"Garrett, you"re a wonder." That was the voice of Maggie Jenn, sizzling like a red hot poker. "Maybe I will lay hands on. If we get out of here."
"Back off!" I barked.
He backed. But his Maggie voice chuckled wickedly. Evil, evil person. A moment later, he became all business. "You have your strength back?"
"They gave me something. I"m not going to be any good for anything for a long time."
"We have to step out of here sometime. And I don"t have so much as a nail file."
I said "Fooey!" which is dwarvish for "Oh, s.h.i.t!" Getting out was a significant goal. Out of the closet-out of that that closet, d.a.m.n it!-out of the Tops, maybe even out of the province for a while, all seemed attractive goals. The mess here was beyond any cover-up now. closet, d.a.m.n it!-out of the Tops, maybe even out of the province for a while, all seemed attractive goals. The mess here was beyond any cover-up now.
The closet door whipped open.
Light poured in. It nearly blinded me. I could barely make out the silhouette of somebody short and impatient. The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot swooped past, cussing.
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"Get out of there!" a hard voice snapped. I shuddered-then recognized the voice.
"Relway?"
"Yes." The little halfbreed secret policeman was curt always, impatient forever. "Move it."
"I wondered if you or the firelord"s men would turn up."
"Direheart"s guy was the first one here: you. And I find you in a closet with some bimbo in yet another place where we"re gonna need wagons to haul the stiffs off."
Relway"s men helped us out of the closet. They were particularly solicitous of the bimbo.
I covered my surprise. They said Cleaver was a master of disguise. Here was proof. That bit of wiggling in the dark had been him rearranging his clothing and donning a black wig. He looked like the devil woman lurking around many a man"s fantasies.
Relway said, "I wouldn"t be here if it wasn"t for who owns this place. Block kowtows to the panjas, but I..." He stopped before he wasted half an hour on a favorite gripe.
"Panjas. I haven"t heard them called that since I was a kid."
"Call me old-fashioned. What"s your story, Garrett?"
"The girl I"m looking for was supposed to be here. I got a letter supposedly from her. Wanted me to come talk. I came. Some thugs grabbed me, I woke up here drugged to the gills, tied into a chair. They started asking questions that made no sense. Then a bunch of people busted in, there was a fight, somebody cut me loose maybe figuring I was one of their guys. I headed for cover since I wasn"t in any shape to help myself."
He seemed somewhat less than convinced that I was telling the whole story. Can"t figure why. He showed no interest in Cleaver and didn"t ask questions about known a.s.sociates of one Garrett who might have been seen lurking.
I asked, "Why is Elias Davenport of interest?"
"He"s a lunatic panja who makes the rest of the Call look like a social club. He"s behind most of the rioting. What kind of magic did they use?"
"Magic?"
"Something made a lot of corpses. Put holes right through them. No weapon will do that."
"Didn"t play no favorites, neither, Lieutenant," one of Relway"s men observed. Relway grunted.
I said, "I never got a good look, but I thought it was a giant bug. Some guy took it out by whacking it with a shovel." Said guy and his guilty tool weren"t lying all that far away. Relway stepped over for a moment, scowled down.
He asked, "You get what you came for?"
"h.e.l.l, no! Never saw her. I came straight here. Wherever here is-I never saw the in-between."
Again Relway"s look said he lacked conviction in his acceptance of my tale. People just don"t take your word anymore. "That so? I"ll be busy picking up the pieces here now. I"ll want to talk later. Meantime, you might report to the firelord. I have a feeling he"s uncomfortable with the bloodshed that follows you."
"I can go?"
"Just don"t go so far I can"t find you."
"Perish the thought." I tried to recall old war buddies who lived outcountry and might put me up.
"Garrett."
I stopped oozing toward the doorway. "Yeah?"
"Unusual mix of stiffs. You happen to notice who brought them in here?" His tone and expression suggested his thoughts were on a plane not even vaguely connected to my own.
"Not really. Not that I recognized."
"Any centaurs? Anyone with an unusual accent?"
"Huh?" He really was somewhere else.
"You see anybody might have been a refugee from the Cantard?"
"Not that I knew was. Why? What"s up?"
"There"s cause to think the refugees have organized for their own protection. Directed by fugitive Mooncalled officers."
"Oh." Now wouldn"t that be the bloom on the rose? TunFaire hiding Glory Mooncalled"s survivors. "Interesting notion." Relway would give it up as soon as he identified a few bodies.
I resumed traveling. I made sure I kept a deathgrip on my bimbo. And a close watch on her free hand, lest it dart into her bosom in search of some equalizer.
Cleaver always had a fallback.
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Looked like Relway had brought the secret police cavalry brigade. Must have been ten thousand horses outside the manor house. Every d.a.m.ned one gave up tearing up property to glare malice my way. I limped and lumbered in between police equipment carts and made my getaway before they could get organized.
They aren"t so bright. If you catch them by surprise, you can get the best of them.
A guy had pa.s.sed me while I was creaking up the stair from Davenport"s cellar. He must have given the word I was free to go. Hardly anyone even bothered to notice me, except a few vaguely familiar guys who nodded.
Cleaver kept his lip b.u.t.toned till we were far from anybody who might listen in. "That was nice, Garrett. You could"ve ratted me out."
"I didn"t do you any favor."
"I didn"t think so, but I wanted to check." He made a feeble attempt to get away. You could almost hear him sorting options.
I glanced back. Those horses had decided to let me go. This time. They seemed nervous, preoccupied. Weird, considering this was a chance to hoof me some major grief.
Cleaver sensed my unease. "What"s up?"
"Something weird here."
"You just noticed?" That in a Maggie voice.
"Besides our weirdness. Walk faster." I smelled politics. Relway was around. Relway"s world didn"t encompa.s.s good guys and bad. Heads there didn"t get busted for profit but for the power to make people do what they were told rather than what they wanted.
I let myself become distracted. Cleaver tried to yank my arm out by the roots. He got loose. I chugged after him, running weakly. The front gate came in sight. The little villain was gaining when he went through. I kept on plugging. I could outlast him. I was used to running.
Galoop, galoop, I turned into the lane. And, behold, there was my pal Grange Cleaver, pa.s.sing the time of day, ducking around and betwixt Morley, Sarge, and Spud, who were trying to surround him. Sarge and Spud seemed to be in moods as dark as mine. Morley, though, was grinning like a croc about to pounce on a not very bright wild pig.
Cleaver chopped him on the b.u.m wing. He yelped. Cleaver pranced past and darted away.
"Hi," I puffed.
Morley said a few things. Surprised me. Spoke quite fluent profanity when he wanted. Then he added, "Your luck with girls never improves, does it! Even that kind runs away."
"He bet he could beat me back to town. I was gaining on him." There was no hope of catching Cleaver now.
"Of course you were."
"Where"s Mr. Big, Mr. Garrett?" Spud rasped. The kid was putting on a show of boldly standing up to his pain.
"d.a.m.n! It"s silver lining time." I glanced back at the gate. "If we"re lucky, by now Relway has taken all the beak he can stand and he"s twisted its fowl head off."
The kid glared daggers.
I asked Morley, "You going to be all right?"
"I"m giving up cartwheels. Listen. Somebody coming."
Turned out to be a lot of somebodies.
We faded into the woods opposite the Tops before another troop of Guards arrived, their mounts acting spooky. "Those look like regular cavalry," Morley whispered.
Did to me, too. "Relway is putting on a big show." I wondered if maybe there wasn"t something to his paranoia.
"We better scat," Sarge suggested. " "Fore they get so thick we cain"t move."
Good idea.
"Not yet," Morley said.
Baffled, Sarge asked, "How come you want to hang out?"
Good question. We couldn"t do ourselves any good.
"I"m waiting for Tharpe."
"He all right?" I asked.
"Was."
"How long we gonna...?"
"I"ll let you know, Sarge. Garrett!"
I"d begun shaking, had lost focus. I had pa.s.sed beyond the immediacy of the moment and had time to reflect on what I"d lived through. And on the fact that a couple of mentally handicapped guys hadn"t made it..."What?"
"You"re the healthiest. Go watch for Saucerhead."
I sighed. I wanted to go home. I wanted to put myself to bed and sleep a week, till the pain and guilt were gone. Then I could get shut of this life. I could see Weider, tell him I was ready to take that full-time security job. They don"t drug you and torture you and kill your friends at the brewery-and you"re never far from a beer.
I found me a nice spot and settled to watch the manor gate.
I"d been there just seconds when buzzing flies and an odd odor grabbed my attention. Well. Fresh horse apples. And horsehair in the bark of a nearby tree. I looked around. Leaves on the ground had been turned. I found the impression of a shod hoof smaller than that of any riding horse. The shoe style would be recognized by anyone who had served in the Cantard.
It was a centaur"s shoe.
The impression wasn"t clear enough to tell me which tribe, but that didn"t matter. What did matter was that a centaur had been watching the manor gate from this same spot until very recently.
The ugly angles grew heavier by the minute. I wanted away. None of this stuff out here had anything to do with me and my troubles.
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