Mogaba"s hand started up a third time. Men held their breaths. Then Mogaba looked at his feet. "I can"t, Captain. There is a shadow within me. I can"t. Kill me."
"And I can"t do that. I promised your men I wouldn"t harm you no matter your choice."
"Kill me, Captain. Before this thing in me turns to hatred."
"I couldn"t even if I hadn"t promised."
"I"ll never understand you." Mogaba"s hand fell. "You"re strong enough to come face me when for all you knew you"d be killed. But you"re not strong enough to save the trouble sparing me will cost."
"I can"t snuff the light I sense in you. It may yet become the light of greatness."
"Not a light, Captain. A wind out of nowhere, born in darkness. For both our sakes I hope I"m wrong, but I fear you"ll regret your mercy." Mogaba took a step backward. Croaker"s arm fell. Everyone watching sighed, dismayed, though they had had little hope of rapprochement. Mogaba saluted, wheeled, marched away followed by three Nar who had not crossed over with Sindawe.
"Hey!" Swan yelled a moment later, breaking the silence. "Them b.a.s.t.a.r.ds is stealing our boat!"
"Let them go." Croaker faced friends he had not seen for months. "From the Book of Cloete: "In those days the Company was in service to the Syndarchs of Dai Khomena, and they were delivered..." " His friends all grinned and roared approval. He grinned back. "Hey! We"ve got work to do here. We"ve got a city to evacuate. Let"s. .h.i.t it."
From one eye he watched the boat cross the lake, from the other he kept watch on Sindhu.
It felt good to be back.
Thus was Dejagore delivered and the true Company set free.
Chapter Seventy-Two.
The Howler perched atop a tall stool, out of the way while Longshadow prepared. He was impressed by the array of mystical and thaumaturgic gewgaws Longshadow had a.s.sembled during one short generation. Such had remained scarce while they had been in thrall to the Lady and nonexistent under the rule of her husband before her. They had wanted no one getting independent. Howler had very little though he was free now. He had little need to possess.
Not so Longshadow. He wanted to own at least one of everything. He wanted to own the world.
Not much of Longshadow"s collection was in use now. Not much would be ever, Howler suspected. Most had been gathered mainly to keep anyone else from having it. That was the way Longshadow thought.
The room was brightly lighted, partly because it was approaching noon beyond the crystal walls, partly because Longshadow had packed a score of brilliant light sources into the room, no two of which used the same fuel. Against an ambush of shadows he left no precaution untaken.
He would not admit it but he was terrified.
Longshadow checked the alt.i.tude of the sun. "Noon coming up. Time to start."
"Why now?"
"They"re least active under a noonday sun."
"Oh." Howler did not approve. Longshadow meant to catch one of the hungry big ones to train and send after Soulcatcher. Howler thought that a stupid plan. He thought it unnecessary and overly complicated. They knew where she was. It made more sense just to hit her with more soldiers than she could handle. But Longshadow wanted drama.
This was too risky. He could loose something nothing in this world could control. He did not want to be part of this but Longshadow left him no choice. Longshadow was a master of leaving one no choice.
Several hundred men climbed the old road to the plain, dragging a closed black wagon ordinarily drawn by elephants. But no animal would go near the shadowtraps, however much it was beaten. Only Longshadow"s men feared him more than they feared what might befall them up there. Longshadow was the devil they knew.
Those men backed the wagon against the main shadowtrap.
Longshadow said, "Now we begin." He giggled. "And tonight, in the witching hour, your old comrade will cease to be a threat to anyone."
Howler was skeptical.
Chapter Seventy-Three.
Soulcatcher sat in the middle of a field, disguised as a stump. Crows circled, their shadows scooting over wheat stubble. An unknown city loomed in the distance.
The imp Frogface materialized. "They"re up to something."
"I"ve known that since they started blocking the crows. What they"re up to is what I want to know."
The imp grinned, described what he had seen.
"Either they"ve forgotten to take you into account or they"re counting on you feeding me incorrect information." She started moving toward the city. "But if they wanted to feed me false information they would confuse the crows, too. Wouldn"t they?"
The imp said nothing. No answer was expected.
"Why do this during the daytime?"
"Longshadow is scared to death of what might break out if he tried during the night."
"Ah. Yes. But they won"t move till nightfall. They"ll want their sending at full strength."
Frogface muttered something about just how much did he have to do to earn his freedom?
Soulcatcher laughed, a merry little girl"s laugh. "Tonight, I think, you"ll have done with me. If you can do a creditable illusion of me."
"What?"
"Let"s have a look around this city first. What"s its name?"
"Dhar. New Dhar, really. Old Dhar was levelled by the Shadowmasters for resisting too strongly back when they first conquered this country."
"Interesting. What do they think of the Shadowmasters?"
"Not much."
"And a new generation is at hand. This could be amusing."
When darkness fell the great public square at the heart of New Dhar was strangely empty and silent, except for the cawing and fluttering of crows. All who approached developed chills and dreads and decided to come another time.
A woman sat on the edge of a fountain paddling her fingers through the water. Crows swarmed around her, coming and going. From the shadows at the square"s edge another figure watched. This one seemed to be a gnarled old crone, folded up against a wall, her rags clutched tightly against, the evening cool. Both women seemed content to stay where they were indefinitely.
They were patient, those two.
Patience was rewarded.
The shadow came at midnight, a big, dreadful thing, a terrible juggernaut of darkness that could be sensed while still miles away. Even the untalented of New Dhar felt it. Children cried. Mothers shushed them. Fathers barred their doors and looked for places to hide their babies and wives.
The shadow roared into the city and swept toward the square. Crows squawked and dipped around it.
It bore straight down on the woman at the fountain, dreadful and implacable.
The woman laughed at it. And vanished as it sprang upon her.
Crows mocked.
The woman laughed from the far side of the square.
The shadow surged, struck. But the woman was not there. She laughed from behind it.
Frogface, pretending to be Soulcatcher, led the shadow around the city for an hour, took it into places where it would destroy and kill and be recognized and fire hatreds long and carefully banked. The shadow was tireless and persistent but not very bright. It just kept coming, indifferent to what effect it had on the population, waiting for its quarry to make a mistake.
The crone on the edge of the square rose slowly, hobbled to the palace of Longshadow"s local governor, entered past soldiers and sentries apparently blind. She hobbled down to the strongroom where the governor stored the treasures he wrested from the peoples in his charge, opened a ma.s.sive door none but the governor supposedly could open. Once inside she became not a crone but Soulcatcher in a rnerry mood.
She had studied the shadow carefully while Frogface led it about. That shadow had to travel all the distance between two points. Frogface did not. He could stay ahead forever as long as he remained alert, Her studies had shown her how she might contain it.
She spent an hour preparing the vault so it would keep the shadow in, then another arranging a peck of little spells that should distract it so that, by the time someone released it, it would have forgotten why it had come to New Dhar.
She stepped outside, closed the door till it stood open only a crack, arranged an illusion that made her look like one of the governor"s soldiers. Then she sent a thought spinning toward Frogface.
The imp came prancing, enjoying himself, taunting his hunter into the trap. Soulcatcher shoved the door shut behind it, sealed it up. Frogface popped into existence beside her, grinning. "That was almost fun. If I didn"t have business in my own world I"d almost want to hang around another hundred years. Never a dull moment with you."
"Is that a hint?"
"You bet it is, sweetie. I"m going to miss you all, you and the Captain and all your friends. Maybe I"ll come back and visit. But I got business elsewhere."
Soulcatcher giggled her little girl"s giggle. "All right. Stay with me till I"m out of the city. Then you"re free to go. Wow! I bet this place blows up! I wish I could see Longshadow"s face when he gets the news." She laughed. "He isn"t half as bright as he thinks. You have any friends over there who might want to work for me?"
"Maybe one or two with the right sense of mischief. I"ll see."
They walked on laughing like children who had pulled a prank.
Chapter Seventy-Four.
Pregnant.
No doubt about it. Everything fell into place once the physician gave me that word. Everything made sense. And nonsense.
One time. One night. It never occurred to me that that could happen to me. But here I am swollen up like a gourd on toothpicks, sitting in my fortress south of Taglios, writing these Annals, watching the rains fall for the fifth month running, wishing it was possible to sleep on my stomach or side, or to be able to walk without waddling.
The Radisha has provided me with a whole crew of women. They find me amusing. I come back from trying to teach their menfolk something about soldiering and they point at me and tell me this is why women don"t become generals and whatnot; it is hard to be light on your feet when you can"t see them for your belly.
The baby is an active little thing, whatever it will be. Maybe it is practicing to be a long distance runner or a professional wrestler, the way it hops around in there.
My timing seems to be good. I have gotten almost everything I have to record written. If, as the women promise me, all my fears and doubts come to nothing and I survive this, I will have five or six weeks to get into shape before the rivers go down and the new campaign season begins.
Regular messages come from Croaker at Dejagore, thrown across the river by catapult. It is quiet down there. He wishes he could be here. I wish he could be here. That would make it easier. I know the day that the Main is down enough to cross I will be on the north bank and he will be there on the south.
I am feeling very positive these days, like not even my sister can ruin things now. She knows about this. Her crows have been watching. I have let them, hoping it irks the devil out of her.
Here is Ram, back from his bath. I swear, the closer I get to my date the worse he gets. You would think it was his child.
He is scared to death that what happened to his wife and baby will happen to me and mine. I think. He has grown a little strange, almost haunted. He is terrified of something. He jumps at every little sound. He searches the corners and shadows every time he enters a room.
Chapter Seventy-Five.
Ram was scared with good reason. He had learned something he should not have. He knew something he was not supposed to know.
Ram is dead.
Ram died fighting his Strangler brothers when they came to take my daughter.
Narayan is a dead man. He is walking around somewhere out there, maybe grinning that grin, but he will not wear it long. He will be found, if not by soldiers hunting men with indelible red stains on their palms, then by me. He has no idea how strongly my powers have returned. I will find him and he will become a sainted Strangler much earlier than he would like.
I should have been more wary. I knew he had his own agenda. I have been around treacherous men all my life. But never, ever, did it occur to me that, from the beginning, he and his ranking cronies were interested in the child developing within me instead of in me myself. He was a consummate actor.
Grinning b.a.s.t.a.r.d. He was a true Deceiver.
I never even chose a name before they collected their Daughter of Night.
I should have suspected when the dreams went away so suddenly. As soon as I had been through that ceremony. I was not the one consecrated there. I did not change. I could not be marked that easily.
Ram was only a yellow rumel man but he knew they were coming. He killed four of them. Then Narayan killed him, according to the women. Then Narayan and his band fought their way out of the fortress. All while I still lay unconscious.