Luthien stared at the figurine Oliver had noted. It was a fine representation of a halfling in pewter, standing boldly, cape billowing out behind him and sword drawn, its tip to the ground beside bare, hair-topped feet. A fine work indeed, but Luthien couldn"t help but notice how it paled compared with the larger, gem-studded statues in the window beside it.
Luthien grabbed Oliver by the arm, just as the halfling placed the gla.s.s cutter on the window.
"Who put it there?" Luthien asked.
Oliver looked at him blankly.
"The statue," Luthien explained. "Who put it on such prominent display?"
Oliver looked at him doubtfully, then turned to regard the statue. "The proprietor?" he asked more than stated, wondering why the answer didn"t seem obvious to his companion.
"Why?"
"What are you whispering about?" the halfling demanded.
"Bait for a halfling thief?" Luthien asked.
Again Oliver looked at him doubtfully.
"You must learn to smell such things," Luthien replied with a smile, perfectly mimicking Oliver"s accent.
Oliver looked back to the statue, and for the first time noticed how out of place it truly seemed. He turned and nodded grimly to Luthien. "We should be leaving."
Luthien felt the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. He leaned out of the alcove, looking one way and then the other, and his expression was grave when he slipped back in beside Oliver.
"Cyclopians at both ends of the lane," he explained.
"Of course," Oliver replied. "They were there all alo-" The halfling stopped in mid-sentence, suddenly viewing things with the same suspicion as Luthien.
"They were indeed," the young Bedwyr remarked dryly.
"Have we been baited?" Oliver asked.
In answer, Luthien pointed upwards. "The rooftops?"
Oliver replaced his tools and had the grapnel out in an instant, twirling it about and letting fly. Once secured, he handed the rope to Luthien and said politely, "After you."
Luthien took the rope and glared at Oliver, knowing that the reason the halfling wanted him to go first was so that Oliver could be hauled up and wouldn"t have to climb.
"And do look about before you bring me up," the halfling remarked.
With a resigned sigh, the young man began the arduous task of climbing hand over hand. Oliver snickered when Luthien was out of the way, noticing that the young man"s crimson-hued shadow had been left behind on the pewter store"s window.
Luthien did not take note of Oliver"s movements as he went up, reminding himself that he shouldn"t be surprised when he pulled the halfling up a few minutes later to find Oliver carrying a sack filled with china plates and crystal goblets.
"I could not let all our work this night go to waste," the sly halfling explained.
They set off among the steeply pitched rooftops, often walking in gullies between two separate roofs. Unlike the city section near the dividing wall, all the buildings here were joined together, making the whole block one big mountainlike landscape of wooden shingles and poking chimneys. Scrambling along, Luthien and Oliver were often separated, and only luck prevented Luthien from whispering to a shadowy form that appeared in a gully ahead of him.
The form moved before Luthien could speak, and that movement showed it to be several times the size of the halfling.
Cyclopians were on the roofs.
Luthien fell flat on his belly, thanking G.o.d once more for his crimson cape. He glanced about, hoping that Oliver would amble up beside him, but had a feeling that the halfling had gone beyond this point along the other side of the angled roof to Luthien"s left. He could only hope that Oliver was as wary, and as lucky, as he.
Faced with a dangerous decision, Luthien took out his bow and unfolded it, popping the pin into place. The cyclopian in the gully ahead continued to mill about, apparently not yet sensing that it was not alone. Luthien knew he could hit it, but feared that if the shot was not a clean and swift kill, the brute would bring half the Praetorian Guards in Montfort down upon him.
His decision was made for him a moment later when he heard a cry and a crash, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of a certain halfling"s taunts.
Oliver had not been caught unawares. Moving along the gutter overlooking the avenue, the halfling had noted a movement near the peak of the high roof. For a fleeting instant, he thought it to be Luthien, but he realized that his companion was not so stupid as to be up high where he might be spotted a block away.
Oliver then pressed on, looking for a more defensible position. If those were indeed cyclopians up there, they could dislodge him from his precarious perch simply by sliding down the steep roof into him. The halfling came to a break and started to turn right, but stopped, noticing the same cyclopian Luthien was watching. Fortunately, the dull-witted cyclopian hadn"t noticed Oliver, and so the halfling ran on along the gutter, taking some consolation in the fact that this next roof was not nearly as steep.
He was hoping that he could get around this roof, too. Then he could swing back around to come at the cyclopian in the gully from the opposite side of Luthien.
He never made it that far.
A cyclopian came at him from over the rooftop, half running, half bouncing its way down, sword waving fiercely. Oliver dropped his sack of booty to the roof and drew rapier and main gauche, settling into a defensive crouch. When the cyclopian came upon him, predictably leading with its outstretched sword, the halfling dodged aside and hooked the blade with his shorter weapon.
He tugged fiercely and the dumb cyclopian, not wanting to lose its weapon, held on stubbornly. Its momentum, coupled with Oliver"s tug, proved too much, though, and over the edge the brute pitched, getting a kick in the rump from Oliver as it went tumbling past. The cyclopian yelped through the twenty-five-foot drop, then quieted considerably when it smacked the cobblestones face first. Its arm twisted underneath as it hit, and its own sword drove up through its chest and back to stick garishly into the air.
"Fear not, stupid one-eye," Oliver taunted. He knew he should be quiet, but he just couldn"t resist. "Even my main gauche could not now take your precious sword from you!"
Oliver spun about-to see three more cyclopians coming down at him from the rooftop. Figuring to go out in style, the halfling swashbuckler removed his great hat from one of the housebreaker"s many magical pouches, slapped it against his hip to get the wrinkles out, and plopped it onto his head.
The cyclopian in the gully jumped straight up at the sound, then shuddered suddenly as Luthien"s arrow drove into its back. Luthien started to jump up, thinking to run to Oliver"s aid, but he flattened himself again, hearing the distinctive clicks of crossbows from the top of the steep roof to his left.
They were firing blindly, unable to penetrate the crimson cape"s camouflage, but they had an idea of where to shoot. Luthien nearly wet his pants as three quarrels drove into the wood, one barely inches from his face.
Luthien was not so blind to the archers, though, seeing their black silhouettes clearly against the cloudy gray sky. He knew that there must be magic in the folding bow (or he must have been blessed with an inordinate amount of luck), for his next shot was too perfect as he shifted to the side and awkwardly fired off the arrow.
One of the cyclopians was jolted upright and tilted back its thick head-Luthien could see the thin black line of his arrow sticking from the creature"s forehead. The brute reached up and grabbed the quivering shaft, then fell backward, dead, and slid halfway down the other side of the roof.
The other two cyclopians disappeared behind the roof peak.
Oliver"s rapier darted left, then right, his main gauche slashing out to the side, intercepting one attack, his spinning rapier defeating another. Down ducked the halfling as a cyclopian sword swooped over his head.
Then he sneaked in a counter, jabbing his rapier into the leg of one of the brutes just above the knee. The one-eye howled in pain.
"Ha, ha!" Oliver cried, as though the score was a foregone conclusion, hiding his honest surprise that, in his wild flurry, he had managed to hit anything. He brought his rapier up to the brim of his cap in victorious salute, but was put back on his heels, spinning and dodging, even whimpering a bit, as the wounded cyclopian responded with a vicious flurry of its own.
The halfling felt his heels hanging over open air. His blades went into another blinding spin, keeping the cyclopians at bay long enough for him to skitter along the roof"s edge. The maneuver allowed him to regain secure footing, though the cyclopians kept pace every step, and the halfling quickly came to the realization that fighting with three-to-one odds, with his back leaning out over a long drop, was not such a smart thing to do.
The two cyclopians, their crossbows reloaded, popped up over the roof peak again. They glanced all about, cursing the crafty thief and his concealing cloak, then fired at the spot where they suspected Luthien had been.
Luthien, having slipped around the roof, looked up the slope, past the dead cyclopian, to the backs of his remaining adversaries. Up came the bow and he let fly his arrow, hearing the grunt as one of the brutes caught it full in the back. The other cyclopian regarded its companion curiously for just a moment, then snapped its terrified gaze about. It scrambled up the last few steps of the roof and leaped over the peak, but took Luthien"s next flying arrow right in the belly.
Groaning, the brute disappeared over the peak.
Luthien readied another arrow, amazed, for the cyclopian that had taken the shot in the back staggered down the peak at him. The brute picked up momentum and speed with every stride, and Luthien soon realized that it was running completely out of control, blinded by pain and rage. It fell far short of Luthien and slid down to the roof"s rough shingles on its face.
Oliver"s only saving grace was the fact that the three cyclopians had never learned to fight in harmony. Their lumbering strikes did not complement each other, and for Oliver, it seemed more as though he was fighting one fast, long-armed opponent than three.
Still, the halfling was in a precarious position, and it was only the cyclopians" clumsiness, and not his own skills with the blade, that gained him a temporary advantage. One of the brutes lunged forward only to be intercepted by the cyclopian standing beside it, also lunging forward. The two got tangled together, and one actually fell on its rump to the roof. The third cyclopian, also coming straight forward in a thrusting maneuver, became distracted, turning its gaze to the side.
Oliver"s main gauche took the weapon from the brute"s hand.
"What will you do now?" the halfling taunted his disarmed opponent. The cyclopian stared dumbfoundedly at its empty hand as though it had been betrayed.
The angry brute snarled, curled its fingers and punched out, and Oliver, caught by surprise, barely ducked in time. The halfling had to bend at the waist, then wave his arms frantically to regain his balance. He came up straight and slashed across with his shorter blade, forcing the advancing cyclopian back at the last desperate instant.
"I had to ask," Oliver scolded himself.
His slip had given the edge back to the cyclopians, all three standing straight and untangled once more. The one who had lost its sword grinned wickedly, drawing out a long curved dagger.
Oliver was back on his heels in an instant. "This is not going well at all," he admitted, and gave a profound sigh.
One of the brutes lunged for him again, and Oliver"s rapier turned the attack aside. Then, to Oliver"s surprise, the cyclopian kept going forward, pitching right off the ledge-and Oliver noticed an arrow sticking from its back. The halfling glanced up past the cyclopians to see Luthien running over the peak, bow in hand and readying another arrow.
"I love this man," Oliver said, sighing.
One of the cyclopians charged up to intercept Luthien before he could ready another arrow.
Luthien shrugged and smiled agreeably, dropping the bow to the roof and whipping out his sword. In came the brute, standing somewhat below the young man, and down snapped Luthien"s blade, diagonally across the cyclopian"s sword.
Luthien brought his sword back up, turning it as he went so that its tip sailed further ahead, nicking the cyclopian on the cheek. Up came the cyclopian"s blade as well, stubbornly aimed for Luthien"s chest.
But Luthien was quick enough to bring his sword ringing down on the thrust once again, this time turning his blade under his own arm as he slapped the cyclopian"s sword out to the side. Continuing the subtle twist of the wrist, Luthien straightened his elbow suddenly, snapping the sword tip ahead.
The cyclopian grimaced and took a quick step back, sliding Luthien"s blade out of its chest. It looked down to the wound, even managed to get a hand up to feel the warmth of its spilling blood, then slumped facedown on the roof.
The cyclopian remaining against Oliver, wielding only the dagger, used sheer rage to keep the halfling on the defensive. It sliced across, back and forth, and Oliver had to keep hopping up on his toes, sucking in his ample stomach as the blade zipped past. The halfling held his rapier out in front to keep the cyclopian somewhat at arm"s length and kept hurling taunts at the brute, goading it into making a mistake.
"I know that one-eye is not a proper description," the halfling said, laughing. "I know that cyclopians have two eyes, and the brown one on their backsides is by far the prettier!"
The brute howled and whipped its arm above its head, cutting down with the dagger as if it meant to split Oliver down the middle. In stepped the halfling and up came his arms in a cross above his head, catching and cradling the heavy blow, though his little legs nearly buckled under the tremendous weight.
Oliver spun about to put his back toward his opponent, which further extended the cyclopian"s arm and forced the brute to lean forward. Before the cyclopian could react, Oliver reversed his grip on his main gauche and brought it swinging down, like a pendulum, to rise behind him and move in the general direction of the cyclopian"s groin.
Up went the squealing cyclopian on its toes and higher, and Oliver aided the momentum by bending at the waist and throwing his weight backward into the brute"s rising shins.
Then the cyclopian was flying free, turning a half somersault. It hit the cobblestones flat on its back and lay very still.
"It is not so bad," Oliver called after it. "While you are down there, you might retrieve your sword!"
"More are coming," Luthien started to explain as he joined Oliver by the sack of booty. He understood his point was moot when Oliver reached into the sack, drew out a plate and whipped it sidelong up the roof. Luthien turned about to see the spinning missile shatter against the bridge of a cyclopian"s nose as the beast came over the peak.
Luthien looked back to Oliver in disbelief.
"That was an expensive shot," the halfling admitted with a shrug.
Then the two were running along the uneven roofs, and when they ran out of rooftops, they descended to the street. They heard the pursuit-so much pursuit-and found themselves surrounded.
Oliver started for an alcove, but Luthien cut him off. "They will look down there," the young man explained, and instead, he put his back against the plain wall to the side of the shadowy alcove"s entrance.
Oliver heard cyclopians turning into the lane all about him and promptly dove under the folds of the cloak.
As Luthien had predicted, the one-eyes flushed out every alcove in the area, then many ran off, grumbling, while others began checking all the houses and shops nearby. It was a long, long while before Luthien and Oliver found the opportunity to run off again, and they cursed their luck, seeing that the eastern horizon was beginning to glow with the onset of dawn.
Soon they found cyclopians on their trail again, particularly one large and fast brute that paced them easily. With the rising sun, they couldn"t afford to stop and try to hide again, and they found the situation growing more and more desperate as the stubborn beast on their heels called out directions to its trailing and flanking companions.
"Turn and shoot it! Turn and shoot it!" Oliver shouted, sounding as winded and exasperated as Luthien had ever heard him. Luthien thought the reasoning sound, except for the fact that he did not have the time to turn around for any kind of a shot.
Then the city"s dividing wall was in sight across Morkney"s Square, a wide plaza centered by a tremendous fountain and flanked by many craft shops and fine restaurants. The square was quiet in the early light; the only movements were that of a dwarf chipping away at a design on the newly built fountain and a few merchants sweeping their store fronts, or setting up fruit and fish stands.
The friends ran past the seemingly ambivalent dwarf, Oliver taking the effort to quickly tip his hat to his fellow short-fellow.
The large cyclopian came running right behind, howling with glee, for it was sure that it could get the little one, at least, before Oliver got over the wall.
The distracted cyclopian never saw the dwarf"s heavy hammer, only saw the stars exploding behind its suddenly closed eyelid.
Oliver looked back from the wall, grabbed Luthien and bade him do likewise. They nodded their appreciation to the dwarf, who didn"t acknowledge it, just patiently reeled in his hammer (which was on the end of a long thong) and went back to his work before the other cyclopians flooded the square.
Back at their apartment, the morning bloom in full, Luthien grumbled considerably about how dangerously close they had come that day, while Oliver, fumbling in his sack, grumbled about how many of the plates and goblets he had broken in their wild flight.
Luthien eyed him with disbelief. "How could you even think of stealing anything at that time?"
Oliver looked up from the sack and shot Luthien a wistful smile. "Is that not the fuel of excitement and courage?" he asked, and he went back to his inspection, his frown returning as he pulled a large chip of yet another plate out of the sack.
The halfling"s mouth turned up into that mischievous smile again a moment later, though, and Luthien eyed him curiously as he reached deeply into his sack.
Oliver shot Luthien a sly wink and took out the pewter figurine of a halfling warrior.
Chapter 17.
OUTRAGE.
The friends spent the next few days in or near their apartment, making small excursions to the Dwelf mostly to hear the chatter concerning the mysterious Crimson Shadow. The last daring hit, raiding two shops and taking out several cyclopian guards in the face of an apparent conspiracy of several merchants, had heightened the talk considerably, and Oliver thought it prudent, and Luthien did not disagree, that they lie low for a while.
Oliver accepted the self-imposed quarantine in high spirits, glad for the rest and thrilled to be a part of the growing legend. Luthien, though, spent most of the days sitting quietly in his chair, brooding. At first, Oliver thought he was just nervous about all the attention, or simply bored, but then the halfling came to understand that Luthien"s sorrows were of the heart.
"Do not tell me that you are still thinking of her," Oliver remarked one rare sunny day. The halfling had propped the door half open, letting the remarkably warm September air filter into the dark apartment.