"That night you went chickens.h.i.t and run off to the river on us. I got to thinking about how you done that to me before. You ain"t going to pull it on me this time, Tully. You ain"t taking off with the spike and leaving old Smeds standing there with his thumb up his b.u.t.t."
Tully started protesting his innocence of having entertained any such thoughts. Smeds watched Timmy Locan throw sticks. He ignored Tully. After a while he watched Fish approach from the direction of the town. The old man was carrying something over his shoulder. Smeds couldn"t make out what it was. He hoped it was another of those dwarf deer like the old man had got a couple weeks back. That had been some good eating.
Timmy spotted Fish. He lost interest in his sticks, wandered over.
It wasn"t a deer Fish had, it was some kind of bundle that clanked when he dropped it in front of the log. He said, "Smell"s gone over there. Thought I"d poke around." He opened his bundle, which he had folded from a ragged blanket. "Those guys didn"t take time out to loot when they went through over there."
Smeds gaped. There were pounds and pounds of coins, some of them even gold. There were rings and bracelets and earrings and broaches and necklaces and some of them boasted jewels. He"d never seen so much wealth in one place.
Fish said, "There"s probably a lot more. I just picked up what was easy to find and quit when I had as much as I could carry."
Smeds looked at Tully. "And you wanted to cut out because the whole thing was a big bust."
Tully looked at the pile, awed. Then his expression became suspicious and Smeds knew he was wondering if Fish had hidden the best stuff where he could pick it up later. Typical Tully Stahl thinking, and stupid.
If Fish had wanted to hold out he would have just hidden the stuff and not said anything. n.o.body would have known the difference. n.o.body was interested in that town. n.o.body even wanted to think about what happened there.
"What"s this?" Fish asked, glancing from Tully to Smeds.
Smeds said, "He was whining about how the whole thing was a big d.a.m.ned bust and he was sick of it and wanted us to go home. But look here. Even if we don"t have no luck with the tree we made out like bandits. I could live pretty good for a good long time on a share of this."
Fish looked from Tully to Smeds and back again. He said, "I see." And maybe he did. That old man wasn"t anybody"s fool. He said, "Timmy, you got a good eye for this kind of thing. Why don"t you separate that out into equal lots?"
"Sure." Timmy sat down and ran his hands through the coins, laughing. "Anybody see anything he"s just got to have?"
n.o.body did.
Timmy was good. Not even Tully found any reason to complain about his divvying.
Fish said, "There"s bound to be more over there. Not to mention a lot of steel that could be cleaned up and wholesaled if we brought a wagon up and carried it back."
After they squirreled their shares, Tully and Old Man Fish headed back to town. Smeds didn"t want to go anywhere near the place but figured he had to go along to keep Tully honest. Timmy wouldn"t go at all. He was happy building up the woodpile.
Looting the town made for a ten-day full-time job, what with having to clean up all the weapons and some other large items of value and then bundling them protectively and hiding them for later recovery. They came up with enough money and jewelry and small whatnots to make a heavy load for each of them.
Even Tully seemed pleased and content. For the moment.
One night, though, he said, "You know what bugs me? How come n.o.body else in the whole d.a.m.ned city of Oar ever got the same idea I did? I"d have bet my b.a.l.l.s that after this long we"d be up to our a.s.ses in guys trying to glom on to that spike."
Old Man Fish grunted. "I"ve been wondering why no one"s come to see what happened to the garrison."
n.o.body had any ideas. The questions just sort of lay there like dead fish too ripe to be ignored and too big to shove out of the way.
Fish said, "I reckon it"s time we torched her and seen if she"s going to do it or not. That woodpile gets any bigger Timmy ain"t going to be able to throw them that high."
Smeds realized he was reluctant to take the next step. Tully didn"t seem too anxious, either. But Timmy had a grin on ear to ear. He was raring to go.
Tully leaned over and told Smeds, "Little dip did some torch work back in town. Likes to see things burn."
"We got a good day for it here," Fish said. "A nice breeze to whip up the fire. A hot, sunshiny day, which is when we know it"s asleep the deepest. All we have to do is look in our pants and see if we got some b.a.l.l.s, then go do it."
They looked at each other awhile. Finally, Smeds said, "All right," and got up. He collected the bundle of brush that would be his to throw. Fish and Timmy got theirs. Tully had to go along.
They lit the bundles off down in the bottom of the hole the monster dug, then jumped out and charged the mountain of sticks from the windward side. They heaved their bundles. Tully"s, thrown too far away, fell short, but that did not matter.
They ran like h.e.l.l, Smeds, Timmy, and Fish in straight lines, Tully zigging and zagging. The tree did not wake up before they"d all made the cover of the woods.
The fire had reached inferno proportions by then.
Random bolts of blue lightning flailed around. They did not come for long, though.
Smeds could feel the heat from where he crouched, watching. That was one b.i.t.c.h of a bonfire. But he was not impressed. What he was, mainly, was sad.
The fire burned the rest of the day. At midnight Timmy went to check it out and came back to say there was still a lot of live coals under the ash and he hadn"t been able to get near it.
Next morning they all went to look. Smeds was astounded. The tree still stood. Its trunk was charred and its leaves were gone, but it still stood, the silver spike glittering wickedly at eye level. And it did not protest their presence, no matter how close they got.
That was not close enough. There was a lot of heat in the ash still. They hauled water from the river and splashed down a path. Timmy Locan volunteered to take the pry bar and go pull the spike.
"I can"t believe it," Tully said as Timmy leaned on the bar and the tree didn"t do anything about it. "I can"t G.o.dd.a.m.ned believe it! We"re actually going to do it!"
Timmy grunted and strained and cussed and nothing happened. "This son of a b.i.t.c.h ain"t going to come! Oh!"
It popped loose. Timmy grabbed at it as it sailed past, grabbing it left-handed for a second.
Then he screamed and dropped it. "Oh, s.h.i.t, that b.a.s.t.a.r.d is hot." He came running, crying, and shoved his hand into the last bucket of water. His palm was mostly red and beginning to show patches of blister already.
Fish took a shovel and scooped the spike out of the ashes. "Look out, Timmy. I"m fixing to dump it in there."
"My hand..."
"Ain"t good to do a bad burn that way. You head back to camp. I got some salve there that"ll do you a whole lot better."
Timmy pulled his hand out. Fish dumped the spike. The water hissed and bubbled. Fish said, "You carry the bucket, Smeds."
Just as Tully said, "We better make tracks. I think its starting to wake up."
It was hard to tell against that sky, but it did look like there were tiny flecks of blue out on the ends of the smallest surviving twigs.
"The spike ain"t conducting heat into the heartwood anymore," Fish said. "Scat," he told the backs of a lot of pumping legs and flailing elbows.
Smeds looked back just before he plunged into the woods. Just as the tree cut loose with a wild, undirected discharge. The flash nearly blinded him. Ash flew in clouds. The pain and disappointment and...sorrow? ...of the tree touched him like a gentle, sad rain. He found tears streaking his face and guilt in his heart.
Old Man Fish puffed into camp one step ahead of Tully, who was embarra.s.sed because the old-timer had outrun him. Fish said, "We got a lot of daylight left. I suggest we get the h.e.l.l on the road. Timmy, let me look at that hand."
Smeds looked over Fish"s shoulder. Timmy"s hand looked awful. Fish didn"t like the look of it either. He stared at it, grunted, frowned, studied it, grunted again. "Salve won"t be good enough. I"m going to collect up some herbs for a poultice. Thing must have been hotter than I thought."
"Hurts like h.e.l.l," Timmy said, eyes still watery.
"Poultice will take care of that. Smeds. When you get that spike out of the bucket don"t touch it. Dump it on that old blanket. Then wrap it up. I don"t think anybody ought to touch it."
"Why the h.e.l.l not?" Tully asked.
"Because it burned Timmy badder than it should have. Because it"s a bad mojo thing and maybe we shouldn"t ought to take any chances."
Smeds did it the way Fish said, after the old man went hunting his herbs. After he dumped the bucket he moved the spike to a dry part of the blanket with a stick. "Hey! Tully! Check this. It"s still hot even after it was in that water." Pa.s.sing his hand above it he could feel the heat from a foot away.
Tully tried it. He looked troubled. "You better wrap it up good and tie it tight and put it right in the middle of your pack."
"Eh?" Tully didn"t want to carry it himself? Didn"t want it in his control every second? That was disturbing.
"You want to come give me a hand awhile here?" Tully asked. "I can"t never get this pack together by myself."
Smeds finished bundling the spike, went over, knowing from his tone Tully had something he wanted to whisper.
As they stuffed and rolled and tied, Tully murmured, "I decided not to do it on the way back. We"re still going to need them awhile. We"ll do it later, in the city sometime."
Smeds nodded, not saying he wasn"t going to do it at all, and was going to try his d.a.m.nedest to see that Fish and Timmy and he himself got fair shares of the payoff for the spike.
He had a good idea what was going on inside Tully"s head. Tully wasn"t going to be satisfied with the big hit they"d made already. Tully was thinking Fish and Timmy made good mules. They could haul their shares back. Once they got to town he could take them away.
Smeds had a suspicion Tully wasn"t going to be satisfied with a two-way split, either.
XX.
Our fire burned down till it wasn"t nothing but some patches of red. Once in a while a little flame would shoot up and prance around for a few seconds, then die. I stared up at the stars. Most were ones I"d known all my life, but they had moved to funny parts of the night. The constellations were all askew.
It was a good night for shooting stars. I"d spotted seven already.
"Uncomfortable?" Raven asked. He was watching the sky, too.
He startled me. He hadn"t said anything since back around lunchtime. We didn"t talk much anymore.
"Scared." I had lost track of time. I had no idea how far we"d come or where we were, except that it was one G.o.dd.a.m.ned long ways from home and down in the south.
"And wondering what the h.e.l.l you"re doing here, no doubt."
"No. I think I got a handle on that. My trouble is I don"t like having to sneak everywhere, like a thief. I might get treated like one."
I did not add that I did not like being in places where the only person who could understand me was him. If something happened to him... That was what scared me the most.
It was too awful to think about.
I said, "But it"s too late to turn back."
"Some say it"s never too late."
So he was thinking about his kids again, now he was plenty safe from the risk of actually having to deal with them. Also, maybe, he was having second thoughts about our ride into the unknown.
Opaque as they were to me, and maybe even to him, powerful emotions were driving him. They had Darling"s name hung all over them, though he never mentioned her. One monster of a guilt was perched on his shoulders, flapping and squawking and pecking at his eyes and ears. Somehow he was going to silence that beast by catching his pal Croaker and pa.s.sing the word about what happened in the Barrowland.
It didn"t make no sense to me. But people never do, a whole lot.
Maybe the determination was starting to wear thin. It was one thing to take off after a guy expecting to catch him in a few weeks and a few hundred miles and something else to be on the track still after months and months and thousands of miles. People aren"t built to take that without any letup. The road can blunt the most iron will.
He let the edges of it show when he said, "Croaker"s been gaining on us again. He doesn"t have to be as careful as we do. We have to speed it up somehow. Else we"re going to chase him all the way to the edge of the world and still never catch him."
h.e.l.l. He was talking to himself, not to me. Trying to find some enthusiasm he had misplaced somewhere back up the road. There wasn"t no way we were going to kick up the pace any. Not without giving up any thought of watching out for trouble from the people in the countries we were going through.
We were pushing so hard now we were killing ourselves slowly.
I glimpsed something off to the north. "There. Did you see that? That"s what I was telling you about the other day. Lightning from a clear sky."
He missed it. "Maybe it"s storming up there."
"Just keep an eye peeled."
We watched a series of flashes so dim their source had to be way over the horizon. Usually that kind of lightning lights up or silhouettes the tops of clouds.
"There isn"t one cloud," Raven said. "And we haven"t seen one for weeks. And I"d bet we won"t see any as long as we"re crossing this steppe." He watched another flash go. He shivered. "I don"t like it, Case. I don"t like it at all."
"Yeah? What"s up?"
"I don"t know. Not exactly. But I got that tingle again, that bad feeling I got in Oar, that set me off on this crusade."
"The thing from the Barrowland?"
He shrugged. "Maybe. But that wouldn"t make sense. If it was really who I thought it was, he ought to be busy taking over the empire and making himself safe from a few loose Taken who might still be hanging around."
I"d had some time now to do some thinking about what might have moved in the Barrowland and could have had so much impact on Raven. There was only one answer that fit, though it didn"t seem likely. They had burned his body and scattered the ashes. But they hadn"t been able to find his head.
"If it"s the Limper we really might have trouble. Nothing he ever did made a whole lot of sense. Not to us mortals. He was always crazy as a loon."
He gave me a surprised look, then a soft smile. "No sawdust between your ears, is there, kid? All right. Put those brains to work trying to figure out why even a crazy wizard would be chasing us around the world. On the thousand-to-one that really is him raising a fuss up there."
I laid back and started watching for shooting stars again. I counted six more, not really thinking about the Limper because that wasn"t an idea worth taking serious. Limper didn"t have no love for Raven, but he sure didn"t have a grudge big enough to go chasing him, neither. Crazy or not.
"Between a rock and a hard place." It sort of just slipped out.
"What?"
"Tighten up the buckles on your ego, brother Corvus. It ain"t us he"s after. If it"s him."
"Eh?" His eyes tightened up into a suspicious squint. That made his cold, hawkish face look more predatory than ever. I had to go use that family name.