"Most likely," Kat replied with more impatience than she"d intended. In truth, after last nights" fruitless pursuit she was fast coming to the conclusion that their current hunting methods were never going to work, but she wasn"t in the mood to discuss the subject. "Did you have any luck?"
Annie grunted, not replying immediately but rather lowering her aged frame onto her step before fidgeting to get comfortable. After all the years the old woman had sat there, Kat wouldn"t have been surprised if the step bore a shallow b.u.m-shaped depression, and fleetingly regretted not checking before Annie appeared.
"Well," the old woman said once she"d settled, "depends on what you mean by luck. Didn"t find no demon dust but I"d already told you I wouldn"t. Got you this, though."
She held out a scruffy bag. Inside was what looked at first to be a coiled serpent with glistening th.o.r.n.y jewels decorating its skin. Kat frowned and looked more closely. "A whip?"
"Yeah, but not just any whip. It"s from up-City; apothaker skills have gone into that. See those gems? Real sharp and they"re supposed to be capable o" holding onto anything, even a demon, which is why I got interested. If it"s good enough for a demon, should be good enough for this Soul Thief. Can"t say for sure it"ll work, "cos I ain"t "ad a chance to try it, but I trust the source."
"Really?" Kat knew the disappointment showed in her voice. She didn"t want to offend Annie, who was a more than useful contact, but she"d hoped for something better than a gaudy piece of trinket-encrusted foolery.
"You don"t "ave to take it."
"No, that"s all right... Thank you, Annie." Kat took a closer look. In its own way the whip was beautiful. A coil of lacquered brown leather, intricately woven to produce a diamond criss-crossing pattern on the surface; perhaps she"d been overhasty in her dismissal; some fine workmanship had gone into this and no mistake. Whether or not the jewelled thorns could really trap a demon was another matter.
Even so, when she said, "Thank you," again, she did so with considerably more conviction.
"Also," Annie said, "there"s this man, says he can help. Name of Brent. Not local, fresh off the barge, but "e"s askin" questions "bout the Soul Thief same as you, and says he knows how to kill it."
All of which sounded unlikely. "If this Brent is from out of town, how has he even heard heard about the Soul Thief? Most folk in the City Below reckon she"s nothing more than an old wives" tale, so how come an outsider knows anything about her?" about the Soul Thief? Most folk in the City Below reckon she"s nothing more than an old wives" tale, so how come an outsider knows anything about her?"
"I don"t breckin" know." Annie waved an irritated hand, as if to ward off such stupidity. "Ask him, not me. Do you want me to set up a meet or what?"
Of course Kat did, though every sc.r.a.p of common sense in her body told her that something wasn"t right here.
Kat had a lot of things on her mind as she left Annie. She"d pinned a great deal of hope on the old woman and now felt frustrated, as if opportunity were somehow slipping from her grasp. This stranger, Brent, was a new factor, one she neither understood nor trusted. Yet she had to follow up on any possible lead, just in case. At least there was still that night"s hunt to look forward to. Even if it proved as fruitless as she feared, running around the streets was still a great way of letting off steam.
"Well, well, if it ain"t the little girl in black."
Kat froze, recognising the voice and cursing her own lack of alertness for the second time that day. Too little sleep, too much on her mind. This time, if they were spoiling for trouble, she was in just the mood to oblige them. She turned around slowly, to see a group of five men fronted by the Fang who had taken such delight in goading her that morning. He had a knife in his right hand and ran the flat of the blade casually back and forth across his left palm as he spoke. One of the others hefted a crude club. The intention to intimidate was as blatant as it was amusing.
"Wonderful. Playtime for the Fang Gang. That"s all I need."
The man appeared not to have heard. "No Tattooed Man "ere to protect you this time, my little darlin"." His smile was lecherous, triumphant and sly all at once; pure evil in a single leer. He went to step towards her.
Kat laughed. There was nothing theatrical or exaggerated in the sound, it was just a laugh. The Fang looked a little uncertain and his grin faltered; this clearly wasn"t the reaction he"d antic.i.p.ated.
"Is that what you think?" Kat demanded, incredulous. "You brecking idiot! M"gruth wasn"t protecting me, he was restraining me!"
It wasn"t so much a red mist that descended upon her then as a thrill, a singing of the blood, a sense of elation that here finally was a chance to let loose the beast inside her; that element which had enabled her to survive the Pits and emerge as one of its greatest and most feared champions. She welcomed the primordial presence as the old friend it was, opening herself to the bloodl.u.s.t and allowing it free access to her mind, her heart, her soul. Kat snarled: a chilling, animal sound. She drew her two short swords in a single smooth motion and danced forward, swift as a striking serpent. An expression of almost comic startlement now graced the first man"s face her c.o.c.ky would-be tormentor. He struck out with his own knife but Kat"s move had caught him off-guard and he hadn"t troubled to set his feet properly; the result was a poorly timed blow made in panic by a man who"d thought he was in charge of the situation and hadn"t yet caught up with dawning reality. Kat swayed and ducked, while never interrupting her forward momentum. The man"s arm and blade flashed past and above her shoulder. She plunged her own sword forward, feeling sudden resistance as the blade bit home. At no point did she even consider leniency.
The man screamed, others were yelling and cursing; Kat paid them no heed. She lashed out with the other sword, feeling it rake across a man"s side to her left even as she ripped the right-hand blade from the leading Fang"s torso, conscious of the splatter of warm blood on her arm. She didn"t push the second blade deeper, wary in case it became entangled in the ribcage. Someone tried to grapple her right arm from behind. She brought her elbow back sharply, feeling it crunch into the attacker"s face, mashing his nose. The arm came free again.
A fist swung towards her. She didn"t have time to register whether or not it held a blade, she simply ducked, swivelled and kicked out, the heel of her foot slamming into the man"s knee. It hit at an angle and she heard an audible crack as the leg buckled and the joint or bone gave way. Another scream. Another one down.
Suddenly she was free of attackers and had some breathing s.p.a.ce. She turned, adopting the fighter"s crouch which came as naturally to her as breathing. Mollified by this brief taste of freedom, the beast began to relent, to slip away into the recesses of her subconscious once more.
The five Fangs no longer looked quite so menacing. Two were on the ground. One lay in a foetal position, curled up as if to protect his belly, dead or dying; the other writhed and clutched his knee, groaning in marked contrast to the other"s silence. Of the three standing, one pressed a hand to his nose, blood flowing freely from beneath to cover mouth, chin and throat. A second was brave enough to still hold a sword, though the wound to his side wept redness and was plainly visible through the rent in his black shirt. The final Fang, the one she hadn"t come to grips with in those few brief seconds of explosive mayhem, just looked stunned.
She felt the anger cool; not disappear, but no longer irresistible. "I didn"t start this," she reminded them, "but I will finish it if you want me to; shouldn"t take long. One or two of you might even live to talk about it. Or we can stop fighting here and now and all walk away." Those who still can Those who still can, she thought but didn"t add.
The Fangs exchanged glances and seemed to reach a silent consensus. The one with the injured side slowly lowered his sword, knives were dropped and there was an obvious slump in all of them as they relaxed a little; the droop of resignation, of defeat. Kat stood straight and dipped her own blades. She didn"t sheath them wouldn"t until they were cleaned, but she no longer menaced the gang members with them.
"If you Fangs want to stake out some turf around here, that"s fine by me," she told them, "but there are a few things you need to learn if you want to keep hold of it." There might be a new order in the Under-City, but she intended to see that a few things stayed the same. "The first is that you leave the Tattooed Men alone. Let them pa.s.s where and when they want without interference you don"t trouble them, they won"t trouble you. The second is that you don"t ever, ever ever mess with their Death Queens. mess with their Death Queens.
"You got that?"
She watched their eyes widen as her meaning sunk in. They"d seen her with a Tattooed Man for Thaiss"s sake and yet it still hadn"t occurred to the stupid breckers who she was. They"d just taken her for a c.o.c.ky girl with a sword. That was the problem with reputations everyone expected her to be older and bigger. At least they would recognise her next time, she felt certain of that much.
Two of the Fangs nodded, acknowledging her words. None of them seemed keen to meet her gaze.
SIX.
Tom had never seen anywhere quite like the Four Spoke Inn. He"d been to a few taverns in the City Below and could see the resemblance, but he was also acutely aware of the differences. This was like some younger and more vibrant cousin to the under-City"s dingy drinking dens. It was bigger, brighter, airier, and somehow more welcoming than any tavern he"d experienced before. Even the seats and tables looked more comfortable, as if the furnishings had room to breathe here, which sounded ridiculous but it was how the place struck him.
The only uncomfortable aspect was fleetingly provided by the man standing station at the bar, who stared at their party in apparent horror as they entered, for all the world as if he"d just seen a ghost; or three in this instance, Kohn having remained outside. The man recovered quickly enough, however, and introduced himself as Seth Bryant, the inn"s landlord. He soon had the three of them seated with flagons of ale liberally watered in Tom"s case and bowls of hearty stew standing on the table before them.
Seth even took the presence of Kohn in his stride. "We"ve had the odd Kayjele stay over before," he explained, "on their way to and from the northern mountains and Thaiburley. He"ll have to sleep in the barn, though the inn doesn"t have rooms big enough for folk his size."
Tom found himself quickly warming to this Seth, who had a ready smile and was proving a jovial and attentive host. Dewar seemed considerably less enamoured, as if he too had noted the landlord"s initial reaction and wasn"t about to dismiss the expression so readily.
The tap room began to fill up as the evening progressed. Mildra vanished at some point. Tom initially a.s.sumed she had retired to her room, but learned from Seth that instead she had gone outside to see Kohn. Feeling a little guilty that he hadn"t done so himself, Tom followed.
Unused to drinking, he found himself less than fully steady on his feet, despite the watered-down ale.
Night had fallen while they were in the bar; a few stars speckled the sky and a half moon graced the world with subtle radiance. m.u.f.fled light also spilled from the inn"s windows, so he had little trouble making his way around the back of the Four Spoke Inn to where the stables were situated.
He found the pair of them sitting on bales of hay just inside the stable door. Either Mildra had taken a candle-lamp with her or Seth had provided Kohn with one; the tall white column of wax shielded in a bubble of gla.s.s now sat off to one side, presumably placed there to prevent its flickering flame from interfering with their view of the stars.
The Thaistess looked relaxed and greeted Tom cheerfully. Even Kohn smiled and made an inarticulate noise.
"Kohn"s pleased to see you," Mildra supplied."You can understand him?""Yes. Not the vocal expressions, well, no more than you can they don"t contain words as such, only emotional indicators. Kohn and his people speak with each other directly mind to mind."
"And you can hear this?"
"After a fashion. You probably could to, with enough practice and a little training."
Tom stared at the amiable giant and concentrated, willing some form of meaning or understanding to come through, but nothing did.
Mildra laughed. "I didn"t mean you"d be able to do it straight away."
Tom gave up, and asked instead, "Is that how they can understand us? Do they hear our thoughts rather than the actual words?"
Mildra looked at him with evident surprise. "Yes. The Kayjele don"t have a structured language as such, they"ve never had need of one. When you say something you also think it, and the Kayjele can skim the meaning from the surface of your mind."
Tom had the feeling that he"d just impressed the Thaistess, and didn"t want to spoil that by showing any alarm at the thought of what else Kohn might have skimmed from his mind the horror he"d felt on first meeting the giant and the dismay at having him as a travelling companion, for example. So he tried to keep his features impa.s.sive and simply nodded.
When they left Kohn and headed back to the inn, Tom thought that perhaps he did sense something from the giant an impression of contentment though that could just have been wishful thinking. As they walked, Mildra slipped her arm inside Tom"s. It was a casual gesture, at least it seemed so as far as she was concerned. For his part, Tom became instantly conscious of the gentle pressure of her arm resting on his and of where it pressed against his side. He also had no idea how best to hold his own arm to accommodate hers. The last thing he wanted was for the young woman beside him to break this intimate contact and pull away, so he did his best to keep in the same position he"d held originally. Trying to do this caused his arm to stiffen and freeze in place, transforming it from a mobile and flexible limb into an ungainly lump which had little to do with him but just happened to jut out awkwardly from his shoulder blade.
The brief walk around to the inn"s door was therefore a mixed experience for Tom. He was thrilled at Mildra"s touch but at the same time frustrated by his own sense of clumsiness. Thankfully, the Thaistess seemed completely oblivious to his discomfort, chatting enthusiastically about the two days spent aboard the barge and how much she"d enjoyed the experience.
They"d evidently saved themselves many days" journey by travelling on the river. The road between Crosston and Thaiburley was far from direct due to the mountainous terrain around the city. Tom only hoped they could make the next stage of the trip in similar fashion and, by the sound of it, so did Mildra.
Tom"s good mood was punctured as soon as they stepped back inside the inn. Dewar was waiting for them. He said quietly, "We"d best all get an early night. I want to start out first thing in the morning."
"Why the rush," Tom asked, a little petulantly."Because our landlord is not to be trusted. Don"t be fooled by the ready smile and false joviality; he"s not all he seems and the sooner we"re away from here the better."
Mildra raised her eyebrows in obvious surprise. "Presumably you can"t be that worried, or why are we still at the inn at all?" she asked.
"Because unless I miss my guess our arrival has caught him by surprise. Besides, I don"t believe he"ll try anything while we"re under his roof that would draw too much attention so moving elsewhere might actually make us more more vulnerable. But we should be off as early as possible in the morning, ahead of whatever surprises he might be cooking up." vulnerable. But we should be off as early as possible in the morning, ahead of whatever surprises he might be cooking up."
Mildra was clearly sceptical, and Tom instinctively wanted to take her side, but then he remembered that look on Seth"s face as they"d arrived, which seemed so at odds with the rest of the man"s behaviour. Grudgingly, Tom had to admit that perhaps Dewar had a point. So he kept his mouth shut and headed for bed.
Seth was stunned when the three ill-matched strangers walked into his inn. He knew immediately who they were how often did you find a Thaistess wandering the roads? Their mention of a Kayjele travelling with them only confirmed things. This was the party the demon had warned him to watch for and charged him to stop, to kill. So how the breck had they reached Crosston? What had become of the men he"d sent to ambush them on the road? A force recruited in secret no point in blowing his carefully constructed cover at this point at no small cost to him in terms of time, effort and coin.Had those men failed him? Had they been too lazy or cowardly to actually launch an attack? It seemed unlikely; he had yet to pay them anything more than a trifling retainer. What then?
He soon learned the truth, after slipping into the familiar persona of cheerful landlord and making an appropriate fuss of these new guests. They had arrived by boat. By boat? By boat? Impossible; the Kayjele always walked to and from Thaiburley, hating the river and mistrusting boats everybody knew that. He"d depended on that very fact when setting up the ambush. Apparently, everybody was wrong. Either that or these were exceptional circ.u.mstances, or perhaps an exceptional Kayjele. Impossible; the Kayjele always walked to and from Thaiburley, hating the river and mistrusting boats everybody knew that. He"d depended on that very fact when setting up the ambush. Apparently, everybody was wrong. Either that or these were exceptional circ.u.mstances, or perhaps an exceptional Kayjele.
Whatever the truth, his scheme had failed not something he cared to report to the demon which meant he needed to come up with a plan B, and quickly. Poison was always an option, but he"d prefer not to kill guests staying under his own roof, valuing this ident.i.ty and this life too highly to throw it all away needlessly.
The newcomers themselves seemed nothing out of the ordinary, though there was something vaguely familiar about the man, an uncomfortable stirring of memory that suggested Seth should recall a long forgotten mention of just such a person, though he couldn"t for the life of him think what.
The hired thugs he"d dispatched to intercept the group would be waiting for their intended prey some distance out of town necessary to create the illusion that the ambush was the work of brigands, to disa.s.sociate any connection with Crosston or with him. If he sent a messenger recalling them now and the men rode through the night, they could be back here by late morning of the next day.
He settled on Wil young enough to still be excited at the suggestion of intrigue and adventure, naive enough to be trustworthy and, most importantly of all, the lad had access to a horse.
Wil lapped up Seth"s claim that the newcomers were not all they seemed, that they were in fact fugitives fleeing from Thaiburley after having committed heinous crimes. As landlord, Seth had been alerted to keep an eye out for just such a party said to include a Kayjele and a beautiful trickster posing as a Thaistess; could you believe such nerve? When Seth went on to explain that there was a group of Thaiburley officers not a day"s ride away, Wil insisted on riding immediately to fetch them. How could the landlord refuse such an offer? Wil finished his drink and left, his sense of righteous purpose apparent in every stride. Seth smiled; oh what he"d give to be that young again, if not that impressionable.
This night held all the promise of being as frustrating as the last. Kat crouched over the withered husk of a man who less than an hour ago had been alive. She was searching for some clue, which in her heart of hearts she knew wasn"t there to find. M"gruth was trying to get some sense from the traumatised wife, who stood with her back pressed firmly to the wall as if to make certain no nightmare could creep up behind her, and whose body shook as violently as her voice. Somewhere nearby a baby screamed, its cries going unheeded. The wife"s wide-eyed stare never left her husband"s corpse.
One step behind again, as they"d been the previous night and as they were always going to be.
With nothing more to be done, Kat and M"gruth left, pa.s.sing through the open doorway, avoiding the splintered shards of wood which were all that remained of the barrier that was supposed to have shut out any darkness from the outside world. Rel waited anxiously for them in the street beyond.
"Looks as if we"re in for another night of withered corpses and the wailing of the bereaved," M"gruth muttered.
"You mean another night of chasing shadows," Kat replied.
The two shared a glance, and she knew then that the older man shared her reservations about current tactics, and she suppressed a small triumphant smile.
"Hey, you three!" The shout came from a little way down the street and carried with it the arrogance of a.s.sumed authority, a tone which never failed to rile her.
She stared in astonishment. "I don"t frissing believe it." There, clearly visible in the glow of the street lamps, stood a man wearing the dull brown uniform of the City Watch. "A razzer, patrolling after globes out?"
"What are you up to?" the officer asked, striding towards them.
"Trust me, you don"t want to know," M"gruth replied.
"That"s for me to decide. Now stay where you are, all of you."
"Keep out of this, razzer, it"s none of your brecking business."
Something wasn"t right here. The Watch rarely ventured into the streets after globes out and never never did so solo; where was the man"s partner? Kat heard a hissing sound from somewhere above her head. It reminded her of a suppressed sneeze, and she glanced up to catch a fleeting glimpse of a dark shape flying quickly past and another expanding one plummeting towards her. did so solo; where was the man"s partner? Kat heard a hissing sound from somewhere above her head. It reminded her of a suppressed sneeze, and she glanced up to catch a fleeting glimpse of a dark shape flying quickly past and another expanding one plummeting towards her.
"Net!" she yelled, diving to one side even as the word screamed from her mouth. She was conscious of Rel and M"gruth also throwing themselves in opposite directions, though presumably the older man was a little slower or had simply been in the wrong place. The net caught Kat"s trailing foot but she pulled her heel free without any difficulty; twin swords drawn as she sprang to her feet, to see Rel staring wide-eyed at a floundering M"gruth, who"d been caught beneath the weighted net. The older man, still on his feet, stopped struggling and said to the younger, "Well, what are you gawping at? Cut me free."
"Leave that net alone!" the razzer commanded. He"d nearly reached them.
Ignoring him, Rel grabbed a handful of netting and started to hack at it with his sword. He didn"t get far. A large form swooped down a man thumping into Rel feet first and sending him sprawling before disappearing upward once more, though not before Kat caught a glimpse of uniform and outstretched cape. A Kite Guard! Kite Guard! What the breck was a Kite Guard doing in the City Below? They were cloud sc.r.a.pers, the razzers of the elite, to be found only in the rarefied environs of the city"s upper Rows, not slumming it with the grubbers down here. What the breck was a Kite Guard doing in the City Below? They were cloud sc.r.a.pers, the razzers of the elite, to be found only in the rarefied environs of the city"s upper Rows, not slumming it with the grubbers down here.
The razzer without a cape had arrived now, brandishing his puncheon as if he wanted to hit somebody with it. Kat leapt over the winded Rel to face him.
She"d never taken a blade to a razzer before and didn"t particularly want to start now, though she had a feeling there wasn"t going to be much choice. They might be synonymous with incompetence and corruption, but the Watch still represented authority, and matters tended to run far more smoothly down here if you kept "authority" out of things.
Predictably, the razzer acted as all razzers will and fired his puncheon at her without further warning. Kat was ready, dodging to her right and flicking out the sword in her left hand to deflect the club as it sprang towards her. Before the puncheon could retract into its sheath again, she danced forward to bring the flat of her other blade smartly down onto the razzer"s hand, causing him to drop the weapon with a surprised yelp. Then she was behind him, sword edge pressed to his throat.
"Don"t move," she hissed. Probably unnecessary, but she"d hate the embarra.s.sment of the man slitting his own throat by fidgeting or trying something heroic.
"Kite Guard, we don"t want any trouble, but nor are we going to stand around quietly while you catch us in your net and pummel us with your puncheon." She strained to see upwards and thought she caught the suggestion of something moving past just beyond the reach of the street lamps, but couldn"t be sure. "So come down here and let"s talk things through."
Rel was back on his feet and, between them, he and M"gruth had managed to get the older man free of the webbing.
"A Kite Guard, down here?" M"Gruth asked quietly. "Are you sure?"
Nets dropping from the sky and a flying man kicking people over, what else did he think it could be? "I"m sure."
"Release the guardsman first," a voice said from above them.
He was on one of the roofs on the opposite side of the street. Rel and M"Gruth both looked at her, but she shook her head; subtly, slightly. No point in antagonising him by attacking. Strange how the command structure of their little trio had undergone an unspoken adjustment.
"Happy to let him go, if you agree to come down here and join us. It"s not just because of the crick in my neck, I hate talking to someone I can"t see makes me nervous."
"Let the officer go first," he repeated.
"Done, if you agree to come down once I have."
There was a pause. "Very well."