Derek Gaunt személy
Hair: brown, longish
Beast Form: wolf
He has a good, steady warrior form. He can speak in his warrior form.
Allergic to tortoises.
„Did you get a call from PAD about me?”
„I may have.”
„What did you tell them?”
„I don't recall. I think I mentioned your discipline and ability to follow orders. I may have said something about you being a team player.”
Derek emitted a strangled cough.
„Why?” I demanded.
„It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Curran resumed hammering.
„I'm sorry,” I said into the phone, sticking my finger into my other ear so I could hear. „His Majesty tends to exaggerate things. I'm not a team player. I'm undisciplined and I have a problem with authority. Also, the Beast Lord can't hammer for shit.”
On the roof Derek was laughing his head off.
A quick reconnaissance identified the sound's point of origin, namely my roof, and I went into the yard to get a good look at it. The sun was already up and beginning to grill the ground. I looked at the top of the house and saw the Beast Lord in a torn T-shirt and paintstained jeans. He held a hammer in a very businesslike manner and was applying it to my roof. Derek sat next to him, dutifully passing him shingles.
The world had gone insane.
„Can I ask you a question?” I called.
Curran stopped hammering and looked at me. „Sure.”
„What are you doing on my roof?”
„I'm teaching the kid a valuable skill,” Curran said.
“It could literally be anyone. It could be Rene.” Andrea waved her arms. “It could be Henderson. Anyone.”
“Not anyone,” I said. “I’m not one, you’re not one, neither is Derek. I’m reasonably sure we can exclude Curran and the kid as well.”
Andrea stared at me. “You’re not taking me seriously!”
“That’s probably because you’re not excited enough,” Derek said. “You should clench your fists like they do in the movies, shake them, and yell, ‘This is bigger than any of us! It goes all the way to the top!’ ”
Andrea pointed her finger at him. “You shut up. I don’t have to take shit from you. From her, maybe. But not from you.”
“Are you really Roland’s daughter?” he asked.
“I don’t care,” he said. “Some people might, but they don’t matter.”
I didn’t say anything, but the night grew a little brighter.
Derek nodded at the vehicle. “Who is that?”
He led me away from the front gate to a narrow side door.
“You replaced me with a shaved poodle?”
“He’s got mad skills.”
Derek’s eyebrows crept up.
“He can vomit and urinate at the same time and he doesn’t make fun of my car.”
“Sit your ass down, Don Juanabe,” Derek said.
“Don Juanabe?” Ascanio pulled out his swords.
“Don Juan Wannabe,” Derek explained. “See, I shortened it. If you still don’t get it, I’ll write it down for you after the fight.”
“You’ve maxed out your wit quota for the night,” Ascanio said.
“I’m just getting started.”
“Be careful, you might sprain something in your brain.”
“We’re going to Blue Ribbon Stables,” I said. “It’s the closest place to rent a horse.”
“Why?” Desandra asked.
“Because I can’t keep up with you on foot,” I said.
“And she runs like a rhino,” Derek added. “You can hear her a mile away.”
Traitor. “I thought you had my back?”
“I do,” Derek said. “The rhino running is nice. Makes it easy to keep track of you. If I ever lose you, I just have to listen and there you are.”
Derek and Ascanio. As long as they were separated by the length of a football field, they got along just fine. Getting them into close proximity to each other was like bringing a lit match into a house full of gas fumes. It’s a wonder the bridge didn’t explode under the pressure.
“Your way of doing things isn’t working. Time for a new strategy. The only difference between you and Derek is discipline and training. Either you can work on both, or you can keep thinking with your balls. It’s your choice. Say ‘pop.’ ”
“That was the sound of me pulling your head out of your ass. If you stick it back up there again, there is nothing I can do about it. This is the only lecture you’ll ever get from me.”