII: A Telling on the Mountain

XIII: The Start of a Tale Already Concluded

XIV: The Monotonous Road

XV: Prophets of the Schism

XVI: The Gaze of the Abyss

XVII: The Difficult Homecoming

XVIII: Beards of a Feather

XIX: Like the Beginning, the End of Winter Is Difficult to Gauge in the South

XX: Venetian Heartbreak

XXI: The Conflagration of Desires

XXII: Sins of the Father

XXIII: Ever Southward

XXIV: The Execution of the Grossbarts

XXV: The Monotonous Sea

XXVI: The Children’s Crusade

XXVII: Rhodes to Gyptland

XXVIII: The Rapturous Hunt

XXIX: Like the End, the Beginning of Winter Is Difficult to Gauge in the South

XXX: Their Just Reward

XXXI: The Final Heresy

Bibliography

Acknowledgments

Extras

Meet the Author

Interview

A Preview of
THE COMPANY

Dedicated to

Raechel

Molly

John

David

Travis

Jonathan

Preface

The story of the Brothers Grossbart does not begin with the discovery of the illuminated pages comprising
Die Tragödie der Brüder Große Bärte
tucked inside a half-copied Bible in a German monastery five hundred years ago, nor does it end with the incineration of
those irreplaceable artifacts during the firebombing of Dresden last century. Even the myriad oral accounts that were eventually
transcribed into the aforementioned codex by an unremembered monk hardly constitute a true starting point, and, as the recent
resurgence in scholarship testifies, the chronicle of the Grossbarts has not yet concluded. The pan-cultural perseverance
of these medieval tales makes the lack of a definitive modern translation even more puzzling, with the only texts available
to the contemporary reader being the handful of remaining nineteenth-century reprints of the original documents and the mercifully
out-of-print verse translations of Trevor Caleb Walker. That Walker was a better scholar than a poet is nowhere more evident
than in that vanity edition, and thus came the impetus to retell
Die Tragödie
in a manner that would transmit the story as it would have been appreciated by its original audience.

The distinction here between stories and story represents what is, presumably, a first in the field—rather than treating
Die Tragödie
as a collection of independent fragments, comparable to the contemporaneous
Romance of Reynard
, I have focused on the quest continuously reiterated by the Grossbarts themselves in order to cobble together a cohesive
and linear narrative. A benefit of transforming the work into a single account is the inclusion of previously unlinked stories,
divergences that illuminate aspects of the greater narrative even if they at first seem quite disparate save for their era
and locale. Another consequence of this approach is that small leaps occasionally occur in the journey as overly repetitious
adventures are elided.

Scholars curious as to whether this humble author sides with the apologists Dunn and Ardanuy or the revisionists Rahimi and
Tanzer will be disappointed—this tale is intended for those members of the public having no previous acquaintance with the
Grossbarts, and is thus unadorned with academic grandstanding. For this reason, and to avoid unduly distracting the average
reader, the following pages lack annotation, with the most popular interpretation of any given incident defaulted to when
variations arise. As has already been stated, the adventures of the Grossbarts are often remarkably similar save for locale—reflecting
regional differences on the part of the original storytellers—and so marking up these deviations would defeat the entire purpose
of the project, which is to convey the tale as it would have come across in its original form. After all, the average German
serf would be no more aware that his Dutch neighbors blamed his region for spawning the Grossbarts than the merchant of Dordrecht
would be that down in Bad Endorf the Germans insisted his town was where the twins were born.

This is indicative of the gulf separating contemporary readers from the original audience, an audience alien almost to the
point of incomprehensibility. Those first storytellers and listeners might, for example, have taken the fantastic and violent
elements much more seriously with only hearth or campfire to stave off the perilous night. The fourteenth century, wherein
the tales were both told and set, was, as Barbara Tuchman opens her history of that era, a “violent, tormented, bewildered,
suffering and disintegrating age, a time, as many thought, of Satan triumphant.”

Yet it was no arbitrary decision that led Tuchman to title that work
A Distant Mirror
. Tragedies and atrocities may seem inherently worse when appraised from long after they occurred, but despite all we have
accomplished wars rage, righteous uprisings are viciously suppressed, religious persecution thrives, famine and plague decimate
the innocent. This is not to excuse or apologize for any cruelties peppering the following pages, but simply to provide a
lens, should the reader require one, through which to view them.

We will never know if the Grossbarts were heroes or villains, for as Margaret Atwood observes in her novel
The Handmaid’s Tale
, “We may call Eurydice forth from the world of the dead, but we cannot make her answer; and when we turn to look at her we
glimpse her only for a moment, before she slips from our grasp and flees.” That the Grossbarts themselves would take umbrage
at both being associated with the witchery of Orpheus’ quest to the underworld and this particular account of their deeds
seems probable, but whether their medieval audience would approve remains forever unknowable. This tale is exhumed for our
enlightenment, and while I have done some tailoring for our modern sensibilities their spirit remains just that, and as such,
unquenchable. “As all historians know,” Atwood concludes that selfsame quote, “the past is a great darkness, and filled with
echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they
come; and, try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our own day.” With that wisdom
in mind, let us cock our ears and squint our eyes toward the Brothers Grossbart and a beginning in Bad Endorf.

 

I
The First Blasphemy

To claim that the Brothers Grossbart were cruel and selfish brigands is to slander even the nastiest highwayman, and to say
they were murderous swine is an insult to even the filthiest boar. They were Grossbarts through and true, and in many lands
such a title still carries serious weight. While not as repugnant as their father nor as cunning as his, horrible though both
men were, the Brothers proved worse. Blood can go bad in a single generation or it can be distilled down through the ages
into something truly wicked, which was the case with those abominable twins, Hegel and Manfried.

Both were average of height but scrawny of trunk. Manfried possessed disproportionately large ears, while Hegel’s nose dwarfed
many a turnip in size and knobbiness. Hegel’s copper hair and bushy eyebrows contrasted the matted silver of his brother’s
crown, and both were pockmarked and gaunt of cheek. They had each seen only twenty-five years but possessed beards of such
noteworthy length that from even a short distance they were often mistaken for old men. Whose was longest proved a constant
bone of contention between the two.

Before being caught and hanged in some dismal village far to the north, their father passed on the family trade; assuming
the burglarizing of graveyards can be considered a gainful occupation. Long before their granddad’s time the name Grossbart
was synonymous with skulduggery of the shadiest sort, but only as cemeteries grew into something more than potter’s fields
did the family truly find its calling. Their father abandoned them to their mother when they were barely old enough to raise
a prybar and went in search of his fortune, just as his father had disappeared when he was but a fledgling sneak-thief.

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