Lying on his chest on a log in the middle of a river in the middle of the night, Smeds felt the first nibbles of panic. He could not see the island for which they were headed, though Fish said there was no way they could miss it from where they had left the bank. The current would carry them right to it.
That was no rea.s.surance. He could not swim. If he missed the island he would drift maybe all the way to the sea.
A sudden barrage of blue flares illuminated the river. He was surprised to see that Fish and Timmy were nearby. And for all his furious splashing Tully was only a hundred feet ahead.
He felt an urge to say something, anything, just to draw courage from the act of communication. But he had nothing to say. And silence was imperative. No point asking for trouble.
During the coming hour he relived every moment of fear he"d ever known, every instance of misfortune and disaster. He was very ragged when he spied the darker loom of the island dead ahead.
It wasn"t much of an island. It was maybe thirty feet wide and two hundred yards long, a nail paring of a mudbank that had acc.u.mulated weeds and scrub brush. None of the brush was taller than a man. Smeds thought it a pretty pathetic hideout.
At the moment it looked like paradise.
A minute later Fish whispered, "It"s shallow enough to touch bottom. Walk your way around to the far side so there won"t be tracks coming out over here."
Smeds slid off his log, discovered the water was no deeper than his waist. He followed Fish and Timmy, his toes squishing in the bottom muck, his calves tangling in water plants. Timmy yipped as he stepped on something that wriggled.
Smeds glanced back. Nothing. There had been no fireworks since the exchange that had shown him his companions on the river. The forest had begun to recall its night murmur.
"What took you guys so long?" Tully asked, with a touch of strain.
Smeds snapped, "We took time to pick up some stuff so we wouldn"t starve to death out here. What"re you going to munch, fireball?"
Smeds wondered if an occasional dose of stress wasn"t good for the state of a guy"s common sense. He"d dug up some useful memories during his helpless voyage.
Tully had run off on him before. When they were little, as a simple act of cruelty, and later, abandoning him to the mercies of bullies or leaving him to be beaten by a merchant when he, unwitting, had distracted the man while Tully had s.n.a.t.c.hed a handful of coppers and run.
Tully bore watching.
Smeds could see the shadow of the future. Get Old Man Fish and Timmy Locan to kype the spike. Get dumb old Smeds to croak them when they do. Then take the loot and walk. Who is Smeds going to complain to when he has the blood of two men on his hands?
That would be just like Tully. Just like him.
They stayed on the island four days, feeding the gnats, broiling in the sun, waiting. It went hardest for Tully. He mooched food enough to get by, but he could not borrow dry clothing or a blanket to keep the sun off.
Smeds had a feeling Fish drew the wait out mainly for Tully"s benefit.
Fish went over to the mainland the fourth afternoon. Walking. The channel between the island and bank was never more than chest-deep. He carried his necessaries atop his head.
He did not return till after dark.
"Well?" Tully demanded, the only one of them with any store of impatience left.
"They"re gone. Before they left they found our camp and savaged it. They poisoned everything and left dozens of traps. We won"t go back there. Maybe we can find what we need in the village. Those folks won"t be needing anything anymore."
Smeds learned the truth of Fish"s report next day, after a pa.s.s near their old camp to show Tully he was wasting his time whining for his stuff. The ma.s.sacre had been complete, and had not spared the dogs, the fowl, the livestock. It was a warm morning and the air was still. The wings of a million flies filled the forest with an oppressive drone. Carrion eaters squawked and barked and chittered, arguing, as though there was not a feast great enough for ten times their number. The stench was gut-wrenching even from a quarter mile away. Smeds stopped. "I got no business to take care of over there. I"m going to go eyeball the tree."
"I"ll give you a hand," Timmy said.
Tully looked at Smeds with a snarl. Old Man Fish shrugged, said, "We"ll meet you there." The stink and horror didn"t seem to bother him.
XIV.
The wicker man strode through the streets of the shattered city like an avenging G.o.d, stepping stiffly over the legions of the dead. The survivors of his forest warriors followed, awed by the vastness of the city and aghast at what sorcery had wrought. Behind them came a few hundred stunned imperial soldiers from the Oar garrison. They had recognized the invader and had responded to his call to arms-mainly because to defy him was to join those whose blood painted the cobblestones and whose spilled entrails clogged the gutters.
Fires burned in a thousand places. The people of Oar sent a great lament up into the darkness. But not near the dread thing stamping the night.
Furtive things moved in the shadows, rushing away from their places of hiding. Their fear was so great they could not remain still while the old terror pa.s.sed. He ignored them. The backbone of resistance had been broken.
He ignored everything but the fires. Fire he avoided.
Bowstrings yelped. Arrows zipped into the wicker man as if into an archery b.u.t.t. Chunks of willow and bits of stone flew. The wicker man reeled. But for the woodland warriors he would have toppled. Breathy rage tore through the head"s tortured lips.
Then words came, soft and bitter, chilling the hearts of those near enough to hear. More arrows ripped the fabric of the night, battered the wicker man, clipped one of his ears, felled one of the savages supporting him. He finished speaking.
Screams tore the shadows fifty yards away. They were terrible screams. They brought moisture to the eyes of the soldiers who followed the wicker man.
Those soldiers stepped over the knotted, twitching, whining forms of men wearing uniforms exactly like their own, brothers in arms whose courage had been sufficient to buoy their loyalty. Some shuddered and averted their eyes. Some took mercy and ended the torment with quick spear thrusts. Some recognized old comrades among the fallen and quietly swore to even accounts when sweet opportunity presented itself.
The wicker man proved as unstoppable as a natural disaster. He pa.s.sed through Oar, trailing death and destruction and acc.u.mulating followers, and came to the city"s South Gate, where Loo and his sidekick vanished in a flurry of heels. The wicker man extended a hand, whispered secret words. The gate blasted to flinders and toothpicks. The wicker man stamped through and halted, staring down the darkened road.
The trail had grown confused. That of the prey was overlaid by other scents equally familiar, tantalizing, and hated. "As well," he whispered. "As well. Take them all and have done." He sniffed. "Him! And that accursed White Rose. And the one who thwarted me in Opal. And the wizard who set us free." Ruined lips quivered in momentary fear. Yes. Even he knew the meaning of fear. "Her!"
The beast called Toadkiller Dog believed that she had lost her powers. He wanted to believe that himself. That would be a justice beautiful beyond compare. He needed to believe it. But he dared not, not entirely, till he saw for himself. Toadkiller Dog operated from motives not his own. And she was as crafty and treacherous a being as ever any human had been.
Moreover, he had tried to disarm her himself, once, and his failure had reduced him to this.
Toadkiller Dog bulled through the gateway, shouldering soldiers aside. Gore dripped off him. For hours he had ravened through the city, feeding an ancient thirst for blood. He moved on four limbs now, though one was as artificial as the wicker man"s body. He, too, peered down the road.
The forest warriors collapsed, falling asleep where they were. The wicker man was driven. He showed no inclination to baby his followers.
A tottering shaman, on his last legs, tried to speak to the wicker man, tried to make him understand that unalloyed flesh could not keep the pace he had set.
The head turned slightly. The expression that shown through the ruin was one of contempt. "Keep up or die," it whispered. It beckoned men to come lift it onto the back of the beast. It rode out, insane with a hunger for revenge.
XV.
The folks we was chasing never did much to cover up which way they was headed. I don"t guess they thought they had any reason. Anyway, Raven knew where the guy he was chasing was headed. Some place called Khatovar, all the way down on the southern edge of the world.
I knew the guy, Croaker. Him and his Black Company boys did a job on me at the Barrowland, though they never did me too bad. I got out alive. So I had mixed feelings about them. They were a hard bunch. I didn"t feel like I really wanted to catch them.
The more we rode along, the more Raven dried out and turned back into the real Raven. And I don"t mean into the Corbie that I got to know when I first met him, I mean the real bad-a.s.s so tough and hard he was death on a stick. I don"t think it ever occurred to him to take a drink after he made up his mind that he had something else to do.
We had practice sessions every morning before we rode out and every evening after we set camp. Even when he was at his weakest it was all I could do to handle him. When he really started coming back he beat me at everything but throwing rocks and running footraces.
His hip never let up on him.
He wouldn"t never stop over at an inn or in a village. Putting away temptation, I guess.
You ain"t never going to impress me with nothing if you think you"re going to tell me tall tales and you ain"t never see the Tower at Charm. There ain"t nothing ought to be that big. It"s got to be five hundred feet tall and as black as a buzzard"s heart. I never seen nothing like it before and I don"t expect I ever will again.
We never went too close. Raven said there wasn"t no sense getting those people"s attention. d.a.m.ned straight. That was the heart of the empire, the home of the Lady and all those old evils called the Ten Who Were Taken.
I went off a few miles and kept my head down while Raven skulked around trying to find something out. I was perfectly happy to get rested up from all those hundreds of miles of riding.
He materialized out of a sunset that painted the horizon with end-of-the-world fires. He sat down across from me. "They"re not in the Tower. They stopped there for a couple weeks, but then they headed south again. She followed them."
I got to admit I groaned. I never was a whiner in all my soldiering days, but I never got put through anything like this, either. A man ain"t made for it.
"We"re gaining on them, Case. Fast. If they fool around in Opal like they did here we"ll have them." He gave me a fat smile. "You wanted to see the world."
"Not the whole d.a.m.ned thing in a week. I kind of counted on enjoying the seeing."
"We don"t get them turned around and headed toward the trouble, there might not be much d.a.m.ned world left."
"You going to take time out to look for your kids while we"re down there?" I wanted to see the sea. I wanted that since I was little. A traveling man come through and told us kids lies about about the Jewel Cities and the Sea of Torments. From then on I always thought about the sea when I was digging potatoes or pulling weeds. I pretended I was a sailor, holy-stoning a deck, but I was going to be a ship"s master someday.
What did I know?
More than the sea, now, I wanted to see Raven do right and get right with himself and his kids.
He gave me a funny look, then just ducked the question by not answering it.
We acc.u.mulated a fair a.r.s.enal here and there as we rode along. Just outside Opal we got a chance to show it off. Not that that done a lot of good.
This great big old hairy-a.s.s black iron coach come roaring out of the city and straight up the road at us, them horses looking like they was breathing fire. I never saw anything like it.
Raven had. "That"s the Lady"s! Stop it!" He whipped out a bow and strung it.
"The Lady"s coach? Stop it? Man, you"re crazy! You got guano for brains." I got my bow out, too.
Raven threw up a hand in a signal for them to halt. We tried to look stand-and-deliver, your money or your life. Mean.
Them coachmen never even slowed down. It was like they never even saw us. I ended up going a.s.s over appet.i.te into a ditch with about a foot of muck and water in it. When I got up I saw Raven had ended up in some blackberry bushes on the other side. "Arrogant b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!" he shouted after the coach.
"Yeah. Got no d.a.m.ned respect for a couple of honest highwaymen."
Raven looked at me and started laughing. I looked at him and went to laughing right back. After a minute, he said, "There wasn"t anybody inside that coach." He sounded puzzled.
"When did you have time to look?"
"I think I know what"s happening. Come on. We have to hurry. Catch your horse."
I caught her. She was too stupid to hold a grudge. But his kept leading him around, looking back like he was thinking, You ain"t going to pull that crazy s.h.i.t on me again, you son of a b.i.t.c.h. This game went on for a while. I finally stopped it by sneaking up on the beast from the other direction.
We blew about a half hour diddling around there.
The big black ship was about a half hour down the channel when we got to the waterfront. For a minute I thought Raven was going to chop that gelding of his into fish bait. But he just dismounted and stood there on the wharf, staring out to the sea. Whenever a local growled at us about being in the way he just gave them one of those looks that stilled the heart and quickened the feet.
He had it all back, whatever it was. Those weren"t soft guys, there on that waterfront.
The black ship faded into the haze out on the water. Raven shuddered his way back to the racket and fish smells. "Guess we"ll have to sell the horses and find a ship headed for Beryl."
"Hang on here, man. Enough is enough. Reasonable is reasonable. You figure on heading all the way to the end of the world? Look around here. This is Opal. Almost ever since I"ve known you I been hearing how you got to get back to Opal and find out about your kids. Look it! We"re here! Let"s do it."
The guy was my friend. But he had trouble hanging in. Before he was Raven he was Corbie, and before he was Corbie he was Raven. And sometime way back he was somebody else before he got to be Raven the first time. I don"t know who, but I know he was somebody high-cla.s.s and he came from Opal and he left two kids behind, twins, when he got on with Croaker and that bunch and headed north for the fighting in Forsberg.
He plain left those kids to the winds of fortune. He tortured himself because he didn"t know what happened to them, because he wasn"t s.h.i.t as a father. Me, I figured it was high time he got that all straightened out.
He thought about it a long time. He kept looking down the coast, eastward, like the answer might be there. What I saw when I looked that way was the homes of rich people on top of cliffs, overlooking the sea. I always kind of suspected he was one of them.
"Maybe when we come back through," he said, finally. "When we"re headed north again."
"Sure." Bulls.h.i.t.
He heard me thinking. He sort of shrank into himself. He did not look at me.
Best ship we could get for Beryl was on some kind of fat scow leaving in two days. I got sick just looking at it.
Raven got good and polluted that night even though I never said another word about his kids. I guess he heard me thinking. Or he heard himself, which is worse.
I got up early. Raven would be nursing a hangover all day. He was one of those old farts had to tell you all about how he never got one when he was young. I went off to look around.
I did all right. I never got lost. And the city had so many different kinds in it after a couple generations being part of the empire that almost everywhere I could find somebody who spoke one of the languages that I did.
It wasn"t a lot of fun rooting around in a friend"s past. I didn"t learn a whole lot, anyway. I couldn"t find hardly anybody who remembered anything, and what they did remember mostly sounded like it was fairy tale. Good stories always get bigger. But I think I got some sense out of all the nonsense.
A long time back a character named the Limper was the governor of the province that included Opal. The Limper was one of the original Ten Who Were Taken, the undead sorcerer-devils who were the Lady"s champions. They were called Taken because they had been great villains in their own right once, but they had been enslaved by a greater and darker power.
This one called the Limper was about as corrupt and rotten a governor as ever there was.
I knew the guy later. He had been up to the Barrowland for the last big battle, where he got his. All I can say is, there wasn"t no one anywhere in this wide world who shed a tear when he went down. Of all the Taken he was the craziest and nastiest.
Anyway, he was the boss in Opal and him and his cronies was gutting the province, stealing the coppers off dead men"s eyes. A certain Baronet Corvo, whose family had become allied with the empire when it first came into the area, went off on an a.s.signment somewhere. While he was gone his old lady got to messing around with the Limper"s gang. To the point where she helped rob the baronet"s family of most of its honors and t.i.tles and all its properties. She helped frame some uncles and cousins and brothers so they could be executed and their properties confiscated.
I couldn"t find out much about her. The marriage was arranged and there never was any love in it. I got the impression it was set up to end a feud that had been going on for a hundred years. It didn"t work.
She cleaned out and killed off Raven"s family. Then he killed her and her whole gang except for the Limper himself. Maybe he could have gotten everything back if he had wanted. The Limper never was in good with the Lady. But Raven found Darling, the White Rose, who became the Lady"s mortal enemy...
Not a bad job of finding out, if I do say so myself. Even if I couldn"t find out one thing about Raven"s kids. I only run into two people who remembered there was kids. They didn"t know what happened to them.