"This is the second time they shoved their faces in our business. They want to clean us out. I warned them last time..."
"Let"s just find my pack and get the h.e.l.l out before the rest of them come back."
I could have kissed him if I could have done anything at all. I wasn"t too spry right then.
The other one looked down at me. "You tell the b.i.t.c.h this was her last free chance. Next time, skitch!" He flashed his b.l.o.o.d.y knife past his throat. Then Ken found the pack I"d found in that alley. He put it on and they went away.
When the stable door closed behind them I ground my teeth and yanked the d.a.m.ned knife out of me. I didn"t bleed to death on the spot, so I knew it didn"t get any big veins. I crawled over to Darling. She was pale and she was hurting but she wanted me to check on Torque first.
He was still alive but I didn"t think there was a whole lot that could be done to keep him that way. I told Darling. She signed we had to do something.
Of course we did. But I didn"t know the h.e.l.l what.
Raven busted in. "We caught them! We"re safe for... What the h.e.l.l happened, Case?"
By then they were all inside, recaptured prisoners included. I told it. While I was, one of our little spies came in from the temple to report that Exile had ordered an all-out search for Brigadier Wildbrand and persons unknown masquerading as his guards.
Bomanz and Silent did what they could for us casualties, then everybody that could hit the street again. It was starting to snow out there.
"Some fun, eh?" I asked the Nightstalkers. They didn"t see the humor.
Frankly, neither did I.
LXVI.
"What the s.h.i.t are we going to do?" Smeds growled at Fish when they stopped running to catch their breaths. "There ain"t no safe places left."
Fish said, "I don"t know. I used up all my ideas just getting you out."
"They know our names, Fish. And that bunch knows our faces."
"You"re the one wouldn"t let me take them out. You end up paying for that, don"t whine at me."
"There"s been enough killing and hurting. All I want is out." He tried to get his pack settled more comfortably. "I don"t even give a d.a.m.n about selling the spike anymore. I just want to wake up from the nightmare."
Snowflakes had begun to swirl around them. Fish grumbled about leaving tracks, then asked, "You know of anywhere to lay up even for a little while? Twelve hours would do. Twenty-four would be better. The Limper would be here and there wouldn"t be any more ducking and slinking because the soldiers would be busy."
The only thing Smeds could think of was a drainage system that had been built when he was a kid, to carry water away from the neighborhood when it rained. Before the system there"d always been little local floods when it stormed. Some of the ditching was covered over. They had played and hidden out in there. But he hadn"t paid any attention in ten years. Public works which did not serve the rich and powerful had a way of dying of neglect.
It was no place he wanted to spend any time. It would be cold and damp and infested with rats and, these days, probably, human vermin. But he could think of nowhere else to get out of sight, even for an hour.
"When I was a kid we used to-"
"Don"t tell me. If I don"t know I can"t tell anybody. Just tell me where"s a good place for you to see me without me or anybody watching me seeing you."
Smeds thought about it and mentioned a place he did know was there because his labor battalion had pa.s.sed that way every morning and evening when he was doing time. He described it, asked, "What are we up to?"
"I"m going to see if Exile will talk deal."
"Oh, s.h.i.t, man! He"ll take you apart."
"He might," Fish admitted. "But we know somebody"s going to do that real soon anyway. He"s the only one who"s offered any serious deal."
"I think if I had my druthers I"d rather the Rebels got the d.a.m.ned thing. The imperials are nasty enough without it."
Fish grunted. "Maybe. But they don"t want to pay for it. They want you to do it for love. I"m a wh.o.r.e too old and set in her ways not to want to get paid for my trouble."
Smeds said, "I guess for guys like us it don"t matter who"s running things anyway. Whoever it is they"re going to try to stick it to us."
The heavens had cut loose now, dumping snow so heavily it had become their ally.
Fish started explaining what he wanted Smeds to do.
LXVII.
The gang came smashing in out of the blizzard. Raven snarled, "We lost them."
Stubby Torque said, "You can"t see your hand in front of your face out there."
"You tracked Raker down in a snowstorm in Roses, didn"t you?" I asked Raven.
"Different circ.u.mstances." He was double-p.i.s.sed now because of what he thought he saw when he busted through the door. As if we could have done anything about it carved up the way we were.
Darling shut them up. She made it clear she"d had her mind on business because she told them what we were going to do if those guys told the gray boys where to find us again. She felt almost sorry for those two.
She overdid the empathy sometimes. I don"t have any for guys who stick knives in me.
The excitement started a few hours later when a couple of our little spies from the temple came charging in to tell us how a guy who sounded like the one who stabbed me had dropped in on Exile to see if he could cut a deal. As a good-faith gesture he"d told Exile where he could find us and Brigadier Wildbrand. He"d also told Exile his headquarters was so riddled with spies he couldn"t sneeze without some Plain creature reporting it.
That meant big excitement over there. A bunch of our little allies didn"t get the word in time to get out. Gossamer and Spidersilk led the exterminator squads. Meantime, they were throwing together a gang to come after us. They figured we"d hear they were coming but counted on us getting caught being on the move in a city alert for us.
I thought they were a little optimistic there, considering Bomanz and Silent had done a good job keeping us from being noticed before. But Exile probably wouldn"t know we had those kinds of resources. Not about Bomanz, at least. I figured his big panic would come when he started wondering what resources Darling could call up out of the Plain.
She did have something cooked up with the tree G.o.d. What I didn"t know. It wouldn"t be anything small.
Nothing like being nailed down on the bull"s-eye of history in the making without a fool"s notion of what was going on. Nothing personal, Case, old buddy, but they can"t make you tell what you don"t know.
Darling told Silent and the Torques to get the horses out so they could not be recaptured. They were going to hide them on an empty lot nearby. Yeah? What would they do about tracks? Something wizardly, I guess.
Horses were part of her plans. Whatever they were. I had caught part of an argument with Silent where she told him she wanted to steal a bunch more.
One heroic little rock monkey hung in the temple till the last moment, near getting himself fried by the twins so he could find out as much as possible about Exile"s deal for the spike.
There was a deal. The monkey said Exile was going to play it straight and keep his end of the bargain if the guys with the spike kept theirs. The monkey said the guy dealing for them had no idea where the spike was nor any idea where the guy who did know was hiding.
Made sense to me. And to Exile, I guess. He didn"t waste no time jacking the guy around, just asked the go-between how they wanted to make the exchange.
We"d had the guy who knew! I"d lived in the same d.a.m.ned tent with him for days! I wanted to kick some Nightstalkers around for lying to us.
Raven got the wind up, too. "How the h.e.l.l are we supposed to con people into fighting the empire if the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds go honest on us? Whoever heard of a wizard dealing straight?"
Bomanz gave him some dirty looks but never got no chance to argue because right then we got word that Exile"s boys were closing in.
When they busted in all they saw was Brigadier Wildbrand and her buddy sitting on the floor by our runt menhir. The rest of us were still there but Bomanz had disguised us as heaps of manure and whatnot while we gave the Nightstalkers the idea we were sneaking out.
The talking stone boomed out, "Hi, guys! You"re too late again. You"re always going to be too late. Why don"t you wake up and come on over to the winning side? The White Rose don"t hold no grudges."
The raiders were all Exile"s personal guards, unlikely recruits, but the stone kept nagging them.
They spread out. Some rushed into the loft where n.o.body was hiding. Some went to work to get the Nightstalkers loose. And some went to work trying to figure how to silence that bigmouth stone.
The menhir vanished. And just when their eyes stopped popping, here it came back. "You boys better get your hearts and heads right fast. It"s almost dawn now and before sunset tomorrow the White Rose is going to cure this berg of the imperial disease." Away it went again.
That crack rattled them some.
Here it came, spewing more mockery. They got so p.i.s.sed they stopped doing a thorough job of searching.
There was some noise outside. Three of them charged out into the blizzard. There was a flash, a scream. A guy staggered inside. "They"re all dead out there. They took the horses."
That d.a.m.ned Silent was showing off for Darling. She would be p.i.s.sed at him for wasting them when he didn"t have to. I didn"t blame him, though. He"d been keeping a lot bottled up. These guys were some he could make pay.
A bunch more went charging off to avenge their buddies. The talking stone whooped and laughed and carried on.
They never caught Silent, of course. But he got some more of them. They finally took Brigadier Wildbrand and got out of there while there were some of them left to get.
A little later Silent brought ten horses in. Him and the Torques were real pleased with themselves. I think maybe Darling was the only one who wasn"t pleased with them.
LXVIII.
The snowfall had ended.The sky had cleared. The world had grown almost intolerably bright by the time the Limper topped the rise that gave him his first glimpse of his destination. The silence troubled him some. There should have been birds out if nothing else. And why was there so much smoke drifting downwind from Oar, more than could be explained by all the city"s hearth and heating fires?
No matter. No matter at all. He could feel that piece of haunted silver calling him as though he had been born to wield it and it had been wrought for him and him alone. His destiny lay there, ahead, and all the mousy scrabbling around by those who would deny him would not prevent him taking that power that was rightfully his.
He strode forward, walking now, no longer rushed, confident yet still ill at ease with the silence and a lingering suspicion that all the horizons were masks being worn by his enemies.
LXIX.
Toadkiller Dog was only one of a varied pack of monsters running on the Limper"s trail. But he was out in front, their leader, the only one of the crowd not carrying some dread lord or lady out of the Tower. He was the scout, the champion, and before this day was through he hoped to be entered in the annals of history as the destroyer of the last of the Ten Who Were Taken, as the closer of the door on the olden times.
He topped a low ridge line, saw Oar for the first time. He saw, from disturbances in the snow, that the Limper had paused there, too. There he was now, a remote speck tramping a lonely track across the pristine snowscape.
He dropped down onto his belly to lower his profile, listened to the silence. He watched the smoke drift from the city, noted that everything that had stood outside the walls last time had been cleared away, leaving nothing but a flat white surround. Uneasily for a moment, he surveyed the horizons, feeling almost as if distant groves were the ma.s.sed helmets and spears of legions waiting in tight array.
His companions crowded up behind him. They waited till the speck that was the Limper vanished against the dark loom of the city"s walls. Then they all moved forward, marching toward doom or destiny in a gradually widening line abreast.
LXX.
Smeds sat in the icy shadows shivering, unable to stop. His stomach felt hollow. It ached. He was scared. He hoped it was the cold and hunger but was afraid it was the first bite of cholera.
The air was filled with smoke and the stench of bodies being burned. Death had reaped a rich harvest during the night. Few who were not soldiers had eaten well in days. Disease made easy headway in bodies already weakened.
He watched the bridge up the ditch and wondered if Fish would ever come, and what he would do if Fish didn"t. Then he sat there and gradually convinced himself that he was the last of the four of them, possessed of the greatest treasure in the world and so poor he was forced to live in a sewer like a rat.
He scavenged through his pack for the dozenth time, looking for some sc.r.a.p of food that might have gotten into it somehow. Again he found nothing but the gold and silver he had brought out of the Barrowland. A fortune, and he would have given it all for a good meal, a warm bed, and confidence that the great terrors of the world had forgotten his name.
He started. Daydreaming, he had not noticed the two men come onto the bridge. One looked like Fish. He made the signal he was supposed to make before he walked away from the other, who stayed where he was.
Smeds shoved his pack into a gap in the culvert wall, where some of the building stone had fallen away and high water had washed out some of the earth behind. Then he ran toward the light at the nether end, a hundred yards away.
Midway he stumbled over a corpse that the rats had been at for a while. He had become so inured to horror that he just went on, giving it hardly a thought.
He rushed out the other end, floundered through drifted snow, and hurried around to where he was supposed to meet Fish, masked from the man on the bridge by a hump of earth six feet high. Fish was carrying a sizable blue canvas bag. "Is it safe?" Smeds croaked.
"Looks like they"ll play square. This is the first third, along with some food and clothes and blankets and stuff I thought you could use."
Smeds"s mouth watered. But he asked, "What now?"
"You go out on the bridge, get the second third, tell him where to find the spike. I watch from cover. He messes with you, I hunt him down and kill him. Go on. Let"s get it done."
Smeds looked at the old man a moment, shrugged, went off to meet the man on the bridge. He was calmer than he had expected to be. Maybe he was getting used to the pressure. He was still pleased with himself for not having bent for a moment while the Rebels had him.
The man on the bridge leaned on the rail, staring at nothing. He glanced at Smeds incuriously as he approached. Another blue bag leaned against his leg. Smeds sidled up and planted his forearms on the rail on the other side of the bag.
The man was younger than Smeds had expected and of a race he"d never before seen. Easy to see why he had taken the name Exile.
"Smeds Stahl?"
"Yes. How come you"re playing this square?"