It"s an occupational disease.
"That who I think it is?" Morley whispered.
"I expect so. But n.o.body"s ever seen him. What do you think, bird? Was the mystery man plooking Tama Montezuma?"
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot said, "Pretty boy." With a sneer in his voice.
"That does it. Into the pot. Singe?"
"I will help. Not because you want my help but because by doing so I can help myself."
"Excellent. Makes you just like the rest of the team. Morley!" d.a.m.ned if he wasn"t flirting with Alyx. Or maybe Nicks. Oblivious to the fact that the Weiders, father and son, were looking at him in a way more often seen in rightsists observing nonhuman behavior. "Don"t do this to me, Morley."
He grasped the situation instantly. "You"re right. Not smart. But it"ll be torture holding back."
"Tell me something I haven"t had to live with for half of forever." I collected Block and joined North English, who still refused to come down from the second floor. "Singe says she might help track Tama. But she refuses to help either one of you." I doubted that she knew who either man was, really, but neither was beloved of ratpeople and a refusal would be no surprise to them.
"Why is that old man here?" North English asked. I noted he kept his back to the visitor. Did he know the man? Was he afraid he might be recognized?
The old-timer took his mug and settled into a chair he dragged over beside the settling tank. There was a quiver in his drinking hand. I had a distinct feeling that it would be a long time before Glory Mooncalled was again a major factor in Karentine affairs. After this interview it would take him an age to reclaim his confidence and build a new underground, the secrets of which were known only to his friends. He would have no secrets after this interview. And he looked too old to start from scratch.
I hoped the bag of bones inside that d.a.m.ned tank had the G.o.ds-given good sense to do like I"d asked and rifle the minds of Marengo North English, Bondurant Altoona, and their like tonight. If we robbed them of all their secrets, we could disarm them, too. In fact, if he hadn"t been just too d.a.m.ned lazy, he might"ve spared a mind to sneak a peek at what was going on inside the heads of Block and Relway and maybe even that scab of clabbered misery off the Hill, Perilous Spite. But I doubted he had the nerve to try the latter. Too much personal risk involved.
"n.o.body. Friend of a friend." I went back down to Singe. "Do you have a scent?"
"Yes."
She was a marvel, picking it out of the mess that had to be in that hall.
I was surprised immediately. Instead of heading for any door Tama had marched right into the kitchen, past a flabbergasted Neersa Bintor, into the pantry, and from there had descended to the cellars below the house. Which, I shouldn"t have been surprised, connected to the caverns beneath the brewery.
"This woman definitely had everything worked out ahead of time," Morley said.
Absolutely. I hadn"t known about this way out. Or in, maybe, if you had connections at the brewery end. Had Tama been through there occasionally, say to visit Gerris Genord? Having someone special to protect certainly would explain his stubborn silence. And Tama knew how to get her hooks into a man.
I wondered what she would"ve done if Mooncalled"s rescue gang had shown up on time. Would she have pretended there was no connection and have tried to stick with Marengo?
As we dithered trying to get lights for my feeble human eyes the G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot squawked, then abandoned me.
Garrett. Do not overlook the chance that a great many watchers will be prepared to follow you.
"A possibility very much on my mind." I ignored the odd looks that remark earned me.
106.
Morley cursed softly. Somehow, cobwebs had gotten onto the lace of one of his cuffs. Soil was supposed to avoid him. "This isn"t the fun it used to be, Garrett."
"Fun? Fun doesn"t have anything to do with it. We"re the last righteous men, standing with jaws firm in the face of the chaos."
Pular Singe giggled.
Morley cursed again, but conceded, "It is a great way to meet interesting women."
"Can"t disagree with that." Strange ones, too. "What is it?" Singe had stopped. She sniffed. I couldn"t see a thing. The one lantern I"d come up with hadn"t lasted all the way through the underground pa.s.sage.
We were in the wagon lot behind the brewery loading docks, having exited the brewery through the storage caves. I hadn"t been able to stop and share a tankard with Mr. Burkel, who"d been disappointed. But he"d told us we were only minutes behind Tama, who hadn"t been able to negotiate the tunnels with our ease.
"She got aboard a wagon," Singe told me.
There were at least twenty of those crowded into the lot, waiting for sunrise. Morley grumped something about have to search them all. Singe said, "No, the wagon left."
I glanced back at the dock. There were two dock wallopers on duty, snoozing on stools under a single feeble lantern. Nights, of course, they only loaded independent haulers.
I woke them up. With sullen cheer they admitted having loaded a small wagon a short time earlier. "One driver," one told me. "Out of Dwarf Fort. They" re fixin" to celebrate one of their holidays."
"She"s on a cart out of Dwarf Fort," I told Morley.
"Then we"d better move fast." Dwarf Fort wasn"t far away.
"She won"t be headed there herself. She knows about Singe and she"s improvising. She"ll get off before the wagon goes inside."
Embarra.s.sed, Singe informed me, "I cannot trail her well if she is riding."
"So how about you follow the wagon? Or the horses, if you can stand the stink? You knew she got into a wagon and there"s only been one go out of here lately, seems like you could."
Singe brightened instantly. That hadn"t occurred to her. Yet. It would have. She sniff-sniff-sniffed, then headed out.
"Not only brilliant and talented and beautiful but fast as well," Morley whispered. "You don"t want to let this one get away."
"Did Marengo North English and Bondurant Altoona rub off on you?" He was ragging me at Singe"s expense.
"Whoa!" He started to argue but decided against. "All right. Let"s abuse the parrot." Who, conveniently, wasn"t around to defend himself. He"d chosen to stay behind. Apparently. I was always the last to know what that overdressed crow was up to. Or even what that critter who figured everything out for him was up to, for that matter. We were in for some headb.u.t.ting after this mess settled out.
"Wish you"d decided that a year ago. Then maybe held him underwater to see how long he could go without breathing." Singe flinched. She still wasn"t used to our banter. It always took her a moment to realize we weren"t really about to skin each other. "I"m thinking about spiking your goulash with catnip. Then you"d wake up married to Winger."
"Couldn"t. She"s already got a husband somewhere. And I"m engaged."
"Really? When did that happen?"
"Oh, back before I was born. I just don"t talk about it much. My grandparents arranged it. They were immigrants. They stuck to the old ways. They still try to."
"I"ll bet you"re a major disappointment."
"They weep human tears at every family gathering."
"When are you supposed to start making this poor woman miserable?"
"Oh, a long time ago. But she never showed up for the ceremony."
"Smart woman."
"She just hadn"t met me. If she had...I don"t know if I could"ve talked my way out of that. The old folks are stubborn as rocks. They still carry on like it was my fault. They can"t blame it on Indalir"s family. They have royal blood. As if every elf who ever walked doesn"t, the way those people tumble anybody who can"t outrun them."
"I"m glad you aren"t the kind of lowlife who finds women interesting."
"Definitely one weakness you can"t pin on me."
Pular Singe stopped. She turned slowly, nostrils flaring. Morley shut up and began searching the night, too. He loosened his swordcane. I said, "I hoped they"d lose us because of those tunnels."
Singe said, "No. Not watchers. It is the two evil men who escaped. They met the wagon here." She dropped to all fours, circled, sniffed.
I muttered, "Coincidence? Or prearrangement?"
Morley asked the important question. "How could they know where she"d be? She didn"t know. She was just running."
"If she thought tonight might be the end of her run, she might"ve had somebody waiting outside. Who"s going to pay any attention to a dwarf making a beer run?"
"There is the smell of fear," Singe said. "Mostly from the driver but also from the woman. I think she did not expect to encounter the evil men."
"She wouldn"t want to run into them," Morley said. "After what they"ve been through they"d have a few bones to crack with her."
"If they got this far, I"ll bet it was because they were allowed to," I said. "There"ll be somebody else on this trail real soon, Singe. Probably the little man who tries so hard to hide who he is."
Morley tested his cane again. "You carrying anything?"
"I"m not military but I"m fixed." I did wish that I had my head-knocker. I needed to have some more of those made up.
"Notice the streets are empty."
"They"re never busy down here. And there were centaurs around. Maybe there still are." It was was unusually quiet, though. unusually quiet, though.
Singe squeaked. "Blood. The direction changes. That way."
"I"m blind here," I reminded them. "I"m cursed with human eyes."
"Over there," Singe said.
I went. Morley followed. He confessed, "Her eyes are better than mine, too."
The treasure at the end of this dark rainbow was a broken dwarf. He wasn"t dead but that was only because Crask and Sadler hadn"t felt any urgent need to kill him. They"d only wanted his wagon. We left him for Master Relway. Singe picked up the trail again. She wasted no time getting on with the hunt.
The cynic in me, or maybe the practical businessman, told me I had to get in good with her now because she was going to be a phenomenon later. All she needed was a little more confidence, a little more experience, and a little more force of personality.
I kept up, puffing. I gasped, "I"m worn-out. These last few days just never made much sense. Everybody I know was mixed up in it, all of them banging off each other and getting in each other"s way..."
"Sometimes the world works that way, Garrett," Morley replied. "When everybody heads a different direction n.o.body gets anywhere."
I understood that but it didn"t satisfy my sense of propriety. Everybody jumped into the mud. They all clawed and slashed in squalid pettiness, all the while espousing grand ideals.
I grunted. Morley chuckled, then said, "Here you go launching another clipper of despair because all the humans you know act like human beings."
We really are a tribe of sleazeb.a.l.l.s but I don"t like being reminded of it. It would be nice to believe that at least some of us are climbing toward the light without pursuing a hidden agenda.
Singe slowed. I took the opportunity to recapture my breath before it got away completely. The ratgirl whispered, "The wagon is just ahead." I knew that. I heard its iron-rimmed wheels banging the cobblestones. "It is a small one drawn by two ponies." Which was no surprise, dwarves not being inclined toward big wagons and plowhorses. "I smell fresh blood."
The coldness that always comes when I think about Crask and Sadler began to engulf me. I was almost superst.i.tious about those guys. I wasn"t, strictly speaking, scared of them but I dreaded a confrontation because facing them was like challenging forces of nature.
Morley observed, "They"ll still be in bad shape. Their jail time couldn"t have been any holiday." In tone more than word he sounded like he wanted to convince himself. So maybe he had his own reservations.
The villians had set a course headed north. Soon they"d leave this quiet neighborhood for one where the night people thronged. n.o.body likes to work with strangers looking over their shoulders. We had to do something soon.
"You go along the right side and grab the driver," Morley said. "I"ll take the left."
"Me?"
"You"re taller and heavier. You"ll have more leverage."
No point arguing with the obvious. "Now?"
"Without all that stomping. You don"t want them to know you"re coming."
Stomping? I wasn"t making a sound. All I could hear was the whisper of Singe"s nails on the paving stones.
Now there was enough diffuse light that I could make out vague shapes and keep from crashing into walls and watering troughs. Soon I made out the dwarf wagon. Morley loped beside me, in step. I murmured, "I see it."
"Do it."
My heartbeat increased rapidly. This confrontation had haunted me for years.
From somewhere came a loud, "Awk!" in distinct parrotese. It didn"t sound like a warning so it must have been only to let me know there was a friendly witness. Which wasn"t much comfort since it was hardly possible for reinforcements to arrive in time if I screwed up.
Singe must"ve been more scared than she let on. She began to fall behind.
Any noise I made got covered by the curses of the man driving. He couldn"t get those stubborn ponies to move faster than a walk. Dwarf ponies have one speed. Slow. The only alternative gait is dead stop, inevitably exercised in the event of excessive brutality.
Funny. Dwarf ponies are a whole lot like dwarves.
I grabbed the driver"s right arm, used my momentum to pull him down. I couldn"t tell which man I"d grabbed but that didn"t really matter. Crask and Sadler might as well have been twins. I didn"t see the other one. He had to be inside the wagon, probably in worse shape.
I glimpsed a surprised face as my victim hit the cobblestones. Foul air blew out of him. He groaned, then lay still. I moved in warily.
There was no need. The anticlimax was real. Sadler had bashed the stuffing out of the street with the back of his head. Shaking with the letdown I tried to decide how to tie him up so he"d still be there when Relway"s crew arrived. "I got mine!" I said.
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot offered a pleased squawk from somewhere overhead.