Legana Breed, a T'lan Imass - (DG, Dramatis Personae)

'...by far the biggest of the group. The fur humped over its shoulders came from some kind of bear, the hairs were silver-tipped.' - (DG, UK MMPB, p.375)

"She addressed the bear-furred T'lan Imass who'd spoken earlier. 'You are clanless, Legana Breed.' - (DG, UK mmpb, p.378)

The T’lan Imass raised his grey flint sword.

‘Hold it,’ Gesler growled. ‘If you need a soul to stopper that wound . . . use mine.’

Legana Breed’s head pivoted. Gesler’s jaw clenched. He nodded.

‘Insufficient,’ Hentos Ilm pronounced.

Legana Breed faced Stormy again. ‘I am the last of my clan,’ he rumbled. ‘L’echae Shayn shall end. This weapon is our memory. Carry it, mortal. Learn its weight. Stone ever thirsts for blood.’ He offered the marine the four-foot-long sword.

Face blank, Stormy accepted it. Felisin saw the muscles of his forearms stiffen as they took the weight and held it. - (DG UK Tpb p. 267)

 

‘He said there was great pain,’ the man muttered. ‘I asked How long?  

He said For ever. The wound heals around him, you see. She couldn’t  

command, you see. Not for something like that. He volunteered—’ -Stormy   - (DG UK TPB p. 268)

 

Truth spoke, his voice quavering. ‘Didn’t anybody else see?’ he asked. ‘The Bonecaster didn’t – I’m sure of it, she didn’t . . .’

‘What’re you going on about, lad?’ Gesler demanded.

‘That T’lan Imass. He tied it to his belt. By the hair. His bear cloak hid it.’

‘What?’

‘He took one of the heads. Didn’t anybody else see?’ - (DG UK TPB. p. 269)

 

 

A shape filled the entrance.  Broad-shouldered, wearing tattered, dripping furs.  A flat face, the skin betel brown and stretched taut over robust bones.  Pits for eyes.  Long arms hanging to the sides.  Fiddler’s brows rose.  A T’lan Imass.

Stormy cleared his throat.  “Legana Breed,”  he said, his voice oddly high.

The reply that rasped from the apparition was like the grating of barrow stones.  “I have come for my sword, mortal.”  - (BH, UK Tpb, p.840)