I leapt forward and ran to Sanya. He was bleeding a lot from his leg. He had already taken off his belt, and I helped him wrap it around the leg in a makeshift tourniquet.
Marcone stepped up to where Nicodemus had fallen, frowned, and said, "Dammit. He should have dropped in place. Now we"ll have to go back for the Shroud."
"No, we won"t," I said. "You didn"t kill him. You probably just p.i.s.sed him off."
Michael stepped past Marcone to help Sanya, tearing off a section off his white cloak.
"Do you think so?" Marcone asked. "The damage seemed fairly thorough."
"I don"t think he can be killed," I said.
"Interesting. Can he run faster than a train?"
"Probably," I said.
Marcone said to Sanya, "Do you have another clip?"
"Where is Deirdre?" I asked Michael.
He shook his head. "Wounded. She tore her way through the front wall of the car into the next one. Too risky to pursue her alone in close quarters."
I stood up and crawled back over to the cattle car. I clambered down in it to fetch my staff. After a moment of hesitation, I got Marcone"s rifle, too, and started back up.
As it turned out, I was mistaken. Nicodemus could not run faster than a train.
He flew flew faster than a train. faster than a train.
He came sailing down out of the sky, his shadow spread like immense bat wings. His sword flashed toward Marcone. Marcone"s reflexes could make a striking snake look sluggish, and he dodged and rolled out of the way of the Denarian"s sword.
Nicodemus sailed to the next car on the train and landed in a crouch, facing us. A glowing sigil had appeared on his forehead, the sign itself something twisting, nauseating to look upon. His skin was marred and ugly where Marcone"s shots had hit him, but it was whole, and getting better by the second. His face twisted in fury and a kind of ecstatic agony, and his shadow flooded forward, over the length of the railcar in front of him and dipping down between his car and ours.
There was a wrenching sound and our car shook. Then the sound of tearing metal, and our car started shuddering.
"He"s uncoupled the cars!" I shouted. As I did, Nicodemus"s car began drawing away from us, as our own slowed down, the gap between them growing.
"Go!" Sanya shouted. "I"ll be all right!"
Michael stood and threw himself over the gap without hesitation. Marcone ditched the a.s.sault rifle and sprinted toward the gap. He threw himself over it, arms windmilling, and landed, barely, on the other car"s roof.
I got to the top of the car and did the same thing. I imagined missing the other car and landing on the tracks in front of the uncoupled end of the train. Even without an engine, pure momentum would be more than enough to kill me. I dropped Marcone"s rifle and gathered my will in my staff. As I leapt, I thrust the staff back behind me and screamed, "Forzare!" "Forzare!"
The raw force I sent out behind me shoved me forward. Actually, it shoved me too far forward. I landed closer to Nicodemus than either Michael or Marcone, but at least I didn"t wind up sprawled at his feet.
Michael stepped up to stand beside me, and a second later Marcone did as well. He had an automatic pistol in either hand.
"The boy isn"t very fast, is he, Michael?" said Nicodemus. "You"re an adequate opponent, I suppose. Not as experienced as you could be, but it"s hard to find someone with more than thirty or forty years of practice, much less twenty centuries. Not as talented as the j.a.panese, but then not many are."
"Give up the Shroud, Nicodemus," Michael shouted. "It is not yours to take."
"Oh, yes, it is," Nicodemus answered. "You certainly will not be able to stop me. And when I"ve finished you and the wizard, I"ll go back for the boy. Three Knights in a day, as it were."
"He can"t make bad puns," I muttered. "That"s my shtick."
"At least he didn"t overlook you entirely," Marcone answered. "I feel somewhat insulted."
"Hey!" I shouted. "Old Nick, can I ask you a question?"
"Please do, wizard. Once we get to the fighting, there really isn"t going to be much opportunity for it."
"Why?" I said.
"Beg pardon?"
"Why?" I asked again. "Why the h.e.l.l are you doing this? I mean, I get why you stole the Shroud. You needed a big battery. But why a plague?"
"Have you read Revelations?"
"Not in a while," I admitted. "But I just can"t buy that you really think you"re touching off the Apocalypse."
Nicodemus shook his head. "Dresden, Dresden. The Apocalypse, as you refer to it, isn"t an event. At least, it isn"t any specific event. One day, I"m sure, there will be an apocalypse that really does bring on the end, but I doubt it will be this event that begins it."
"Then why do do this?" this?"
Nicodemus studied me for a moment before smiling. "Apocalypse is a frame of mind," he said then. "A belief. A surrender to inevitability. It is despair for the future. It is the death of hope."
Michael said quietly, "And in that kind of environment, there is more suffering. More pain. More desperation. More power to the underworld and their servants."
"Exactly," Nicodemus said. "We have a terrorist group prepared to take credit for this plague. It will likely stir up reprisals, protests, hostilities. All sorts of things."
"One step closer," said Michael. "That"s how he sees it. Progress."
"I like to think of it as simple entropy," Nicodemus said. "The real question, to my mind, is why do you stand against me? It is the way of the universe, Knight. Things fall apart. Your resistance to it is pointless."
In answer, Michael drew his sword.
"Ah," said Nicodemus. "Eloquence."
"Stay back," Michael said to me. "Don"t distract me."
"Michael-"
"I mean it." He stepped forward to meet Nicodemus.
Nicodemus took his time, sauntering up to meet Michael. He crossed swords with him lightly, then lifted his blade in a salute. Michael did the same.
Nicodemus attacked, and Amoracchius Amoracchius flared into brilliant light. The two men met each other and traded a quick exchange of cuts and thrusts. They parted, and then clashed together again, steps carrying each past the other. Both of them emerged from it unscathed. flared into brilliant light. The two men met each other and traded a quick exchange of cuts and thrusts. They parted, and then clashed together again, steps carrying each past the other. Both of them emerged from it unscathed.
"Shooting him hardly seems to inconvenience him," Marcone said quietly to me. "I take it that the Knight"s sword can harm him?"
"Michael doesn"t think so," I said.
Marcone blinked and looked at me. "Then why is he fighting him?"
"Because it needs to be done," I said.
"Do you know what I think?" Marcone said.
"You think we should shoot Nicodemus in the back at the first opportunity and let Michael dismember him."
"Yes."
I drew my gun. "Okay."
Just then Demon-girl Deirdre"s glowing eyes appeared several cars ahead of us and came forward at a sprint. I caught a glimpse of her before she jumped onto our car-still all supple scales and hairstyle by the Tasmanian Devil. But in addition she had a sword gripped in one hand.
"Michael!" I shouted. "Behind you!"
Michael turned and dodged to one side, avoiding Deirdre"s first attack. Her hair followed him, lashing at him, tangling around the hilt of his sword.
I acted without thinking. I stripped Shiro"s cane from my back, shouted, "Michael!" and threw the cane at him.
Michael didn"t so much as turn his head. He reached out, caught the cane, and with a sweep of his arm threw the cane-sheath free of the sword so that Fidelacchius Fidelacchius"s blade shone with its own light. Without pausing, he swung the second sword and struck Deirdre"s tangling hair from his arm, sending her stumbling back.
Nicodemus attacked him, and Michael met him squarely, shouting, "O Dei! Lava quod est sordium!" Cleanse what is unclean, O G.o.d. "O Dei! Lava quod est sordium!" Cleanse what is unclean, O G.o.d. Michael managed to hold his ground against Nicodemus, their blades ringing. Michael drove Nicodemus to one side and I had a shot at his back. I took it. Beside me, Marcone did the same. Michael managed to hold his ground against Nicodemus, their blades ringing. Michael drove Nicodemus to one side and I had a shot at his back. I took it. Beside me, Marcone did the same.
The shots took Nicodemus by surprise and stole his balance. Michael shouted and pressed forward on the offensive, seizing the advantage for the first time. Both shining blades dipped and circled through attack after attack, and Michael drove Nicodemus back step by step.
"h.e.l.l"s bells, he"s going to win," I muttered.
But Nicodemus drew a gun from the back of his belt.
He shoved it against Michael"s breastplate and pulled the trigger. Repeatedly. Light and thunder made even the rushing train sound quiet.
Michael fell and did not move.
The light of the two swords went out.
I shouted, "No!" I raised my gun and started shooting again. Marcone joined me.
We didn"t do too badly considering we were standing on a moving train and all. But Nicodemus didn"t seem to care. He walked toward us through the bullets, jerking and twitching occasionally. He casually kicked the two swords over the side of the train.
I ran dry on bullets, and Nicodemus took the gun from my hand with a stroke of his sword. It hit the top of the boxcar once, then bounced off and into the night. The train thundered down a long, shallow grade toward a bridge. Demon-girl Deirdre leapt over to her father"s side on all fours, her face distorted in glee. Tendrils of her hair ran lovingly over Michael"s unmoving form.
I drew up my unfocused shield into a regular barrier before me, and said, "Don"t even bother offering me a coin."
"I hadn"t planned on it," Nicodemus said. "You don"t seem like a team player to me." He looked past me and said. "But I"ve heard about you, Marcone. Are you interested in a job?"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing," Marcone said.
Nicodemus smiled and said, "Bravo, sir. I understand. I"m obliged to kill you, but I understand."
I traded a look with Marcone. I flicked my eyes at the upcoming bridge. He took a deep breath and nodded.
Nicodemus lifted the gun and aimed for my head. His shadow suddenly swept forward, under and around my shield, seizing my left hand. It ripped at my arm hard, pulling me off balance.
Marcone was ready. He let one of his empty guns fall and produced a knife from somewhere on his person. He flicked it at Nicodemus"s face.
I went for his gun hand when he flinched. The gun went off. My senses exploded with a flash of light, and I lost the feeling in my left arm. But I trapped his gun arm between my body and my right arm and pried at his fingers.
Marcone went for him with another knife. It swept past my face, missing me. But it hit the Shroud. Marcone cut through it cleanly, seized it, and pulled it off Nicodemus entirely.
I felt the release of energy as the Shroud was removed, a wave of fever-hot magic that swept over me in a sudden, potent surge. When it was gone, my chills and my aching joints were gone with it. The curse had been broken.
"No!" Nicodemus shouted. "Kill him!"
Deirdre leapt at Marcone. Marcone turned and jumped off the train just as it rolled out over the river. He hit the water feet first, still clutching the Shroud, and was lost in the darkness.
I pried the gun from Nicodemus"s fingers. He caught me by the hair, jerked my head back, and got his arm around my throat. He started choking me, hissing, "It"s going to take days to kill you, Dresden."
He"s afraid of you, said Shiro"s voice in my mind. said Shiro"s voice in my mind.
In my memories, I watched Nicodemus edge away from Shiro as the old man entered the room.
The noose made him invulnerable to any lasting harm.
But in a flash of insight, I was willing to bet that the one thing the noose wouldn"t protect him against was itself.
I reached back, fumbling until I felt the noose. I pulled on it as hard as I could, and then twisted it, pressing my knuckles hard into Nicodemus"s throat.
Nicodemus reacted in sudden and obvious panic, releasing my throat and struggling to get away. I held on for dear life and dragged him off balance. I tried to throw him off the train, letting go of the noose at the last moment. He went over the edge but Deirdre let out a shriek and leapt forward, her tendrils writhing around one of his arms and holding him.
"Kill him," Nicodemus choked. "Kill him now!"
Coughing and wheezing, I picked up Michael"s still form as best I could and leapt off the train.
We hit the water together. Michael sank. I wouldn"t let go of him. I sank too. I tried to get us out, but I couldn"t, and things started to become confusing and black.
I had almost given up trying when I felt something near me in the water. I thought it was a rope and I grabbed it. I was still holding on to Michael as whoever had thrown the rope started pulling me out.
I gasped for breath when my head broke water, and someone helped me drag Michael"s body over to the shallows at the side of the river.
It was Marcone. And he hadn"t thrown me a rope.
He"d hauled me out with the Shroud.
Chapter Thirty-three I woke up in the back of Michael"s pickup staring up at the stars and the moon and in considerable pain. Sanya sat at the back of the truck, facing me. Michael lay still and unmoving beside me.