Small Favor

Chapter Thirty-eight.

I shivered when a breath of cold wind touched me, and my weary muscles threatened to go out of control. Dammit, I I was the one working for the Winter Queen. So how come everyone was the one working for the Winter Queen. So how come everyone else else got to be perfectly comfortable in the middle of a blizzard? got to be perfectly comfortable in the middle of a blizzard?

I stopped at the end of Michael"s driveway and planted my staff on the ground. Nicodemus stared silently at me for a while. The shadows had shifted to mask his expression, and I couldn"t see his face very well.

"What," he said in a low, deadly tone, "is that?"

Mouse stared at Nicodemus, and let out a growl so low that individual snowflakes jumped up off the ground all around him. My dog bared his teeth, showing long white fangs, and his snarl rose in volume.

h.e.l.l"s bells. I"d never seen Mouse react like that, except in earnest combat.



And it looked like Nicodemus didn"t like Mouse much, either.

"Answer my question, Dresden," Nicodemus growled. "What is that that?"

"A precaution against getting stuck in deep snow," I said. "He"s training to be a Saint Bernard."

"Excuse me?" Nicodemus said.

I mimed covering one of Mouse"s ears with my hand and stage-whispered, "Don"t tell him that they don"t actually carry kegs of booze on their collars. Break his little heart."

Nicodemus didn"t move, but his shadow shifted until it lay in a shapeless little pool between him and Mouse. His face came into view again, and he was smiling. "It"s been a little while since anyone was quite that insolent to my face. May I ask you a question?"

"Why not?"

"Do you always retreat into insouciance when you"re frightened, Dresden?"

"I don"t think of it as retreating. I think of it as an advance to the cheer. May I ask you a question?"

The smile widened. "Oh, why not?"

"How come some of you losers seem to have personal names, and the others just get called after the Fallen in the coin?"

"It isn"t complicated," Nicodemus said. "Some of our order are active, willing minds, with strength enough to retain their sense of self. Others are"-he shrugged a shoulder, an elegant, arrogant little motion-"of little consequence. Disposable vessels, and nothing more."

"Like Rasmussen," I muttered.

Nicodemus looked puzzled for a moment. Then his eyes narrowed suddenly, focusing intently upon me. His shadow stirred again, and something made a noise that sounded like a disturbingly serpentine whisper. "Oh, yes, Ursiel"s vessel. Precisely." He looked past me to the house. "Have your friends begun whispering behind your back yet?"

They sure as h.e.l.l had, though I had no idea why. I hung on to my poker face. "Why would they?"

"Try to imagine the Aquarium from their point of view. They enter a building with you, along with someone they would not normally bring along-but you have insisted that the police detective accompany your group. As a result, you walk away to a private conference with just you, me, and the Archive"s guard dog. Then the sign goes up, and they can hear a terrible conflict raging. They race to the scene as quickly as possible and find my people dragging you out of the water-to take back the coin you had in your pocket, but your friends had no way of knowing that. They find the Archive gone, her bodyguard wounded or dead, and you being apparently a.s.sisted by my people.

"And they never saw what happened they never saw what happened," Nicodemus continued. "To a suspicious mind, you might seem an accomplice to the act."

I swallowed. "I doubt that."

"Oh?" Nicodemus said. "Even though you"re about to propose giving me back the coins you took at the Aquarium? Eleven coins, Dresden. Should I recover them, everything you and your people have done during the past few days will mean nothing. I"ll be just as strong and possess the power of the Archive to boot. It is hardly a stretch to consider that you would be ideally positioned to betray them at a critical moment-which this is."

I...hadn"t thought of it like that.

""What if he"s finally falling to the influence of her shadow?" they"re thinking. "What if he"s not wholly in control of his own decisions?" they"re thinking. Treachery is a more dangerous weapon than any magic, Dresden. I"ve had two thousand years to practice arranging it, and your friends the Knights know it."

Suddenly Michael"s att.i.tude began to make a lot more sense, and the pot roast fought to come back up. I tried to keep my poker face, but it wouldn"t stick.

"Ouch," Nicodemus said, his eyes widening. "After all those years of baseless suspicion and hostility from your own Council, that that must be a painful realization." He smirked at Mouse and then at me. "Your little heart must be breaking." must be a painful realization." He smirked at Mouse and then at me. "Your little heart must be breaking."

Mouse pressed his shoulder against my leg and snarled savagely at Nicodemus, taking a step forward.

Nicodemus ignored him, his focus all on me. "It"s a tempting offer," he said. "Exchanging the coins for the Archive? Presenting me with an opportunity to walk away with every jewel in the vault? It"s something I can hardly ignore. Well-done."

"So?" I said. "Where do you want to set it up?"

He shook his head. "I don"t," he said quietly. "This is endgame, Dresden, even if you and yours can"t accept it. Once I have the Archive, the rest is simply an exercise. Losing the coins will hurt, true, but I don"t need them. Thorned Namshiel is of no real use to me in his current condition, and I haven"t worked for two thousand years only to take a gamble at the last second. No deal."

I swallowed. "Then why are you here?"

"To give you a chance to reconsider," Nicodemus said. "I think you and I are not so very different. Both of us are creatures of will. Both of us live our lives for ideals, not material things. Both of us are willing to sacrifice to attain our goals."

"Maybe we should wear matching outfits."

He spread his hands. "I could be an ally far more effective and dangerous than any you have now. I"m willing to compromise with you, and make some of your goals my own. I can provide you with support beyond anything your own Council has ever done for you. The material gain of such a partnership is a pa.s.sing matter, ultimately, but wouldn"t you enjoy living in something other than a musty bas.e.m.e.nt? Don"t you get tired of coming home to cold showers, cheap food, and an empty bed?"

I just stared at him.

"A great deal of work needs to be done, and not all of it is repugnant to you. In fact, I should imagine that some of it would prove to be quite satisfying to your personal sense of right and wrong."

To h.e.l.l with the poker face. I sneered at him. "Like what?"

"The Red Court is one example," Nicodemus said. "They"re large, well organized, dangerous to my plans, a plague upon mankind, and aesthetically repugnant. They"re parasites who are inconvenient in the short term, dangerous in the middle distance, and fatal to any long-range plan. They need to be destroyed at some point, in any case. I should have no objection to giving my a.s.sistance to you, and through you to the White Council in their efforts to do so."

"Make the Council into cat"s-paws to wipe out the Red Court?" I asked.

"As if you have not been made into their tool on many occasions."

"The Council doesn"t need my help to be a bunch of tools," I muttered.

"And yet the reversal appeals to your sense of justice, as does the notion of visiting destruction upon the Red Court. Especially given what they did to Susan Rodriguez." He tilted his head to one side. "It may be possible to help her, you know. If anyone might know of a means to free her of her condition, it is the Fallen."

"Why not just offer me floating castles and world peace while you"re at it, Nick?"

He spread his hands. "I only suggest possibilities. Here is what is concrete: You and I share a great many foes. I am willing to help you fight them."

"Let me get this straight," I said. "You"re telling me that you want me to work with you, and that I still get to keep being one of the good guys."

"Good and evil are relative. You know that by now. But I would never ask you to work against your conscience. I have no need to do so in order to make use of your talents. Consider how many people you could help with the power I"m offering you."

"Yeah. You seem like a real philanthropist."

"As I said, I"m willing to work with you, and I am quite sincere." He met my eyes. "Look upon my soul, Dresden. See for yourself."

My heart ripped out about a thousand beats in two seconds, and I jerked my eyes away from him, terrified. I didn"t want to see what was behind Nicodemus"s dark, calm, ancient eyes. It could have been something monstrous, his soul, something that ripped away my sanity and left a stain of itself on my own like a smear of grease.

Or it could be even worse.

What if he was telling the truth?

I glanced back at the Carpenter house, feeling very cold and very tired. Tired of everything. Tired of all of it. I looked down at my borrowed clothes and my bare ankles, covered with snow just like my shoes.

"I don"t have anything against you personally, Dresden," he said. "I respect your integrity. I would enjoy working with you. But make no mistake: If you stand in my way, I"ll mow you down beside everyone else."

Silence reigned.

I thought about what I knew of Nicodemus.

I thought about my friends and those whispers behind my back. I thought about the awkward silences.

I thought about what the world might become if Nicodemus turned Ivy.

I thought about how scared the little girl must be right now.

And I thought about a little old man from Okinawa who had literally laid down his life for my own.

"You and I," I said quietly, "are both willing to give things up to reach our goals."

Nicodemus tilted his head, waiting.

"But we have real different ideas when it comes to deciding who does the sacrificing and who gets sacrificed." I shook my head. "No."

He took a slow, deep breath and said, "Pity. Good evening, Dresden. Best of luck to you in the new world. But I expect we won"t meet again in this life."

He turned to go.

And my heart sped up again.

Shiro said I would know who to give the sword to.

"Wait," I said.

Nicodemus paused.

"I"ve got more than coins to offer you."

He turned, his face a mask.

"You give me Ivy and I give you eleven coins," I said quietly, "plus Fidelacchius Fidelacchius."

Nicodemus froze. His shadow twisted and twitched. "You have it?"

"Yeah."

That ugly whispering sound came again, louder and faster. Nicodemus glanced down at his shadow, frowning.

"Suppose you get Ivy," I said. "Suppose you turn her and manage to control her. It"s a great scheme. Suppose you get your apocalypse and your neo Dark Age. Do you think that"s going to stop the Knights? Do you think that, one after the other, new men and women won"t take up the Swords and fight you? You think Heaven"s just going to sit there letting you do whatever you want?"

Nicodemus had a better poker face than me, but I had him. He was listening.

"How many times have the Swords broken up your plans?" I asked. "How many times have they forced you to abandon one position or another?" I took a stab in the dark that seemed worth it. "Don"t you get tired of waking up from nightmares about taking a sword through the heart or the neck? Turning you into one more discarded Dixie cup for the Fallen? Terrified of what you"re going to face once you shuffle off the mortal coil?

"I"ve got the Sword," I said. "I"m willing to trade it and the coins alike."

His teeth showed. "No, you aren"t."

"I"m just as willing to give you the Sword and the coins as you are to give me the Archive," I said. "I"m handing you an opportunity, Nick. A chance to destroy one of the Swords forever. Who knows? If things go well you might have a shot at taking out the other two at the same time."

The whispering increased in volume and speed again.

Nicodemus stared at me. I couldn"t read his expression, but his right hand was slowly clenching and unclenching, as if eager to take up a weapon, and hate poured off him like heat from an oven.

"So," I said as nonchalantly as I could, "where do you want to do the exchange?"

Chapter Thirty-eight.

I walked back up to the house again a few minutes later, Mouse at my side. Michael had been right: Before we went inside, the big dog shook himself thoroughly. I decided to follow his example and stomped whatever snow I could off my numb feet, then went in. walked back up to the house again a few minutes later, Mouse at my side. Michael had been right: Before we went inside, the big dog shook himself thoroughly. I decided to follow his example and stomped whatever snow I could off my numb feet, then went in.

I walked into the living room and found everyone there waiting for me-Luccio, Michael, Molly, Sanya, and Murphy. Everyone looked at me expectantly.

"He went for it. We"re going to have to haul a.s.s in a minute. But I need to speak with you first, Michael."

Michael raised his eyebrows. "Oh, certainly."

"Alone," I said quietly. "And bring your Sword."

I turned and walked on through the house, out the barely functioning back door the gruff had damaged before all this began, and on to the workshop. I didn"t stop to look behind me. I didn"t need to look to know that everyone was trading Significant Glances.

If Nicodemus actually did have people in the tree house, they were gone now. I wouldn"t put it past the b.a.s.t.a.r.d to have been lying about them, just to keep me honest. I went inside the workshop and laid my staff down on the workbench. It had a lot of dings and nicks in it. It could benefit from a set of wood-carving tools, sandpaper, and patient attention.

Michael came in silently a moment later. I turned to face him. He wore his fleece-lined denim coat again, and bore Amoracchius Amoracchius in its sheath, attached to a belt he"d slung over one shoulder. in its sheath, attached to a belt he"d slung over one shoulder.

I took my duster off and put it next to the staff. "Draw it, please."

"Harry," Michael said. "What are you doing?"

"Making a point," I said. "Just do it."

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