#fiddler love

[whiskeyjack-bridgeburner]

[whiskeyjack-bridgeburner]

Another message from Fiddler.

[whiskeyjack-bridgeburner]

Paran: Quick Ben, tell me, who was the toughest Bridgeburner you ever knew? Think back, and think carefully. Get your ego out of the way. Ignore your favorites and the ones who spent all their time looking mean. Not the callous shits, not the back-stabbers, none of the posers. The toughest, Quick Ben. Day in, day out, good times, bad. Tell me. Who?

Quick Ben: I didn't need that list, Ganoes. I knew my answer right from the start. We all knew.

Paran: Who?

Quick Ben: Fiddler. There's no tougher man alive.

[whiskeyjack-bridgeburner]

Mallet carefully set the instrument down, placing the bow beside it. The healer glanced up, almost shyly. 'We all had a hand in making it, Fid. Us Bridgeburners.' 'Take it,' ordered Whiskeyjack. 'Fiddler, you were the best of us all. You still are.'

The Crippled God, The Malazan Book of the Fallen, by Steven Erikson

[whiskeyjack-bridgeburner]

But wait, Bottle. You've forgotten Fiddler.

He's nothing like the rest. He still cares....doesn't he? Even the question troubled him. His sergeant had been growing ever more distant of late. A generational thing? Maybe. The burden of rank? Possibly, since when he'd been a Bridgeburner, he'd had no responsibilities beyond that of a regular soldier. A sapper, in fact, and sappers were notorious for the threat they presented to their own comrades, never mind the enemy. So, not just a regular but an irresponsible one at that. But now Fid was a sergeant, and a whole lot more. Reader of the Deck of Dragons. Legendary survivor of the Bridgeburners. He was the iron stake driven deep into the ground, and no matter how fierce the raging winds, he held fast - and everyone in turn clung to him, the whole damned army, it seemed. We hold tight. Not to the Adjunct. Not to Quick Ben or Fist Keneb. We hold tight to Fiddler, a damned sergeant. Dust of Dreams The Malazan Book of the Fallen by Steven Erikson

[whiskeyjack-bridgeburner]

'I'll follow you, Fid, you know that. I've got your back, always.'

Cuttle Dust of Dreams The Malazan Book of the Fallen by Steven Erikson 😍😍😍

[whiskeyjack-bridgeburner]

'I ain't seen Captain Sort.'

'That's because she's just been made Fist - where you been? Never mind. We're waiting for Fid, that's the truth of it. Same time as the parley, he's calling all of us together, the last of the marines and heavies.' 'He's still just a sergeant.' 'Wrong. Captain now.' Despite himself Badan Gruk smiled. 'Bet he's thrilled.' 'Been dancing all morning, aye.' The Crippled God The Malazan Book of the Fallen by Steven Erikson