"Can you at least get it to go away?"
I do not have that power, Garrett. You seem to have done what was needed to discourage it, though it is losing its determination very slowly.
Not sure what he meant, I took a peek outside. The spider was more involved in scratching itself and less interested in my place. I went back. "You going to contribute something now or are you just going back to sleep?"
Though I am certain you brought this upon yourself and deserve any villainies visited upon you, it seems- "Don"t get wise, Old Bones. That thing didn"t come to see me. Neither did those firebombers. I wasn"t home either time. So you tell me-"
Quiet. I must reflect. You are correct. I have failed to see the obvious, that you are too small a mouse to interest this cat.
"I think you"re special, too."
Quiet.
He reflected. He batted that spider away. I got tired of waiting. "You better not take forever. It won"t be long before we"re up to our hips in people who want to know what"s going on. Hill-type people."
Correct. I have foreseen that. I do not have enough information. You must tell me all that has happened since you became involved. Spare me no detail.
I protested.
Hurry. The thing will accept defeat soon. The minions of the state will bestir themselves. It will be to your advantage to be absent when they arrive. You will not be absent if you do not hasten.
That was true, though maybe it wasn"t his full concern. I played along, anyway. I started at the beginning and gave him everything to the moment I"d gotten in a step ahead of the spider. The telling took a while.
He took a while longer to digest everything. I was pretty antsy when Dean stuck his head in. "Mr. Garrett, that thing gave up."
I hurried to the front door and peeked out. Dean was right. It was staggering down the street, not even trying to walk on air, spending more energy scratching than going. I bounced back into the Dead Man"s room. "It"s headed out, Chuckles. We don"t have much time." I leaned back into the hall. "Dean, tell Maya we"ve got to get out of here."
He scowled at me. He muttered and cursed and made it d.a.m.ned clear he thought I had no business putting Maya at risk.
The Dead Man said, If I can have your attention? If I can have your attention?
"You got it, Smiley."
Your sense of humor never rises above the juvenile. Pay attention. First, it is probable that you are correct. The attacks upon this house were not launched either to get you or because the place belongs to you. For a moment I considered it possible that I was their target. That seemed reasonable under the a.s.sumption that this trouble springs from the source I suspect. But that source should not be aware of my presence, considering its prior indifference to researching the nature of its adversaries. So its focus, its interest, must be something within the house.
Say what? He knew who was stirring all the commotion?
Have you bothered to examine the guest room ? You did not mention having done so, yet I cannot imagine any protege of mine having been so lax as to have overlooked the obvious.
He was going to bounce right up on his high horse. He loves it when he nails me.
d.a.m.n it, I"d thought about this before and I hadn"t bothered to see if Jill had left something.
Sometimes you get too busy to think.
Now, with him sitting there smirking, I began to wonder if Jill hadn"t set me up.
"Dean! Go upstairs and see if Jill left anything in the guest room. Maya can help you look. If you don"t find anything, look wherever she could"ve gotten to while she was here. If you still don"t find anything, look where she couldn"t have gotten. There must be something."
Better late than never.
"Right. I"m sure the neighbors will agree when they try to figure out why their houses got torn up."
He understood. If he"d gotten off his mental duff back when, we might not have this mess now.
Let us not fall to bickering, Garrett. Time has been wasted. Let us waste no more.
"Check. So let"s get at it. You think you know what"s going on? Do you know anything about these Sons of Hammon?"
I recall them. A vicious and nihilistic cult. For them all life is sorrow and misery and punishment and shall continue to be till their Devourer has been unchained to scour the world clean. The many shall be consumed and the True Believers, the Faithful, who serve without cavil, who help release the Devourer and set the Devastation in motion, shall be rewarded with perpetual bliss. Their paradise resembles the adolescent paradise of the Shades cults. Milk and honey, streets of gold, an inexhaustible supply of suppliant virgins.
"That part doesn"t sound so bad."
To you it would not.
I waited for him to tell me more.
The cult"s roots reach back to the time of your prophet Terrell. It was declared heretic and a persecution launched against it a thousand years ago. Till then it was just one of countless Hanite cults. The heretics fled into various nonhuman areas. A colony formed in Carathca, where its doctrines became polluted by dark elfish nihilism, then fell under the sway of devil-worshippers who brought it around to its present philosophical form three hundred years ago. About that time its high priests began claiming direct revelations from heaven, revelations the laity could feel themselves. The cult began acting politically, trying to hasten the Devastation.
They were persecuted, Garrett. First in the power games of empire and churches, then because the masters of Carathca grew afraid of them and wanted to drive them out.
The cult faded into the human population, which supported it because humans were not well treated in Carathca. It deployed all the instruments of terror. After two generations it mastered Carathca. The dark-elfin n.o.bility survived only as puppets. The countryside for fifty miles around fell under cult sway. Fanatic a.s.sa.s.sins went out to silence the Devastator"s enemies. The cult became so dangerous, so vicious, that the early Karentine Kings had no choice but war or submission. They chose war, as humans always do, determined to exterminate the cult. For a time it seemed they had succeeded. King Beran declared them extinct only to be a.s.sa.s.sinated by a branch which had established itself in TunFaire under another name. His son Brian continued the fight and, it appeared, succeeded in extinguishing the cult"s last lights a century and a half ago. Do you follow?
"Well enough. I don"t understand, but I don"t have to understand to deal with them, do I?"
You need understand only that they are more dangerous than anyone you have ever battled, excepting perhaps vampires defending their nest. They do not just believe, they know. Their devil G.o.d has spoken to each of them directly and has given each of them a look into a paradise where they will spend eternity. They will do anything because they know there is no penalty to compare with their coming reward. They fear nothing. They are saved and will be born again, and concrete evidence has been given them for this. They need take the word of no one but their G.o.d himself.
I got a really creepy feeling. "Just wait up, Old Bones. What the h.e.l.l? I don"t need this. I"m a nonbeliever. You trying to tell me there"s no side of the angels, that there really is a G.o.d and he"s really a devil and-"
Hold! Enough!
I calmed down a little, though I was still pretty shaky. Think about stepping up face-to-face with possible proof that something you find completely repellent is the law of the universe.
We Loghyr have never found proof of the existence of any G.o.ds. Neither have we disproved their existence, although logic militates against it. They are not necessary to explain anything. Nature does not provide that which is not needed.
He"d never spent half a year trying to survive in a swamp infested with five-hundred parasitic species. Were G.o.ds some sort of psychic or spiritual parasites?
However, proof or lack thereof are unnecessary to the mind that must believe. And that mind becomes doubly narrow and doubly dangerous when it is given what it perceives as proof. Then it can begin to create that in which it believes.
Hanging out with him wasn"t all a dead waste. "You mean somebody is running a game on the Sons of Hammon, making like he"s their G.o.d? Fooling them into doing his dirty deeds?"
Someone was back when the cult ruled Carathca and its environs. We who brought about his downfall believed we had destroyed him. Perhaps we failed. Or perhaps another has taken his place, though what other there could be is a greater puzzle than how the one we fought could have escaped to nurture his wickedness in secret.
I was on a roll. "We"re talking another dead Loghyr here, aren"t we?" It didn"t take much imagination to see how my old buddy here could kick a.s.s if he wasn"t so d.a.m.ned lazy.
We are. We are speaking of the only Loghyr ever to have gone mad. We are speaking of a true son of the Beast, if you will, who did great evils while he lived, in the guises of several of your history"s bloodiest villains, and who strove to do greater evils still after the righteous slew him.
We chattered back and forth. He convinced me that not only could a live Loghyr pa.s.s for human, but that it had been done countless times-and some of the worst men of olden times and a couple of saints hadn"t been human at all. But he couldn"t make me understand why, even though we humans are notorious meddlers. Loghyr are supposed to stand outside and observe and look down their noses.
"Interesting as h.e.l.l. I"m learning things about Loghyr I never suspected. We"ll have to have a long chat someday. But we don"t have time right now. We have to make moves and make them fast, or all the machineries of the state will have us under siege and we won"t be able to do a thing."
You may be right.
"You figure there"s a Loghyr out there somewhere who"s revived the old cult? I"ll buy that. But why the h.e.l.l are they tearing up TunFaire?"
I must confess, that has me baffled. It is my guess that Magister Peridont could have told us. The Craight woman might know. She was trusted more than any rational man should trust a woman. Peridont may have revealed himself. Find her, Garrett. Bring her to me.
"Right. Like snapping my fingers."
Also find, or at least identify, the man who was in that apartment opposite hers. I have a hunch he is as important as the Craight woman. Perhaps more so.
A hunch ? The Dead Man? That flabby lump of pure reason? It couldn"t be.
Dean came in. "We couldn"t find anything, Mr. Garrett."
"Keep looking. There"s got to be something."
Not necessarily, Garrett. All there needs be is the perception that there is something.
I"d thought that myself but I didn"t like it. "She set us up as a diversion?"
There is that possibility. It gains weight if we presume Magister Peridont told her something that would be of interest to those who are plaguing us.
"I just might break both her kneecaps next time I see her." I could see her siccing those guys on us in hopes they"d get into it with the Dead Man. It was the kind of stunt I might have tried if I wanted somebody off my back.
A troop of the Watch is coming, Garrett. You would be wise to absent yourself now. I will deal with them. Bring me that woman.
I ducked out the back way, leaving Dean to bolt up behind me, mumbling and grumbling and secretly pleased to be close to the heart of things.
Maya stuck with me again. There was no arguing her into going back to the Doom.
"At least let them know you"re alive and healthy. I don"t want Tey Koto ambushing me because she thinks I"ve trifled with you."
She burst out laughing. I guess I would have, too, if somebody had tossed "trifle" at me. "You"re too much, Garrett. How can somebody in your business have so many little blind spots and naivetes?"
It was a question you would expect from someone beyond her age. But the young aren"t stupid and sometimes they"re more perceptive than us old cynics with our a.r.s.enals of preconceptions. I told her the truth.
"I nurture them. There are poetic truths as well as scientific truths. They maybe look silly to you, but I think they deserve to be sustained."
She laughed but there was no mockery in it, just pleasure. "Good for you, Garrett. Now you know why I love you. Inconsistencies and all."
The little witch sure knew how to rattle a guy.
42.
Back about a thousand years ago the other evening, Morley had made a crack about how I might be better off if everybody thought I was dead. I didn"t know how to make that look believable, but I figured I could do the next best thing and disappear. Wedge and my angels had taken off. Though the neighborhood was in a state of ferment, with what looked like the whole d.a.m.ned population of TunFaire in the streets wanting to know what had happened, I didn"t think anybody else would be watching. It seemed the right time to get lost.
"Where can we go?" Maya asked.
"Good question." There had to be somewhere n.o.body would think to look, someplace we could get in and out of without anybody noticing. Someplace we could live a while without the regular business of life giving us away. I couldn"t think of anywhere perfect, though I had a few morally indebted ex-clients who might put me up.
Maya asked, "How about that apartment across from Hester"s? She"s gone and everybody"s sacked her place, so n.o.body ought to be interested in the building. And you know that squorky little guy isn"t going to come back."
"Squorky?"
"Yeah. You know. Dorky and creepy at the same time."
She was right. The place was as decent a hideout as we were likely to find. We headed over there. We had no more trouble getting inside than we"d had before. It must be nice having the kingpin holding an umbrella over your head.
Sometimes. Hadn"t done me that much good, had it?
We barely got inside before Maya started grumbling. "I"m hungry."
"I saw some stuff in the kitchen when I tossed the place."
The apartment hadn"t been set up for living. The stores consisted mostly of stuff that couldn"t be put together into a decent meal. As we did our best, I asked, "Why didn"t you have Dean feed you before you left?"
"Why didn"t you?"
"Point. I had too much on my mind." I stirred some goop and wondered why Dean hadn"t been able to find anything Jill had left. The note she had left here indicated that what the Sons of Hammon wanted was safe. There would be no safer place than with the Dead Man, so I couldn"t see her taking it out of the house.
I wondered how she"d planned to collect it later if that had been her plan. I wondered what the h.e.l.l it was. The missing Terrell Relics Peridont had wanted me to find? Possibly. But it didn"t seem likely the Relics would get a heretical cult so excited they"d risk destruction to glom them.
Once again I was back to a need for research. Thanks to Dean and the Dead Man I knew what the cult was and what it wanted, but that information was pretty spare. I had to know more about what they believed and why they believed it. A lot more.
Though if I could lay hands on Jill, that might not be necessary.
"Look. I found some wine," Maya said. She seemed pleased, so I was pleased for her, but the discovery didn"t excite me.
"Good. Put it on the table." I went on thinking, about the kingpin. His people had been quiet for a while; probably lying low until the outrage died down. It would. It always does in TunFaire. Who could stay exercised about the deaths of a bunch of weird strangers?
The wine wasn"t bad as wines go. Whoever laid in the stock had expensive tastes. It helped the rest of an absurd meal go down with less difficulty.
I said, "Dean"s gotten me spoiled. I"m getting so I expect decent food all the time."
"We could eat out."
I gave her a sharp look. She was teasing. But she added, "You promised."
I did? That"s not the way I remembered it. "Maybe after this is over. If you can stand getting fixed up." It had been a while since Dean"s niece had worked her over. She"d begun to look a little ragged. But hadn"t I, too? "I"m shot. I"ve got to get some sleep. We"ll hit the Tenderloin again after breakfast."
I carried a lamp around to check the possibilities. I could make do in the parlor. I made sure the windows were covered so n.o.body would see a light moving around, then took my shoes off and started arranging a place to lie down. Suddenly I had about as much energy as a vampire at high noon.