"So both of us were out of luck. I don"t think Aping"s going to help us. If the choice is between his daughter and his duty he"ll choose his duty."
"So we"re stuck here."
"Until we plot another plot."
"s.h.i.t."
Night fell without the suns appearing again, the only sound throughout the building that of the guards proceeding up and down the corridors, bringing food to the cells, then slamming and locking the doors until dawn. Not a single voice was raised to protest the fact that the privileges of the evening-games of Horsebone, recitations of scenes from Quexos, and Malbaker"s Numbubo Numbubo, works many here knew by heart-had been withdrawn. There was a universal reluctance to make a peep, as if each man, alone in his cell, was prepared to forgo every comfort, even that of praying aloud, to keep themselves from being noticed. "N"ashap must be dangerous when drunk," Pie said, by way of explanation for this breathless hush.
"Maybe he"s fond of midnight executions."
"I"d take a bet on who"s top of his list."
"I wish I felt stronger. If they come for us, we"ll fight, right?"
"Of course," Pie said. "But until they do, why don"t you sleep for a while?"
"You must be kidding."
"At least stop pacing about."
"I"ve never been locked up by anybody before. It makes me claustrophobic."
"One pneuma and you could be out of here," Pie reminded him.
"Maybe that"s what we should be doing."
"If we"re pressed. But we"re not yet. For Christ"s sake, lie down."
Reluctantly, Gentle did so, and despite the anxieties that lay down beside him to whisper in his ear, his body was more interested in rest than their company, and he quickly fell asleep.
He was woken by Pie, who murmured, "You"ve got a visitor."
He sat up. The cell"s light had been turned off, and had it not been for the smell of oil paint he"d not have known the ident.i.ty of the man at the door.
"Zacharias. I need your help."
"What"s wrong?"
"Huzzah is... I think she"s going crazy. You"ve got to come." His whispering voice trembled. So did the hand he laid on Gentle"s arm. "I think she"s dying," he said.
"If I go, Pie comes too."
"No, I can"t take that risk."
"And I can"t take the risk of leaving my friend here," Gentle said.
"And I can"t take the risk of being found out. If there isn"t somebody in the cell when the guard pa.s.ses-"
"He"s right," said Pie. "Go on. Help the child."
"Is that wise?"
"Compa.s.sion"s always wise."
"All right. But stay awake. We haven"t said our prayers yet. We need both our breaths for that."
"I understand."
Gentle slipped out into the pa.s.sage with Aping, who winced at every click the key made as he locked the door. So did Gentle. The thought of leaving Pie alone in the cell sickened him. But there seemed to be no other choice.
"We may need a doctor"s help," Gentle said as they crept down the darkened corridors. "I suggest you fetch Scopique from his cell."
"Is he a doctor?"
"He certainly is."
"It"s you she"s asking for," Aping said. "I don"t know why. She just woke up, sobbing and begging me to fetch you. She"s so cold!"
With Aping"s knowledge of how regularly each floor and pa.s.sageway was patrolled to aid them, they reached Huzzah"s cell without encountering a single guard. The girl wasn"t lying on her bed, as Gentle had expected, but was crouched on the floor, with her head and hands pressed against one of the walls. A single wick burned in a bowl in the middle of the cell, her face unwarmed by its light. Though she registered their appearance with a glance, she didn"t move from the wall, so Gentle went to where she was crouching and did the same. Shudders pa.s.sed through her body, though her bangs were plastered to her brow with sweat.
"What can you hear?" Gentle asked her.
"She"s not in my dreams any more, Mr. Zacharias," she said, p.r.o.nouncing his name with precision, as though the proper naming of the forces around her would offer her some little control over them.
"Where is she?" Gentle inquired.
"She"s outside. I can hear her. Listen."
He put his head to the wall. There was indeed a murmur in the stone, though he guessed its source was either the asylum"s generator or its furnace rather than the Cradle Lady.
"Do you hear?"
"Yes, I hear."
"She wants to come in," Huzzah said. "She tried to come in through my dreams, but she couldn"t, so now she"s coming through the wall."
"Maybe... we should move away then," Gentle said, reaching to put his hand on the girl"s shoulder. She was icy. "Come on, let me take you back to bed. You"re cold."
"I was in the sea," she said, allowing Gentle to put his arms around her and draw her to her feet.
He looked towards Aping and mouthed the word Scopique. Seeing his daughter"s frailty, the sergeant went from the door as obediently as a dog, leaving his Huzzah clinging to Gentle. He set her down on the bed and wrapped a blanket around her.
"The Cradle Lady knows you"re here," Huzzah said.
"Does she?"
"She told me she almost drowned you, but you wouldn"t let her."
"Why would she want to do that?"
"I don"t know. You"ll have to ask her, when she comes in."
"You"re not afraid of her?"
"Oh, no. Are you?"
"Well, if she tried to drown me-"
"She won"t do that again, if you stay with me. She likes me, and if she knows I like you she won"t hurt you."
"That"s good to know," Gentle said. "What would she think if we were to leave here tonight?"
"We can"t do that."
"Why not?"
"I don"t want to go up there," she said. "I don"t like it."
"Everybody"s asleep," he said. "We could just tiptoe away. You and me and my friends. That wouldn"t be so bad, would it?" She looked unpersuaded. "I think your papa would like us to go to Yzordderrex. Have you ever been there?"
"When I was very little."
"We could go again."
Huzzah shook her head. "The Cradle Lady won"t let us," she said.
"She might, if she knew that was what you wanted. Why don"t we go up and have a look?"
Huzzah glanced back towards the wall, as if she was expecting Tishalulle"s tide to crack the stone there and then. When nothing happened, she said, "Yzordderrex is a very long way, isn"t it?"
"It"s quite a journey, yes."
"I"ve read about it in my books."
"Why don"t you put on some warm clothes?" Gentle said.
Her doubts banished by the tacit approval of the G.o.ddess, Huzzah got up and went to select some clothes from her meager wardrobe, which hung from hooks on the opposite wall. Gentle took the opportunity to glance through the small stack of books at the end of the bed. Several were entertainments for children, keepsakes, perhaps, of happier times; one was a hefty encyclopedia by someone called Maybellome, which might have made informative reading under other circ.u.mstances but was too densely printed to be skimmed and too heavy to be taken along. There was a volume of poems that read like nonsense rhymes, and what appeared to be a novel, Huzzah"s place in it marked with a slip of paper. He pocketed it when her back was turned, as much for himself as her, then went to the door in the hope that Aping and Scopique were within sighting distance. There was no sign. Huzzah had meanwhile finished dressing.
"I"m ready," she said. "Shall we go? Papa will find us."
"I hope so," Gentle replied.
Certainly remaining in the cell was a waste of valuable time. Huzzah asked if she could take Gentle"s hand, to which he said of course, and together they began to thread their way through the pa.s.sageways, all of which looked bewilderingly alike in the semidarkness. Their progress was halted several times when the sound of boots on stone announced the proximity of guards, but Huzzah was as alive to their danger as Gentle and twice saved them from discovery.
And then, as they climbed the final flight of stairs that would bring them out into the open air, a din erupted not far from them. They both froze, drawing back into the shadows, but they weren"t the cause of the commotion. It was N"ashap"s voice that came echoing along the corridor, accompanied by a dreadful hammering. Gentle"s first thought was of Pie, and before common sense could intervene he"d broken cover and was heading towards the source of the sound, glancing back once to signal that Huzzah should stay where she was, only to find that she was already on his heels. He recognized the pa.s.sageway ahead. The open door twenty yards from where he stood was the door of the cell he"d left Pie in. And it was from there that the sound of N"ashap"s voice emerged, a garbled stream of insults and accusations that was already bringing guards running. Gentle drew a deep breath, preparing for the violence that was surely inevitable now.
"No further," he told Huzzah, then raced towards the open door.
Three guards, two of them Oethacs, were approaching from the opposite direction, but only one of the two had his eyes on Gentle. The man shouted an order which Gentle didn"t catch over N"ashap"s cacophony, but Gentle raised his arms, open-palmed, fearful that the man would be trigger-happy, and at the same time slowed his run to a walk. He was within ten paces of the door, but the guards were there ahead of him. There was a brief exchange with N"ashap, during which Gentle had time to halve the distance between himself and the door, but a second order-this time plainly a demand that he stand still, backed up by the guard"s training his weapon at Gentle"s heart-brought him to a halt.
He"d no sooner done so than N"ashap emerged from the cell, with one hand in Pie"s ringlets and the other holding his sword, a gleaming sweep of steel, to the mystif s belly. The scars on N"ashap"s swollen head were inflamed by the drink in his system; the rest of his skin was dead white, almost waxen. He reeled as he stood in the doorway, all the more dangerous for his lack of equilibrium. The mystif had proved in New York it could survive traumas that would have laid any human dead in the gutter. But N"ashap"s blade was ready to gut it like a fish, and there"d be no surviving that. The commander"s tiny eyes fixed as best they could on Gentle.
"Your mystif s very faithful all of a sudden," he said, panting. "Why"s that? First it comes looking for me, then it won"t let me near it. Maybe it needs your permission, is that it? So give it." He pushed the blade against Pie"s belly. "Go on. Tell it to be friendly, or it"s dead."
Gentle lowered his hands a little, very slowly, as if in an attempt to appeal to Pie. "I don"t think we have much choice," he said, his eyes going between the mystif s impa.s.sive face and the sword poised at its belly, putting the time it would take for a pneuma to blow N"ashap"s head off against the speed of the captain"s blade.
N"ashap was not the only player in the scene, of course. There were three guards already here, all armed, and doubtless more on their way.
"You"d better do what he wants," Gentle said, drawing a deep breath as he finished speaking.
N"ashap saw him do so, and saw too his hand going to his mouth. Even drunk, he sensed his danger and loosed a shout to the men in the pa.s.sageway behind him, stepping out of their line of fire, and Gentle"s, as he did so.
Denied one target, Gentle unleashed his breath against the other. The pneuma flew at the guards as their trigger fingers tightened, striking the nearest with such violence his chest erupted. The force of the blow threw the body back against the other two. One went down immediately, his weapon flying from his hand. The other was momentarily blinded by blood and a shrapnel of innards but was quick to regain his balance, and would have blown Gentle"s head off had his target not been on the move, flinging himself towards the corpse. The guard fired once wildly, but before he could fire again Gentle had s.n.a.t.c.hed up the dropped weapon and answered the fire with his own. The guard had enough Oethac blood to be indifferent to the bullets that came his way, till one found his spattered eye and blew it out. He shrieked and fell back, dropping his gun to clamp both hands to the wound.
Ignoring the third man, still moaning on the floor, Gentle went to the cell door. Inside, Captain N"ashap stood face to face with Pie"oh"pah. The mystif s hand was on the blade. Blood ran from the sliced palm, but the commander was making no attempt to do further damage. He was staring at Pie"s face, his own expression perplexed.
Gentle halted, knowing any intervention on his part would snap N"ashap out of his distracted state. Whoever he was seeing in Pie"s place-the wh.o.r.e who resembled his mother, perhaps?; another echo of Tishalulle, in this place of lost mamas?-it was sufficient to keep the blade from removing the mystif s fingers.
Tears began to well in N"ashap"s eyes. The mystif didn"t move, nor did its gaze flicker from the captain"s face for an instant. It seemed to be winning the battle between N"ashap"s desire and his murderous intention. His hand unknotted from around the sword. The mystif opened its own fingers, and the weight of the sword carried it out of the captain"s grip to the ground. The noise it made striking the stone was too loud to go unheard by N"ashap, however entranced he was, and he shook his head violently, his gaze going instantly from Pie"s face to the weapon that had fallen between them.
The mystif was quick: at the door in two strides. Gentle drew breath, but as his hand went to his mouth he heard a shriek from Huzzah. He glanced down the corridor towards the child, who was retreating before two more guards, both Oethacs, one s.n.a.t.c.hing at her as she fled, the other with his sights on Gentle. Pie seized his arm and dragged him back from the door as N"ashap, still rising as he came, ran at them with his sword. The time to dispatch him with a pneuma had pa.s.sed. All Gentle had s.p.a.ce to do was seize the door handle and slam the cell closed. The key was in the lock, and he turned it as N"ashap"s bulk slammed against the other side.
Huzzah was running now, her pursuer between the second guard and his target. Tossing the gun to Pie, Gentle went to s.n.a.t.c.h Huzzah up before the Oethac took her. She was in his arms with a stride to spare, and he flung them both aside to give Pie a clear line of fire. The pursuing Oethac realized his jeopardy and went for his own weapon. Gentle looked around at Pie.
"Kill the f.u.c.kers!" he yelled, but the mystif was staring at the gun in its hand as though it had found s.h.i.te there.
"Pie! For Christ"s sake! Kill them!"
Now the mystif raised the gun, but still it seemed incapable of pulling the trigger.
"Do it!" Gentle yelled.
The mystif shook its head, however, and would have lost them all their lives had two clean shots not struck the back of the guards" necks, dropping them both to the ground.
"Papa!" Huzzah said.
It was indeed the sergeant, with Scopique in tow, who emerged through the smoke. His eyes weren"t on his daughter, whom he"d just saved from death. They were on the soldiers he"d dispatched to do so. He looked traumatized by the deed. Even when Huzzah went to him, sobbing with relief and fear, he barely noticed her. It wasn"t until Gentle shook him from his daze of guilt, saying they should get going while they had half a chance, that he spoke.
"They were my men," he said.
"And this is your daughter," Gentle replied. "You made the right choice."
N"ashap was still battering at the cell door, yelling for help. It could only be moments before he got it.
"What"s the quickest way out?" Gentle asked Scopique.
"I want to let the others out first," Scopique replied. "Father Athanasius, Izaak, Squalling-"