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trusted is becoming questionable--there's nothing like having
someone try to kill you to take your mind off your problems.
I was in an ugly, one-story wood-frame building in South Adrilankha.
Whoever was trying to kill me was a better sorcerer than me. I was in
the cellar, squatting behind the remains of a brick wall, just fifteen
feet from the foot of the stairs. If I stuck my head out the door again, it
might well get blasted off. I intended to call for reinforcements just as
soon as I could. I also intended to teleport out of there just as soon as
I could. It didn't look like I'd be able to do either one any time soon.
But I was not helpless. At just such times as these, a witch may always
take comfort in his familiar. Mine is a jhereg--a small, poisonous
flying reptile whose mind is psychically linked to my own, and who is,
moreover, brave, loyal, trustworthy--
"If you think I'm going out there, boss, you're crazy."
Okay, next idea.
I raised as good a protection spell as I could (not very), then took a
brace of throwing knives from inside my cloak, my rapier from its
scabbard, and a deep breath from the clammy basement air. I leapt
out to my left, rolling, coming to my knee, throwing all three knives at
the same time (hitting nothing, of course; that wasn't the point), and
rolling again. I was now well out of the line of sight of the stairway--
both the source of the attack and the one path to freedom. Life, I've
found, is often like that. Loiosh flapped over and joined me.
Things sizzled in the air. Destructive things, but I think meant only to
let me know the sorcerer was still there. It wasn't like I'd forgotten. I
cleared my throat. "Can we negotiate?"
The masonry of the wall before me began to crumble away. I did a
quick counterspell and held myself answered.
"All right, Loiosh, any bright ideas?"
``Ask them to surrender, boss.''
"Them?"
'I saw three.''
``Ah. Well, any other ideas?''
"You've tried asking your secretary to send help?"
`I can't reach him.''
``How about Morrolan?''
'I tried already.''
"Aliera? Sethra?"
``The same.''
`I don't like that, boss. It's one thing for Kragar and Melestav to be
tied up, but--"
"I know."
``Could they be blocking psionics, as well as teleportation?''
``Hmmm. I hadn't thought of that. I wonder if it's pos-sib-- "Our chat
was interrupted by a rain of sharp objects, sorcerously sent around
the corner behind which I hid. I wished fervently that I were a better
sorcerer, but I managed a block, while letting Spellbreaker, eighteen
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inches of golden chain, slip down into my left hand. I felt myself
becoming angry.
"Careful, boss. Don't--"
"I know. Tell me something, Loiosh: Who are they? It can't be
Easterners, because they're using sorcery. It can't be the Empire,
because the Empire doesn't ambush people. It can't be the
Organization, because they don't do this clumsy, complicated
nonsense, they just kill you. So who is it?"
``Don't know, boss.''
"Maybe I'll take a longer look."
``Don't do anything foolish.''
I made a rude comment to that. I was seriously upset by this time, and
I was bloody well going to do something, stupid or not. I set
Spellbreaker spinning and hefted my blade. I felt my teeth grinding. I
sent up a prayer to Verra, the Demon-Goddess, and prepared to meet
my attackers.
Then something unusual happened.
My prayer was answered.
It wasn't like I'd never seen her before. I had once travelled several
thousand miles through supernatural horrors and the realm of dead
men just to bid her good-day. And, while my grandfather spoke of her
with reverence and awe, Dragaerans spoke of her and her ilk like I
spoke about my laundry. What I'm getting at is that there was never
any doubt about her real, corporeal existence; it's just that although it
was my habit to utter a short prayer to her before doing anything
especially dangerous or foolhardy, nothing like this had ever
happened before.
Well, I take that back. There might have been once when--no, it
couldn't have been. Never mind. Different story.
In any case, I found myself abruptly elsewhere, with no feeling of
having moved and none of the discomfort that we Easterners, that is,
humans, feel when teleporting. I was in a corridor of roughly the
dimensions of the dining hall of Castle Black. All of it white. Spotless.
The ceiling must have been a hundred feet above me, and the walls
were at least forty feet apart, with white pillars in front of them,
perhaps twenty feet between each. Perhaps. It may be that my senses
were confused by the pure whiteness of everything. Or it may be that
everything reported by my senses was meaningless in that place.
There was no end to the hallway in either direction. The air was
slightly cool, but not uncomfortable. There was no sound except my
own breathing, and that peculiar sensation you have when you don't
know whether you're hearing your heart beat or feeling it.
Loiosh was stunned into silence. This does not happen every day.
My first reaction, in the initial seconds after my arrival, was that I was
the victim of a massive illusion perpetrated by those who had been
trying to kill me. But that didn't really hold up, because, if they could
do that, they could have shined me, which they clearly wanted to do.
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I noticed a black cat at my feet, looking up at me. It meowed, then
began walking purposefully down the hall in the direction I was
facing. All right, so maybe I'm nuts, but it seems to me that if you're in
big trouble, and you pray to your goddess, and then suddenly you're
someplace you've never been before, and there's a black cat in front of
you and it starts walking, you follow it.
I followed it. My footsteps echoed very loudly, which was oddly
reassuring.
I sheathed my rapier as I walked, because the Demon Goddess might
take it amiss. The hall continued straight, and the far end was
obscured in a fine mist that gave way before me. It was probably
illusory. The cat stayed right at the edge of it, almost disappearing
into it.
Loiosh said, "Boss, are we about to meet her?"
I said, ' 'It seems likely.''
"Oh."
"You've met before--''
"I remember, boss.''
The cat actually vanished into the mists, which now remained in
place. Another ten or so paces and I could no longer see the walls. The
air was suddenly colder and felt a great deal like the basement I'd just
escaped. Doors appeared, caught in the act of opening, very slowly,
theatrically. They were twice my height and had carvings on them,
white on white. It seemed a bit, well, silly to be having both of those
doors ponderously open themselves to a width several times what I
needed. It also left me not knowing whether to wait until they finished
opening or to go inside as soon as I could. I stood there, feeling
ridiculous, until I could see. More mist. I sighed, shrugged, and
passed within.
It would be hard to consider the place a room--it was more like a
courtyard with a floor and a ceiling. Ten or fifteen minutes had fallen
behind me since I'd arrived at that place. Loiosh said nothing, but I
could feel his tension from the grip of his talons on my shoulder.
She was seated on a white throne set on a pedestal, and she was as I
remembered her, only more so. Very tall, a face that was somehow
indefinably alien, yet hard to look at long enough to really get the
details. Each finger had an extra joint on it. Her gown was white, her
skin and hair very dark. She seemed to be the only thing in the room,
and perhaps she was.
She stood as I approached, then came down from the pedestal. I
stopped perhaps ten feet away from her, unsure what sort of
obeisances to make, if any. She didn't appear to mind, however. Her
voice was low and even, and faintly melodic, and seemed to contain a
hint of its own echo. She said, "You called to me."
I cleared my throat. "I was in trouble."
"Yes. It has been some time since we've seen each other."
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"Yes." I cleared my throat again. Loiosh was silent. Was I supposed to
say, "So how's it been going?" What does one say to one's patron
deity?
She said, "Come with me," and led me out through the mist. We
stepped into a smaller room, all dark browns, where the chairs were
comfortable and there was a fire crackling away and spitting at the
hearth. I allowed her to sit first, then we sat like two old friends
reminiscing on battles and bottles past. She said, "There is something
you could do for me."
"Ah," I said. "That explains it."
"Explains what?"
"I couldn't figure out why a group of sorcerers would be suddenly
attacking me in a basement in South Adrilankha."
"And now you think you know?"
"I have an idea."
"What were you doing in this basement?"
I wondered briefly just how much of one's personal life one ought to
discuss with one's god, then I said, "It has to do with marital
problems." A look of something like amusement flicked over her
features, followed by one of inquiry. I said, "My wife has gotten it into
her head to join this group of peasant rebels--"
"I know."
I almost asked how, but swallowed it. "Yes. Well, it's complicated, but
I ended up, a few weeks ago, purchasing the Organization interests in
South Adrilankha--where the humans live."
"Yes."
"I've been trying to clean it up. You know, cut down on the ugliest
sorts of things while still leaving it profitable."
"This does not sound easy."
I shrugged. "It keeps me out of trouble."
"Does it?"
"Well, perhaps not entirely."
"But," she prompted, "the basement?"
"I was looking into that house as a possible office for that area. It was
spur-of-the-moment, really; I saw the `For Rent' sign as I was walking
by on other business--"
``Without bodyguards?''
"My other business was seeing my grandfather. I don't take
bodyguards everywhere I go." This was true; I felt that as long as my
movements didn't become predictable, I should be safe.
"Perhaps this was a mistake."
"Maybe. But you didn't actually have them kill me, just frighten me."
"So you think I arranged it?"
"Yes."
"Why would I do such a thing?"
"Well, according to some of my sources, you are unable to bring
mortals to you or speak with them directly unless they call to you."
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"You don't seem angry about it."
"Anger would be futile, wouldn't it?"
"Well, yes, but aren't you accustomed to futile anger?"
I felt something like a dry chuckle attempt to escape my throat. I
suppressed it and said, "I'm working on that."
She nodded, fixing me with eyes that I suddenly noticed were pale
yellow. Very strange. I stared back.
"You know, boss, I'm not sure I like her. "
"Yeah."
"So," I said, "now that you've got me, what do you want?"
"Only what you do best," she said with a small smile.
I considered this. "You want someone killed?" I'm not normally this
direct, but I still wasn't sure how to speak to the goddess. I said, "I,
uh, charge extra for gods."
The smile remained fixed on her face. "Don't worry," she said. "I don't
want you to kill a god. Only a king."
"Oh, well," I said. "No problem, then."
"Good."
I said, "Goddess--"
"Naturally, you will be paid."
"Goddess--"
"You will have to do without some of your usual resources, I'm afraid,
but--"
"Goddess."
"Yes?"
"How did you come to be called 'Demon Goddess,' anyway?"
She smiled at me, but gave no other answer.
"So tell me about the job."
"There is an island to the west of the Empire. It is called Greenaere."
"I know of it. Between Northport and Elde, right?"
"That is correct. There are, perhaps, four hundred thousand people
living there. Many are fishermen. There are also orchards of fruit for
trade to the mainland, and there is some supply of gemstones, which
they also trade."
"Are there Dragaerans?"
"Yes. But they are not imperial subjects. They have no House, so none
of them have a link to the Orb. They have a King. It is necessary that
he die."
"Why don't you just kill him, then?"
"I have no means of appearing there. The entire island is protected
from sorcery, and this protection also prevents me from manifesting
myself there."
"Why?"
"You don't have to know."
"Oh."
"And remember that, while you're there, you will be unable to call
upon your link to the Orb."
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"Why is that?"
"You don't need to know."
"I see. Well, I rarely use sorcery in any case."
"I know. That is one reason I want you to do this. Will you?"
I was briefly tempted to ask why, but that was none of my business.
Speaking of business, however--"What's the offer?"
I admit I said this with a touch of irony. I mean, what was I going to do
if she didn't want to pay me? Refuse the job? But she said, "What do
you usually get?"
"I've never assassinated a King before. Let's call it ten thousand
Imperials."
"There are other things I could do for you instead."
"No, thanks. I've heard too many stories about people getting what
they wish for. The money will be fine."
"Very well. So you will do it?"
"Sure," I said. "I've got nothing pressing going on just at the moment."
"Good," said the Demon Goddess.
"Is there anything I should know?"
"The King's name is Haro."
"You want him non-revivifiable, I assume?"
"They have no link to the Orb."
"Ah. So that shouldn't be a problem. Ummrh, Goddess?"
"Yes?"
"Why me?"
"Why, Vlad," she said, and it was odd to have her call me by my first
name. "It is your profession, is it not?"
I sighed. "And here I'd been thinking of getting out of the business."
"Perhaps," she said, "not quite yet." She smiled into my eyes, and her
eyes seemed to spin, and then I was once more in the same basement
in South Adrilankha. I waited, but there was no sound. I poked my
head out quickly, then for a longer time, then I stepped over, picked
up my three throwing knives, and walked up the stairs and out of the
house. I saw no sign of anyone.
"Melestav? I told you to send Kragar in."
"I already did, boss."
"Then where--? Never mind. " "Say, Kragar."
"Hmmm?"
"I'm being called out of town for a while."
"How long?"
"Not sure. A week or two, anyway."
"All right. I can take care of things here."
"Good. And keep tabs on our old friend, Herth."
"Think he might decide to take a shot at you?"
"What do you think?"
"It's possible."
"Right. And I need a teleport for tomorrow afternoon."
"Where to?"
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"Northport."
"What's up?"
"Nothing special. I'll tell you about it when I get back."
"I'll just wait to hear who dies in Northport."
"Funny. Actually, though, it isn't Northport, it's Greenaere. What do
you know about it?"
"Not much. An island kingdom, not part of the Empire."
"Right. Find out what you can."
"All right. What sorts of things?"
"Size, location of the capital city that kind of stuff. Maps would be
good, both of the island and of the capital city.''
"That shouldn't take long. I'll have it by this evening."
"Good. And I don't want anyone to know you're after the information.
This job might cause a stir and I don't want to be attached to it."
"Okay. What about South Adrilankha?"
"What about it?"
"Any special instructions?"
"No. You know what I've been doing; keep it going. No need to rush
anything." "Okay. Good luck." "Thanks."
I climbed the stairs to my flat slowly, unaccountably feeling like an old
man. Loiosh flew over and began necking (quite literally) with his
mate, Rocza. Cawti was wearing green today, with a red scarf around
her neck that highlighted the few, almost invisible freckles on her
nose. Her long brown hair was down and only haphazardly brushed,
an effect I rather like. She put down her book, one of Paarfi's
"histories," and greeted me without coolness, but without the
pretense of great warmth, either. "How was your day?" I asked her.
"All right," she said. What could she say? I wasn't terribly interested
in the details of her activities with Kelly and his band of rebels, or
nuts, or whatever they were. She said, "Yours?"
"Interesting. I saw Noish-pa."
She smiled for the first time. If we had anything at all in common at
that point, it was our love for my grandfather. "What did he say?"
"He's worried about us."
"He believes in family."
"So do I. It's inherited, I suspect."
She smiled again. I could die for that smile. "We should speak to
Aliera. Perhaps she's isolated the gene." Then the smile was gone,
leaving me looking at the lips that had held it. I looked into her eyes. I
always used to look into her eyes when we made love. The moment
stretched, and I looked away, sat down facing her. I said, "What are
we going to do?" My voice was almost a whisper; you'd never know we
had already had this conversation, in various forms, several times.
"I don't know, Vladimir. I do love you, but there's so much between us
now."
"I could leave the Organization," I said. This wasn't the first time I'd
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said that.
"Not until and unless you want to for your own reasons, not because I
disapprove." It wasn't the first time she'd said that, either. It was
ironic, too; she'd once been part of one of the most feared teams of
assassins ever to haunt the alleys of Adrilankha.
We were silent for a while, while I tried to decide how to tell her about
the rest of the day's events. Finally I said, "I'm going to be leaving for
a while."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. A job. Out of town. Across the great salt sea. Out past the
horizon. To sail beyond the--"
"When will you be back?"
"I'm not sure. Not more than a week or two, I hope."
"Write when you find work," she said.
Lesson Two
TRANSPORTATION
I can't tell you much about Northport (which ought to have been
called Westport, but never mind) because I didn't really see it. I saw
the area near the waterfront, which compared pretty poorly to the
waterfront of Adrilankha. It was dirtier and emptier, with fewer inns
and more derelicts. It occurred to me in the first few minutes, before
I'd even recovered from the teleport that this was because Adrilankha
was still a busy port, whereas Northport had never recovered from
Adron's Disaster and the Interregnum.
Yet there were, once or twice a day, ships that left for Elde or
returned from there, as well as a few that went up and down the coast.
Of the ships leaving for Elde, many stopped at Greenaere, which was
more or less on the way, taking tides and winds into account.
(Personally I knew nothing about tides or winds, but as I also knew
almost nothing about where these islands could be found, I had no
trouble believing what I was told.)
In any case, I located a ship in less than an hour and had only a few
hours' wait. I had arrived in the early afternoon. We weighed anchor
just before dusk.
I sometimes wonder if sailors don't get lessons in how to do strange
and confusing things, just to impress the rest of us. There were ten of
them, pulling on ropes, tying things, untying things, setting boxes
down, and striding purposefully along the deck. The captain
introduced herself as Baroness Mul-something-or-other-inics, but the
name I caught was Trice, when they didn't call her "Captain." She was
stocky for a Dragaeran, with a pinched-in face and an agitated
manner. The only other officer was named Yinta, who had a long nose
over a wide mouth and always looked like she was half asleep.
The captain welcomed me aboard with no great enthusiasm and a
gentle request to "keep your arse out of our way, okay, Whiskers?"
Loiosh, riding on my shoulder, generated more interest but no
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comments. Just as well. The ship was one of those called a "skip";
intended, I'm told, for short ocean jaunts. She was about sixty feet
long, and had one mast with two square sails, one with a little
triangular sail in front, and a third holding a slightly larger square
one in back. I settled down on the deck between a couple of large
barrels that smelled of wine. The wind made nice snapping sounds on
the sails as they were secured, at which time some ropes were undone
and we were pushed away from the dock by a couple of shore hands
wielding poles I couldn't have lifted. Shore hands, crew, and officers
were all of the House of the Orca. The mast held a flag which showed
an orca and a spear and what looked like the tower of a castle or fort.
Before leaving, I had been given a charm against seasickness. I
touched it now and was glad it was there. The boat went up and down,
although, frankly, not as much as I'd been afraid it would.
"I've never been on one of these before, Loiosh. "
"Me, neither, boss. Looks like fun. "
"I hope so.''
' 'Better than basements in South Adrilankha.''
"I hope so. ''
In the setting sun, I saw the edge of the harbor. There was more
activity among the sailors, and then we were in the open sea. I
touched the charm again, wondering if I'd be able to sleep. I made
myself as comfortable as I could and tried to think cheery thoughts.
When I think of the House of the Orca, I mostly think of the younger
ones, say a hundred or a hundred and fifty years old, and mostly
male. When I was young I'd run into groups of them, hanging around
near my father's restaurant being tough and annoying passersby;
especially Easterners and especially me. I'd always wondered why it
was Orca who did that. Was it just that they spent so much time alone
while their family was out on the seas? Had it something to do with
the orca itself, swimming around, often in packs, killing anything
smaller than itself? Now I know: It was because they ate so much
salted kethna.
Please understand, I don't dislike salted kethna. It's tough and rather
plain, yes, but not inherently unpleasant. But as I sat in my little box
on the Chorba 's Pride, huddled against the cold morning breeze, and
was handed a couple of slabs with a piece of flatbread and a cup of
water, I realized that they must eat a great deal of it, and that, well,
this could do things to a person. It isn't their fault.
The wind was in my face the next morning as I looked forward,
making me wonder how the winds could propel the ship, but I didn't
ask. No one seemed especially friendly. I shared the salted kethna
with Loiosh, who liked it more than I did. I didn't think about what I
was going to do, because there would be no point in doing so. I didn't
know enough yet, and empty speculation can lead to preconceptions,
which can lead to errors. Instead I studied the water, which was
green, and listened to the waves lapping on the sides of the ship and to
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the conversation of the sailors around me. They swore more than
Dragons, although with less imagination.
The man who'd delivered the food stood next to me, staring out into
the sea, chewing on his own. I was the last to be fed, apparently. I
studied his face. It was old and wrinkled, with eyes very deep set and
light blue, which is unusual in a Dragaeran of any kind. He studied
the sea with a detached interest, as if communing with it.
I said, "Thanks for the food." He grunted, his eyes not leaving the sea.
I said, "Looking for something in particular?"
"No," he said in the clipped accent of the eastern regions of the
Empire, making it sound like "new."
There is, indeed, a steady rocking motion to a ship, not unlike my own
experience with horses (which I won't detail, if it's all the same to
you). But, within the steady motion, no two actions of the ship are
precisely the same. I studied the ocean with my companion for a while
and said, "It never stops, does it?"
He looked at me for the first time, but I couldn't read his expression.
He turned back to the sea and said, "No, she never stops. She's always
the same, and she's always moving. I never get tired of watching her."
He nodded to me and moved back toward the rear of the ship. The
stern, they call it.
Off to the left, the side I was on, a pair of orca surfaced for a moment,
then dived. I kept watching, and it happened again, somewhat closer,
then yet a third time. They were sleek and graceful; proud. They were
very beautiful.
"Yes, they are," said Yinta, appearing next to me.
I turned and looked at her. "What?"
"They are, indeed, beautiful."
I hadn't realized I'd spoken aloud. I nodded and turned back toward
the sea, but they didn't reappear.
Yinta said, "Those were shorttails. Did you notice the white splotches
on their backs? When they're young they
tend to travel in pairs. Later they'll gather into larger groups."
"Their tails didn't seem especially short," I remarked.
"They weren't. They were both females; the males have shorter tails."
"Why is that?"
She frowned. "It's the way they are."
There were gulls above us, many flying low over the water. I'd been
told that this meant we were near land, but I couldn't see any. There
were few other signs of life. Such a large body of water, and we were
so alone there. The sails were full and made little sound, save for
creaking of the boom every now and then in response to a slight turn
of ship or wind. Earlier, they had made snapping sounds as the wind
changed its mind more quickly about where it wanted us to go and
how fast it wanted us to get there. During the night I had become used
to the motion of the ship, so now I hardly noticed it.
Greenaere was somewhere ahead. Something like two hundred
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thousand Dragaerans lived there. It was an island about a hundred
and ten miles long, and perhaps thirty miles wide, looking on my map
like a banana, with a crooked stem on the near side. The port was
located where the stem joined the fruit. The major city, holding
maybe a tenth of the population, was about twelve miles inland from
the stem. Twelve miles; about half a day's walk, or, according to the
notes Kragar had furnished, fifteen hours aboard a pole raft.
The wind changed, sending the boom creaking ponderously over my
head. The captain lay on her back, hands behind her head, smoking a
short pipe with a sort of umbrella over the top of it, I suppose to keep
the spray out. The change in wind direction brought me the brief
aroma of burning tobacco, out of place with the sea smells I was now
used to. Yinta leaned against the railing.
"You were born to this, weren't you?" I said.
She turned and studied me. Her eyes were grey. "Yes," she said at last.
"I was."
"Going to have your own ship, one of these days?"
"Yes."
I turned back to the sea. It seemed smooth, the green waves painted
against the orange-red Dragaeran horizon. I understood seascapes. I
looked back for the first time, but, of course, the mainland had long
since passed from sight.
"Not one of these, though," said Yinta.
I turned back, but she was looking past me, at the endless sea.
"What?"
"I won't be captain of one of these. Not a little trading boat."
"What, then?"
"There are stories of whole lands beyond the sea. Or beneath them,
some say. Beyond the Maelstrom, where no ships pass. Except that,
maybe, some do. The whirlpools aren't constant, you know. And there
is always talk of ways around them, even though we have charts that
show only the Grey Rocks on one side, and the Spindrift Lands on the
other. But there is talk of other ways, of exploring Spindrift and
launching a ship from there. Of places that can be reached, where
people speak strange languages and have magics of which we've never
heard, where even the Orb is powerless."
I said, "I've heard the Orb is powerless in Greenaere."
She shrugged, as if this interested her not at all; nothing as
commonplace as Greenaere mattered. Her hair was short and brown
and curled tightly, although less so as it became wet in the spray. Her
wide Orca face was weathered, so she seemed older than she probably
was. The wind changed again, followed by ringing of bells that were
tied high on what they called the head stay. I'd asked what that was for
just before the boom hit me in the back. Funny people, Orca. This
time I ducked, while someone said something about tightening the
toesail, or perhaps tying it; I couldn't hear clearly over the creaking of
the masts and the splashing of the waves.
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I said, "So you'd like to take a ship through this Maelstrom, to see
what's on the other side?"
She nodded absently, then grinned suddenly. "To tell you the truth,
Easterner, what I'd really like to do is design a ship that can stand up
to it. My great-great-uncle was a shipwright. He designed the steerage
system for the Luck of the South Wind, and served on her before the
Interregnum. He was aboard her when the breakwaves hit."
I nodded as if I'd heard of the ship and the "breakwaves." I said,
"Have you married?"
"No. Never wanted to. You?"
"Yes."
"Mmmm," she said. "Like it?"
"Sometimes more than other times."
She chuckled knowingly, although I doubt she did know. "Tell me
something: Just what are you going to Greenaere for?"
"Business."
"What sort of business has us delivering you as cargo?"
"Does the whole crew know about that?"
"No."
"Good."
"So what sort of business is it?"
"I'd rather not say, if you don't mind."
She shrugged. "Suit yourself. You've paid for our silence; we have no
reason to report every passenger to the Empire, and certainly not to
the islanders."
I didn't make an answer to this. We spoke no more just then. Currents
and hours rolled beneath us. I ate more salted kethna, fed Loiosh, and
slept as night collapsed the sea into a small lake which fed waves to
the bow of Chor-ba's Pride, who excreted a narrow wake from her
stern.
Around noon of the following day we spotted land, followed by a few
scraggly masts from the cove that was our
destination. The sky seemed high and very bright, with more red
showing, and it was warm and pleasant. The captain, Trice, was
sitting up in what I'd learned was called the fly bridge. Yinta was
leaning casually against a bulwark near the bow, shouting obscure
information back to the captain, who relayed orders to those of the
crew who were piloting the thing, or rigging lines, or whatever they
were doing.
During a pause in the yelling, I made my way up to Yinta and followed
her gaze. "It doesn't look much like the stem of a banana," I
remarked.
"What?"
"Never mind."
The captain yelled, "Get a sound," which command Yinta relayed to a
dark, stooped sailor, who scurried off to do something or other.
Greenaere, whose tip I could see quite well now, seemed to be made of
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dark grey rock.
I said, "It looks like we're going to miss her." Yinta didn't deign to
answer. She relayed some numbers from the sailor to the captain.
More commands were given, and, with a creaking of booms as the
foresail shifted, we swung directly toward the island, only to continue
past until it looked like we'd miss it the other way. It seemed a hell of
an inefficient way to travel, but I kept my mouth shut.
"You know, boss, this could get to be fun. "
"I was thinking the same thing. But Id get tired of it, I think, sooner or
later. "
``Probably. Not enough death.''
That rankled a bit. I wondered if there was some truth in it. I could
see features of the island now, a few trees and a swath of green behind
them that might have been farmland. A place that small, I supposed
land would be at a premium.
"A whole island ofTeckla," said Loiosh.
"If you want to look at it that way."
"They have no Houses."
"So maybe they're all Jhereg."
That earned a psionic chuckle.
An odd sense of peace began to settle over me that I couldn't figure
out. No, not peace, more like quiet--as if a noise that I'd been hearing
so constantly I'd come to ignore it had suddenly stopped. I wondered
about it, but I had no time to figure it out just then--I had to stay alert
to what was going on around me.
There was an abrupt lessening of the wave action on the ship, and we
were enclosed in a very large cove. I had seen the masts of larger
ships; now I saw the ships themselves--ships too large to pull up to
the piers that stuck out from the strip we approached. Closer in, there
were many smaller boats, and I thought to myself, escape route. In
another minute I was able to make out flashes of color from one pier,
flashes that came in a peculiar order, as if signals were being given. I
looked behind me and saw Yinta now next to the captain on the fly
bridge, waving yellow and red flags toward the pier.
The wind was still strong, and the sailors were quite busy taking in
sails and loosening large coils of rope. I moved toward the back and
wedged myself between the cartons where I'd started the journey.
"All right, Loiosh. Take off, and stay out of trouble until I get there.''
"You stay out of trouble, boss; no one's going to notice me. " He flew
off, and I waited. I saw little of the happenings on the ship, and only
heard the sounds of increased activity, until at last the sails seemed to
collapse into themselves. This was followed almost at once by a hard
thump, and I knew we had arrived.
Everyone was still busy. Ropes were secured, sails were brought in,
and crates and boxes were manhandled onto the dock. At one point,
there were several workmen on board at the same time, their backs to
me. I went below with Yinta, who pointed to an empty crate.
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"I'm going to hate this," I said.
"And you're paying for the privilege," she said.
I fitted myself in as best I could. I'd done something like this once
before, sneaking into an Athyra's castle in a barrel of wine, but I
expected this to be of shorter duration. It was uncomfortable, but not
too bad except for the angle at which my neck was bent.
Yinta nailed in the top, then left me alone for what seemed to be much
longer than it should have been; long enough for me to consider
panicking, but then the crate and I were picked up. As they carried
me, I was tempted to shout at them to try to take it easy, since each
step made a bruise in a new portion of my anatomy.
"/ see you, boss. They're carrying you down the dock now, to a wagon.
You've got about three hundred yards of pier . . . okay, here's the
wagon. "
They weren't gentle. I kept the curses to myself.
"Okay, boss. Everything looks good. Wait until they finish loading it.''
I'll skip most of this, okay? I waited, and they hauled me away and
unloaded me in what Loiosh said was one of a row of sheds a few
hundred feet from the dock. I sat in there for a couple of hours, until
Loiosh told me that everyone seemed to have left, then I smashed my
way out; which is easier to say than it was to do. The door to the shed
was not locked, however, so once my legs worked, it was no problem
to leave the shed.
It was still daylight, but not by much. Loiosh landed on my shoulder.
"This way, boss. I've found a place to hide until nightfall.''
"Lead on," I said, and he did, and soon I was settled in a ditch in a
maize field, surrounded by a copse of trees. No one had noticed me
coming in. Getting out, I suspected, was going to be more difficult.
This particular bit of island was heavily farmed; very heavily
compared to Dragaera. I wasn't used to a road that cut through
farmland as if there were no other place for it to run. I wanted to be
off the main road, too, so I wouldn't
be so conspicuous, which left me walking parallel to the road about
half a mile from it, through fields of brown dirt with little shoots of
something or other poking out of them and feeding various sorts of
birdlife. Loiosh chased a few of the birds just for fun. The houses were
small huts built with dark green clapboard. The roofs seemed to be
made of long shoots that went from the ground on one side to the
ground on the other. They didn't look as if they would keep the rain
out, but I didn't examine them closely. The land itself consisted of
gentle slopes; I was always going either uphill or down, but never very
much. The terrain made travel slow, and it was more tiring than I'd
have thought, but I was in no hurry so I rested fairly often. The breeze
from the ocean was at my back, a bit cold, a bit tangy; not unpleasant.
A few trees began to appear on both sides of the road; trees with odd
off-white bark, high branches, and almost round leaves. They grew
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more frequent and were joined by occasional samples of more
familiar oak and rednut, until I was walking in woods rather than
farmlands. I wondered if this area would be cleared someday, when
the islanders needed more land. Would they ever? How much farming
did they do, compared to fishing? Who cared? I kept walking,
checking my map every now and then just to make sure.
We stayed to the side as we walked. We caught glimpses of travelers
on the road, mostly on foot, a few riding on ox-drawn wagons with
wheels with square bracing. Birds sang tunes I'd never heard before.
The sky above was the same continuous overcast of the Empire, but it
seemed higher, as it were, and it looked like there could be times here
when the sky was clear, as it was in the East.
It was late afternoon when another road joined the one we paralleled.
I found the road on the map, which told me the city was near, and the
map was right. It wasn't much of a city by Dragaeran standards, and
was quite strange by Eastern standards. There were patches of cottage
and there: structures made of canvas on wooden frames, or even
stone frames, which seemed very odd; and a couple of structures,
open on two sides with tables in front of them, that could be places of
worship or something else entirely. I never did find out. It looked like
the sort of town that would be empty at night. Maybe it was; now was
not the time to check. There weren't many people near us, in any case.
I hid in a garbage pit while Loiosh flew around and found me a better
hiding place, and a safe path to it. Loiosh did some more exploring,
and found one grey stone building, three stories high, set back from
the road and surrounded by a small garden. There were no walls
around the garden, and a path of stones and shells of various bright
colors led to the unimposing doorway. It matched the location of the
Palace, and the description we'd been given for it. There you have it.
Lesson Three
THE PERFECT ASSASSINATION
THERE ARE MILLIONS of ways for people to die, if you number each
vital organ, each way it can fail, all of the poisons from the earth and
the sea which can cause these failures, all the diseases to which a
man, Dragaeran or human, is subject, all the animals, all the tricks of
nature, all the mischances from daily life, and all the ways of killing
on purpose. In fact, looked at this way, it is odd that an assassin is
ever called upon, or that anyone lives long enough to accomplish
anything. Yet the Dragaerans, who expect to live two thousand years
or more, generally do not die until their bodies fail, weak with age,
just as we do, though not quite so soon.
But never mind that. I had taken the task of seeing to it that a
particular person died, and that meant that I couldn't just take the
chance of him choking on a fish bone, I had to make sure he died. All
right. There are thousands of ways to kill a man deliberately, if you
number each sorcery spell, each means of dispensing every poison,
each curse a witch can throw, each means of arranging an accidental
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death, each blow from every sort of weapon.
I've never made a serious study of poisons, accidents-are complicated
and tricky to arrange, sorcery is too easy to defend against, and the
arts of the witch are unpredictable at best, so let us limit discussion to
means of killing by the blade. There are still hundreds of possibilities,
some easier but less reliable, some certain but difficult to arrange.
For example, cutting someone's throat is relatively easy, and certainly
fatal, but it will be some seconds before the individual goes into
shock. Are you certain he isn't a sorcerer skilled enough to heal
himself? Getting the heart will actually produce shock more quickly,
but it is harder to hit, with all those ribs in the way.
There are other complications, too: such as, does he have friends who
could revivify him? If so, do you want to allow this, or do you have to
make sure the wound is not only fatal but impossible to repair after
death? If so, you probably want to destroy his brain, or at least his
spine. Of course, you can do this after your victim is dead or helpless,
but those few seconds can make the difference between getting away
and being spotted. As long as the Empire is so fussy about under what
circumstances one is allowed to do away with another, not being
spotted will remain an important consideration. You do the job, then
you get away from there, ideally without teleporting, because you're
helpless during the two or three seconds while the teleport is taking
place, and you can be not only identified but even traced if you get
really unlucky.
So the key is to make sure all the factors are on your side: You know
your victim's routine, you have the weapon ready, and you know
exactly where you're going to do it and where you're going to go and
how you're going to dispose of the murder weapon after you're done.
You'll notice that these methods have little in common with
wandering into a strange kingdom, with no knowledge of the culture
or the physical layout, and trying to kill someone whose features you
don't even know, much less what sort of physical, magical, or divine
protection he might have.
It was still fully night, and the darkness here was considerably darker
than in Adrilankha, where there were always a few lights spilling out
onto the street from inn doors or the higher windows of flats, or the
lanterns of the Phoenix Guards as they made their rounds. In the East
there might be a few stars--twinkling points of light that can't be seen
in the Empire because they are higher than the orange-red overcast.
But here, nothing, save for the tiniest sparkles that came from
curtained windows high in the Palace, and a thin line from the
doorway in the front. We waited there, at the edge of the city, for
several long, dull hours. Four Dragaerans left the building, all holding
lanterns, and one arrived. The light on the third story of the Palace
went out, and we waited another hour. I wondered what time it was,
but dared not do anything even as simple as reaching out to the Orb.
We returned to our hiding place before dawn. I spent most of the day
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sleeping, while Loiosh made sure I wasn't disturbed, scrounged for
food to supplement the salted kethna, and observed the Palace and
the city for me. Yes, the town was pretty much deserted at night.
After dark had fallen, I went in to town and got a better picture of the
Palace and looked for guards. There weren't any that I could see. I
checked the place over for windows, found a few, and then looked for
various possible escape routes. This was starting to look like it might
be easier than I had thought, but I know better than to get cocky.
The next night I moved into town once more, this time to sneak into
the Palace so I could get the layout of the place. I sent Loiosh to look
around the building once, just in case there was something interesting
that he could hear or see. He returned and reported no open windows
with rope ladders descending, no large doors with signs saying,
"Assassins enter here," and no guards. He took his place on my
shoulder and I stepped up to the door. I'm used to casting a small and
easy spell at such times, to see if there is any protection on the door,
but Verra had said it wouldn't work, and for all I knew it might even
alert someone.
This was the first time I'd ever gone into someone s house in order to
kill him. In the Organization you don't do that. But this guy wasn't in
the Organization. Come to think of it, this was also the first time I'd
shined someone who wasn't one of us. It felt, all in all, distinctly odd. I
gently pulled on the doors. They weren't locked. They groaned quietly,
but didn't squeak. It was completely dark inside, too. I risked half a
step forward, didn't stumble across anything, and carefully shut the
door behind me. It felt like a large room, though by what sense I knew
that I couldn't say.
"Loiosh, this whole job stinks."
"Right, boss."
``Is there anyone in the room?''
"No. "
"I'm going to risk some light."
"Good."
I took a six-inch length of lightrope from my cloak and set it twirling
slowly. Even that dim light was painful for a moment, as it lit up about
a seven-foot area. I set it going a little faster and saw that the room
wasn't as big as I'd thought at first. It looked more like the entry room
of a well-to-do merchant than a royal household. There were hooks on
the wall for hanging coats, and even a place by the door with a couple
of pairs of boots, for the love of demons. I kept looking, and saw a
single exit, straight ahead of me. I slowed the lightrope and went
through the doorway.
I had the feeling that, in normal daylight, this place wouldn't have
been at all frightening, but it wasn't daylight, and I wasn't familiar
with it, and half-forgotten fragments of the Paths of the Dead came
back to haunt me as I gradually increased the speed of the lightrope.
"Can this place really be as undefended as it seems, boss?''
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"Maybe."But I wondered, if these people were so un-warlike, why
their King had to die. None of my business. I moved slowly and kept
the light as dim as possible. Loiosh strained to catch the psychic trace
of anyone who might be awake as we explored room after room.
There was one room that seemed quite large, and in the Empire would
have been a sitting room of some sort, but there was a large carved
orca on one of the walls, with a motto in a language I couldn't read,
and in front of the carving, which seemed to be of gold and coral, was
a chair that was maybe a little more plush than the rest. The ceiling
was about fifteen feet over my head. Assuming the other two stories to
be slightly smaller, that agreed with my estimate of the total height of
the building. There was some sort of thin paneling against the stone,
and parts of it had been painted on, mostly in blues, with thin strokes.
I couldn't make out the designs, but they seemed to be more patterns
and shapes than pictures. Possibly they were magical patterns of
some sort, though I didn't feel anything in them.
I made more light and studied the room fairly carefully, noting the
line from that chair to the doorway, the single large window with
carvings in the frame that I couldn't make out, the position of the
three service trays, which appeared to be of gold. There was a vase on
a stand in a corner, and flowers in it that seemed to be red and yellow,
but I couldn't be certain. And so on. I passed on to the next room, still
being totally silent. I can do that, you know.
The kitchen was large but undistinguished. Plenty of work space, a
little low on storage space. I would have enjoyed cooking there, I
think. The knives had been well cared for and most of them seemed to
be of good workmanship. The cooking pots were either very large or
very small, and there was plenty of wood next to the stove. The
chimney ran from it out of the wall behind it to the outside. The
opposite wall held a sink with a hand pump that gleamed in the dim
light I was making. Whose job was it to polish it?
And so on. I went through every room, convinced myself there wasn't
a basement, and decided against trying the upstairs. Then I went back
out into a chilly breeze full of the salt water and dead fish, and circled
the place again, this time without a light. I didn't learn much except
that it is difficult to remain silent while stumbling over garden tools.
By the time I returned to my hiding place, dawn was only an hour or
so away. There was now enough light in the east so that I could almost
see, so Loiosh and I used the time to look for a place near the Palace
where we could hide. To turn an hour-long search into a sentence, we
didn't find one. We left the town and walked off the main roads until
we were well into a thicket that seemed safe enough. It was still chilly,
but would warm up soon. I pulled my cloak tightly around me and
eventually drifted off into something that passed for sleep.
I awoke late in the afternoon.
"We going to do it today, boss?"
``No. But if all goes well today, we 'II do it tomorrow.''
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"We're almost out of salted kethna."
"Good. I'm beginning to think I'd rather starve. "
Loiosh was right, however. I ate some of what was left and sneaked up
to the edge of town. Yes, the Palace did seem to be completely
unprotected. I could probably have gone in right then and done it if
I'd known for certain where the King was. I crept a little closer,
staying hidden behind a rotting, collapsed fruit stall that had been
tossed aside some years before.
The sky had just begun to darken, and I decided this would be about
the right time of day to do it; when there was enough light so I could
still see, but when the approaching night would shield my escape. I
consulted the notes I'd made about entry points and the layout of the
Palace, and figured that today I'd make a test run: doing everything I
could to try things out.
Getting inside was easy, since the kitchen staff didn't lock the service
door, and there was no one in the kitchen after the evening meal. I
listened for a long time before proceeding down the hall and into the
narrow aperture below the stairs. It was nerve-racking waiting there,
hearing footsteps and bits of the servants' conversation.
After half an hour I found the right time: when the king left his dining
hall to go upstairs. I saw him walk by: a slinky-looking fellow,
moderately old, with plastered-down hair and bright green eyes. He
was dressed fairly simply, in red and yellow robes, and bore no marks
of office except a heavy chain around his neck engraved with one of
the symbols I'd seen in his throne room, or audience chamber, or
whatever it was. He was walking with a young fellow who carried a
short spear over his shoulder. I could have taken them both, but one
reason I'm still alive is that I'm always very careful when my own life
is on the line.
They walked by, as I said, right in front of me, not able to see me in
the dark stairwell. As they were walking up the stairs over my head, I
tested my escape route back through the kitchen and out, around the
Palace, and back to my hiding place.
"Well, how does it look, boss?"
"Everything seems fine, Loiosh. Tomorrow we do it. "
I spent the rest of the night memorizing landmarks in the dark so I
could get as far away as possible, and, as the sky was just beginning to
get light, I pulled my cloak around me and slept.
Once upon a Dragaeren time, they say, there was a Serioli smith who,
at the request of the gods, built a chain of diamonds that was so long it
went up past the top of the sky, and so strong the gods used it hold the
sky up when they got tired of the job. One day one of the gods took a
diamond as the wedding price for a mortal she had a hankering for,
and all the other diamonds went flying about the heavens, and the
gods have been holding the sky up ever since. They couldn't punish
the goddess who did the deed, because if they did, the sky would fall,
so instead they took it out on the smith, turning him into a chreotha to
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walk the woods and, well, you get the idea.
I mention this because it came to mind as I sat in the woods, trying to
stay alert for anyone coming near me and considering that the only
reason I was on that island was that my personal goddess had sent me
there. It also occurred to me again that this would be the first time I'd
ever killed someone outside the Organization. Coming as it did just
while I was going through the sort of moral crisis an assassin has no
business having, I didn't like it much. It began to start bothering me
that I was taking life for money. Why, I'm not sure.
Or maybe I am, now that I think about it, from the perspective of the
other side of the ocean (metaphorically). I think everyone knows
someone whose opinions especially matter to him. That is, there's this
person whose image lives in the back of your head, and you
sometimes find yourself saying, "Would he approve of this?" And if
the answer is no, you get a kind of queasy feeling when you do it. In
my case, it wasn't my wife, actually, although it hurt badly when, she,
in the course of two years, went from a skilled assassin to a politico
with a save-the-downtrodden complex as big as my ego. No, it was my
paternal grandfather. I'd suspected for a long time that he didn't
approve of assassination, but in a moment of weakness I'd made the
mistake of asking him directly, and he'd told me, just as all the rest of
this nonsense was going on, and all of a sudden I was unsure about
things that had been basic up .until then.
Where did this leave me? Hiding in a thicket on a strange island and
figuring how to take the life of someone I didn't know, someone who
wasn't in the Organization and subject to its laws, all because my
goddess told me to. We humans believe that what a god tells you to do
is, by definition, the right thing. Dragaerans have no such ideas. I was
a human who'd been brought up in Dragaeran society, and it made for
much discomfort.
I pulled a blade of grass and chewed it. The trees in front of me bent
uniformly to the right, as if from years of wind. Their bark was
smooth, an unusual effect, and there were no branches on the lower
fifteen or twenty feet, after which they erupted like mushrooms, full
of thick green leaves that whispered as the wind stirred them. Behind
me were typical cloin-burrs, about my height, bunched up like they
were having a conversation, their reedy bodies standing on those silly
exposed roots as if they were about to turn and walk away. Cawti had
a gown made of cloin-burr thread. She'd pulled the thread herself,
finding a whole grove in late summer, just when they were turning
from pale green to crimson, so the gown, a sweeping, flowing thing,
with white lace about the shoulder, starts as a mild green at the
bottom and burns like fire where it meets at her throat. The first time
I took her to Valabar's, she wore that gown with a white gem as the
clasp.
I spat out the blade of grass and found another as I waited for sunset,
when I could walk down the streets unnoticed. When that time came,
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I still hesitated, undecided, until Loiosh, my companion and familiar,
spoke into my mind from his perch on my right shoulder.
"Look, boss, are you really going to explain to Verra that you had a
sudden attack of conscience, so she's going to have to find someone
else to shine the bum?"
I started a small fire with the bark of the trees, which turned out to
burn very well, and in it I destroyed the notes I'd made. I put the fire
out and scattered the ashes, then I removed a dagger from under my
left arm, tested the point and edge, and made my way into town.
There was the blood of a king on the back of my right hand as I
stepped out of the Palace and ducked around
behind it. The few moments after the assassination are the most
dangerous time, and this whole job was flaky enough already that I
very badly didn't want to make any mistakes. It was early evening and
would be full dark in less than an hour. Even as it was, I didn't think
I'd stand out very much. I ducked behind a large wooden frame that
I'd picked out earlier, and I still didn't allow myself to break into a
run. I walked steadily toward the edge of town. I wrapped the knife,
red with the King's blood, in a piece of cloth and stuck it in my cloak.
Loiosh had stayed outside, above the Palace, and was still flying
around nearby.
"Any pursuit?"
"None, boss. Quite a bit of excitement. They're looking around for
you, but they don't seem very efficient. "
"Good. Anyone looking at the ground? Any signs of spells or rituals?''
``No, and no. Nothing but a lot of running around and-- wait.
Someone's just come out and--yeah, he's sending people off in various
directions. No one going the right way. "
"How many toward the dock?"
"Four."
"All right. Come back. "
A minute or two later he landed on my right shoulder.
"You hanging on to the knife, boss?"
"If they catch me, the knife won't matter. I don't want to leave it lying
around, because they might have witches. "
"The sea?"
"Right."
Once I was well away from the city, I began to jog. This was a part of
the escape plan I wasn't too happy with, but I hadn't been able to
come up with anything better. I try to stay in shape, but I carry several
pounds of hardware around with me, not to mention a rapier in a
sheath that reaches almost to the ground and is not designed to be
run with. I jogged for a while, then walked quickly, then jogged some
more. A small stream met up with me, and I splashed through it for a
while, and when we said our good-byes my feet were still dry; miracle
provided by darrskin boots and chreotha oil.
All I had to do was get to the dock area before morning, grab one of
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the small boats, and sail it far enough out to sea that I could teleport.
One of the interesting things was that I didn't know how far out that
was, so if I was seen and pursued it could get tricky. As I figured it,
though, I'd be there at least two hours before dawn. The trick was to
get there well ahead of those who'd set out after me, and they were on
the road. If they beat me there, and I found the dock was guarded, I'd
have to hide and wait for a chance.
``There's someone around, boss. Wait. More than one. Close. We'd
better--''
Something knocked into me and I suddenly realized I was lying down
on my back, and then I realized I couldn't move my left shoulder, and
I started to hurt. There was a roundish rock next to me, which I
deduced someone had thrown at me. I lay there, hurting, until Loiosh
said, "Boss. Here they come!"
I usually have a pretty good memory for fights, because my
grandfather trained me to remember all of our practice sessions so
we could go over them later to discuss my mistakes, but this one is
largely a blur. I remember feeling a certain cold precision as Loiosh
flew into the face of a woman dressed in light clothing of a tan color,
and I noted that I could forget her for a while. I think I was already
standing by then. I don't remember getting to my feet, but I know I
rolled around on the ground for a while first to avoid giving them a
target.
Somewhere, way back, I noticed that drawing my sword hurt quite a
bit, and I remember nicking a very tall thin woman on the wrist, and
poking a man in the kneecap, and spinning, and feeling dizzy. The
short spear seemed to be the standard weapon, and one bald guy with
amazing blue eyes, a potbelly, and great strong arms got lined up for a
good thrust at my chest, which I parried easily. My automatic reaction
was to nail him with a dagger, but when I tried to draw it with my left
hand, nothing happened, so I slashed at his face, connected, and kept
spinning.
There were three or four times when Loiosh told me to duck and I did.
Loiosh and I had gotten good at this sort of thing. None of my
attackers said much, except one called out, "Get the jhereg, he's
warning him," and I remember being impressed that she'd figured it
out. The whole fight, four of them against Loiosh and me, couldn't
have lasted as long as it seemed to. Or maybe it did. I tried to keep
moving so they'd get in each other's way, and that worked, and I
finally got the potbellied guy a good one, straight through the heart,
and he went down.
I don't know if he took my sword with him, or if I let go, but I think it
was right after that I drew a dagger and dived at one of the spears.
That time the man, wearing a broad leather belt from which a long
horn was suspended, was too startled to keep his spear up. He backed
up and fell, and I don't remember what happened next but I think I
took him then and there, because later I found the dagger still in his
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neck.
I suspect I picked up his spear, because I remember throwing it and
missing just as Loiosh told me to duck, and then there was a burning
pain low in my back, to the right, and I thought, "I've had it." There
was a scream behind me at almost the same moment and I mentally
marked one up for Loiosh. I realized I was on my knees, and thought,
"This won't do at all," as the tall woman charged straight at me.
I don't know what happened to her, because the next clear memory I
have is of lying on my back as the other woman, the one in tan, stood
over me holding her spear, with Loiosh attached to the side of her
face. She had a dazed look in her eyes. Jhereg poison isn't the most
deadly I know of, but it will get the job done, and he was giving her a
lot. She tried to nail me with her spear, but I rolled away, although
I'm not certain how. She took a step to follow me, but then she just
sort of sighed and collapsed.
I lay there, breathing very hard, and raised my head. The tall woman
was crumbled against a tree, still breathing, but with her own spear
sticking out of her abdomen. I have no idea how I managed that. Her
eyes were open, and she was staring at me. She tried to speak, but
blood came from her mouth. Presently her breathing stopped and a
shudder ran through her body.
"We took 'em, Loiosh. All four of 'em. We took 'em. "
"Yeah, boss. I know. "
I crawled over to the remains of the nearest one, the woman Loiosh
had killed, and ripped at her clothing until I had enough cloth to cover
the wound on my back. Getting at it hurt like--well, it hurt. I turned
over and lay on it, hoping the pressure would stop the bleeding.
I got dizzy, but I didn't pass out, and after what must have been an
hour I began the process of finding out if I could sit up. There were
jhereg circling overhead, which might or might not lead someone to
this place. Loiosh offered to get rid of them for me, but I didn't want
him to leave. In any case, I needed to be away from there.
I managed to stand, which was hard, and I didn't scream, which was
harder. I took a few items from my pouch of witchcraft supplies, such
as kelsch leaves for energy, and a foul-tasting concoction made from
moldy bread, and a powder made from kineera, oil of cloves, and
comfrey. I wrapped this in more of my enemy's clothing, got it wet
from my canteen, and managed to replace the cloth on my back with
it. The bleeding had somehow stopped, but taking the cloth away
started it again, and it hurt a lot. I took some more kineera, my last,
and mixed it with oil of wormwood, more clove oil, corfina, and
ground-up pine needles, got it all wet in more cloth from Loiosh's
victim, and put this against my shoulder. I spat out the kelsch leaf,
decided chewing another would probably kill me, and struggled to my
feet. The cloth on my back slipped, so I had to place it again and fasten
it with blue eyes' belt. I held the other one in place, gritted my teeth,
and quickly, heh, plodded through the forest.
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I must have made it a hundred yards before I got dizzy and had to sit
down. After a few minutes I tried again and got maybe a little further.
I sat there and caught up on my cursing, decided on another kelsch
leaf, after all. It worked, I guess, because I think I made it most of a
mile before I had to stop again.
"Loiosh, what direction are we going?"
"Still toward the docks, boss. I'd have told you if you were going
wrong. "
"Oh. Good. "
I didn't say anything else, because even that seemed to drain me. I
stumbled to my feet and resumed my brisk trudge. Every step was--
but no, I don't want to think about it and you don't want to hear about
it. We were less than three miles from the scene of the fight, perhaps
five miles from the dock, when Loiosh said, "There's someone up
ahead, boss."
"Oh," I said. "Can I die now?"
"No."
I sighed. "How far?"
"About a hundred feet."
I stopped where I was and pulled myself behind a large tree. "Is there
some reason why you just noticed him, Loiosh?''
"I don't know. These people don't have much psychic energy. Maybe--
he's gone.''
"I don't feel a teleport."
"Got me, boss. He just--what's that?"
"That" was a sound, like a low droning, gradually building in pitch.
We stood listening. Were there waves, pulses within it? I wasn't sure.
The tree had odd, pale green bark, and it was smooth against my
cheek. Yes, there were pulses within the droning, a delicate
suggestion of rhythm.
"It's sort of hypnotic, boss." ``Yes. Let's take a look. ''
"Eh? Why? We don't want to be seen around here, do we?"
"If he's looking for me, we can't avoid him. If not--do you really think
I'm going to be able to make it all the way to the shore? Not to mention
operating a Verra-be-damned boat when I get there?"
"Oh. What are you going to do?" "I don't know. Maybe kill him and
steal whatever he has that's useful. "
``Do you think you 're up to killing him ?'' "Maybe."
He sat in a small dip in the fields, his legs drawn up under him, his
back perfectly straight, yet he seemed relaxed. His eyes were open
and looking more or less in our direction, but he didn't appear to see
us as we approached. I couldn't guess his House; he seemed as pale as
a Tiassa, as thin and gangly as an Athyra, with the slanted eyes and
pointed ears of a Dzur. His facial structure, high cheekbones and
pointed chin, could have been Dragon, or perhaps Phoenix. His hair
was light brown, appearing darker in contrast to his skin. He wore
baggy pants of dark brown, sandals, and a sort of blue vest with
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fringes. A large black jewel hung on a chain around his neck. I didn't
think he'd be allowed into the Battles Club unless he found some
other footgear.
He held a strange, round device, perhaps two feet in diameter, under
his left arm. "It's a drum, boss. Notice the skin across it?"
"Yes. Made out of shell, I think. I suspect he's harmless. We can ask
for help, or we can kill him. Any other ideas?"
"Boss, I don't think you can take him in your condition."
"If I can catch him when he's not expecting it--"
The stranger stopped what he was doing, quite abruptly, and his eyes
focused on us. He looked down at the drum and adjusted one of the
leather cords that were sewn onto the head and appeared stretched
all the way around the drum. He tapped the head with a beater of
some sort, j creating a rich and surprisingly musical tone. He frowned
and adjusted another strap, struck the head again, and seemed
satisfied. I hadn't heard any difference between the two tones.
"Good afternoon," I managed.
He nodded and gave me a vague smile. He looked at Loiosh, then back
at his drum. He struck it again, very lightly, then louder.
"It sounds good," I ventured, my breath coming in gasps.
His eyes widened, but the expression seemed to mean something
other than surprise, I don't know what. He spoke for the first time, his
voice quiet and pitched rather high. "Are you from the mainland?"
"Yes. We're visiting." He nodded. I looked around for something else
to talk about while I figured out what to do. I said, "What do you call
that thing?"
"On the island," he said, "we call this a drum."
"Good name for it," I told him. Then I stumbled forward a few steps
and collapsed.
I saw the tops of trees, swaying in a light wind. It smelled like
morning, and I hurt everywhere.
"Boss?"
"Hey, chum. Where are we?"
"Still here. With that drummer guy. Can you eat again?"
"Drummer guy? Oh, right. I remember. What do you mean 'again'?"
``He's fed you three times since you collapsed. You don't remember?"
I thought about it, decided I didn't. "How long have we been here?''
``A little more than a day.
''Oh. They haven't found us?"
``No one's come close.''
"Odd. I'd have thought I left a trail a nymph jhegaala could follow. "
``Maybe they haven't found the bodies.
"That can't last long. We should move. "
I sat up slowly. The drummer looked at me, nodded, and went back to
whatever it was he'd been doing when we got there. He said, "I
changed your dressing again."
"Thanks. I'm in your debt."
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He went back to concentrating on his drum.
I tried to stand up, decided early on in the process that it was a
mistake, and relaxed. I took a couple of deep breaths, letting tension
out of my body. I wondered how long it would be until I could walk.
Hours? Days? If it was days, I might as well roll over and die right
now.
I discovered I was very thirsty and said so. He handed me a flask
which turned out to contain odd-tasting water. He tapped his drum
again. I lay back against the tree and rested, my ears straining for
sounds of pursuit. After a while he put a kettle on the fire, and a bit
after that we had a rather bland soup that was probably good for me.
As we drank it, I said, "My name is Vlad."
"Aibynn," he said. "How did you come to be injured?"
"Some of your compatriots don't take to strangers. Provincialism.
There's no help for it."
He gave me a look I couldn't interpret, then he grinned. "We don't
often see anyone from the mainland here, especially dwarfs."
Dwarfs? "Special circumstances," I said. "Couldn't be prevented. Why
did you help me?"
"I've never seen anyone with a tame jhereg before." Tame?"
"Shut up, Loiosh."
To Aibynn I said, "I'm glad you were here, anyway."
He nodded. "It's a good place to work. You aren't bothered much--
what's that?"
I sighed. "Sounds like someone's coming," I said.
He looked at me, his face blank. Then he said, "Do you think you can
climb a tree?"
I licked my lips. "Maybe."
"You won't leave a trail that way."
"If they see a trail leading here, and not away, won't they ask
questions?"
"Probably."
"Well?"
"I'll answer them."
I studied him. "What do you think, Loiosh?"
"Sounds like the best chance we're going to get."
"Yeah."
I could, indeed, climb a tree. It hurt a lot, but other than that it wasn't
difficult. I stopped when I heard sounds from below, and Loiosh gave
me a warning simultaneously. I couldn't see the ground, which gave
me good reason to hope they couldn't see me. There was no breeze,
and the smoke from the fire was coming up into my face. As long as it
didn't get strong enough to make me cough, that would also help keep
me hidden.
"Good day be with you," said someone male, with a voice like a
grayswan in heat.
"And you," said Aibynn. I could hear them very well. Then I could
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hear drumming.
"Excuse me--" said grayswan.
"What have you done?" asked Aibynn.
"I mean, for disturbing you."
"Ah. You haven't disturbed me."
More drumming. I wanted to laugh but held it in.
"We are looking for a stranger. A dwarf."
The drumming stopped. "Try the mainland."
Grayswan made a sound I couldn't interpret, and there were
mutterings I couldn't make out from his companions. Then someone
else, a woman whose voice was as low as a musk owl's call, said, "We
are tracking him. How long have you been here?"
"All my life," said Aibynn with a touch of sadness.
"Today, you idiot!" said grayswan.
"At least," agreed my friend.
Someone else, a man with a voice that sounded like a man's voice,
said, "His tracks lead to this spot. Have you seen him?"
"I might have missed him," said Aibynn. "I'm tuning my drum, you
see, and it requires concentration."
Grayswan demanded, "You mean he could have walked right by you?
Cril and Sandy, look around. See if you can find any tracks leaving."
There came the sound of feet moving near the base of the tree. I
remained very still, not even waving the smoke away from my face; it
wasn't very thick, anyway.
Aibynn said, "This part of preparing the drum is very difficult. I
must--"
Musk owl said, "You're Aibynn of Lowporch, aren't you?"
"Why, yes."
"I heard you drum at the Winter Festival. You're very good."
"Thank you."
"That's a new drum you're making?"
Grayswan: "We don't have time to--"
Aibynn: "Why, yes. This is the shell of the sweetclam. The head is
made from the skin of a nyth, as big a one as you can find. The beater
is made from the jawbone, wrapped in nythskin and cloth. To prepare
the head, you make a fire of langwood, and season the fire with
rednut shells, drownweeds, clove, dreamgrass, silkbuds, the roots of
the trapvine--"
Another voice, a man's I hadn't heard before, said, "Nothing. He must
be around here somewhere."
Aibynn said, "This one is almost done. I'm just tuning it. You can also
change the pitch when you play it. This knob, you see, I hold in my left
hand, and when I turn it this way the head becomes tighter and the
tone rises. This way lowers the pitch." He demonstrated.
"I see," said musk owl.
Grayswan said, "Look, this dwarf has killed four of the King's guards,
and we have every reason to think he--"
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Aibynn continued demonstrating. The sound produced by the drum
was a single smooth pulse, out of which rhythms began to emerge. I
noticed an odd, sweet smell drifting up to me, probably from the
treatment he had given the drumhead. The pulsing became more and
more complex, and I began to hear beats within it, and I became more
aware of the variations in tone. The sweet smell grew stronger. As he
played, he said, "You have to play the drum for a few hours after it's
seasoned, to allow the head to work into the shell." His voice wove in
and out of the pulses, the rhythms, sometimes riding high above
them, sometimes supporting them from beneath, and I wondered idly
if it was changing pitch and tone or if the drum was, and were those
voices mixed in with it? "Then the straps must be moistened with an
emulsion made from the sap of a teardrop elm . . . they will respond to
long pulses and slow pulses ... so the rhythm emerges from the drum
itself ... the Lecuda calls the dance, or the spell, which is really the
same . . . some of the oldest drums sound the best because the shell
itself begins to absorb the sound, so after many years ... the last time I
tried one of those, I had borrowed a drum. ..."
Loiosh said, "Boss, did he say dreamgrass? Boss?"
Then I felt like lying down, then I was falling, and felt like I was
passing right through the branches without touching them. I heard
someone say, "Look!" but I don't remember hitting the ground.
Lesson Four
HANDLING INTERROGATION
To A DZURLORD, civilized means adhering to proper customs of
dueling. To a Dragonlord, civilized means conforming to all the social
niceties of mass mayhem. To a Yendi, civilized means making sure no
one ever knows exactly what you're up to. In the land of my ancestors,
civilized means never drinking a red wine at more than fifty-five or
less than fifty degrees. The islands had their own notions of
civilization, and I decided I liked them.
"We're civilized here, Jhereg," said my interrogator, beneath brows
you could have planted maize in. "We do not beat or torture our
prisoners."
Of all the responses that sprang to mind, I decided the quick nod
would be safest. His mouth twitched, and I wondered if I'd get to
know him well enough to know what that indicated.
"On the other hand," he continued, "you can probably expect to be
executed."
On reflection, his brows weren't all that bushy; they just seemed that
way because of his high, hairless forehead. He looked more like an
Athyra than anything else, and acted a bit like one, too: cold,
intellectual, and distant. "Executed for what?" I said.
He ignored this. We both knew for what, and if I didn't want to admit
it, that was my concern. He said, "I am assuming that you are either a
paid assassin or are fanatically loyal to some person, entity, or cause.
It is possible that if you cooperate with us by revealing all of the
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circumstances which led you to take this action, you may live.
Unlikely, but possible." He spoke a lot like Morrolan, a friend of mine
you'll meet later.
I started in on another protestation of innocence but he gestured me
to silence. "Think it over," he said, and stood up slowly. "We can give
you some time to think, but not a great deal. I'll be back." He left me
alone again.
Of what shall I tell you now? Time, place, or circumstance? Time,
then. I'd been there three days, during which I'd been attended by
various persons concerned about my health, and this was the first day
I'd been able to walk the six or so steps to the slop bucket in the
corner without leaning on the walls all the way. That was about the
most I could do, but I was proud of it.
I could tell day from night because I could almost see the outside
through a narrow window about eight feet up the brick wall. There
were thick horizontal bars across the window, which I suspected had
been added after the place was built--perhaps very recently, like three
days ago. I noted it as a possible weakness. I didn't think the room
had been originally designed to hold prisoners, but it worked. The
door was very thick and, from what I could hear before it was opened,
had an iron bar across it on the outside. There was a cot that was
longer than it had to be, made of something soft that rustled in my
ears whenever I moved. I had been given a tan-colored shapeless robe
of some animal skin. I didn't know if it was their custom to remove
clothing from prisoners, or if they had found so many weapons in my
clothing that they'd deduced--correctly--that they'd never be able to
find them all. I was also barefoot, which I've never liked, even as a
kid.
I got two meals a day. The first I'm still blurry on. The second was a
fish stew that was completely flavorless except for too much salt. The
next was some sort of mush that tasted better than it looked, but only
a little. The one after that was a squid dish that a good cook could
have done fine things with. The latest one, the remains of which were
on a wooden plate on the floor next to me, involved boiled vegetables
and a bit of fish with a loaf of coarse, dark bread. The bread was
actually pretty good.
Twice now, I had tried small spells to heal myself, but nothing had
happened. This was very odd. It was one thing if they had means to
cut off my access to the Orb, but witchcraft is a matter of skill and
one's innate psychic energy; I didn't see any way to cut someone off
from that.
On the other hand, I remembered Loiosh commenting that people
around here seemed to be psionically invisible to him, which also
wasn't normal, and might be related. I had also tried a few times to
reach Morrolan and Sethra, but got nowhere; I wasn't certain if that
was a matter of distance or something else.
Loiosh hadn't been in touch with me the entire time. I very much
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wanted to know if he was all right. I had the feeling that if anything
had happened to him I'd know, but I'd never been out of touch with
him for this long before.
To take my mind off this, I went over the conversation I'd just had
with the something-or-other of the Royal Guard. His remarks about
them maybe letting me live could be discounted--I'd killed four of
their citizens plus the King. But he might have been telling the truth
about his definition of "civilized." Good news, if true; the last time I'd
tried to hold up under torture I hadn't done so well.
But the real puzzler was one of his first remarks. He'd walked in and
stared down at me, given his title, and said, "We are holding you for
the assassination of His King Haro Olithorvold. We want you to tell us
why you killed him, for whom, where you came from--"
I interrupted him with as credible an expression of innocent outrage
as I could manage. He shook his head and said, "Don't try to deny it.
Your accomplice has admitted his part in it."
I said, "Oh. Well, that's different, then. If you've got my accomplice,
what can I do? I confess to--what was it you said I did? And who was
my accomplice?"
That was when he'd started in on being civilized, and now, lying there
aching and worried about Loiosh, I wondered many things about my
"accomplice." It was obvious who they meant--the drummer I'd
stumbled over, so to speak, in the woods. When I'd become conscious
again, and had figured out that I'd been knocked out by the smoke
(he'd mentioned dreamgrass, after all), I'd assumed he'd done it
deliberately. Now, though, I wondered.
It was still possible he had, but they simply didn't believe him. Or it
could have been an accident, and he was just what he appeared to be.
Or they could be playing some sort of deep game that hadn't made
itself apparent yet.
Not that any of this mattered, since I couldn't do anything about any
of the possibilities, but I was curious. I wasn't worried. They would
most likely spend at least a day or two trying to get me to tell them
who had hired me before they killed me. I considered telling them the
truth, just to watch bushy-brows' face, but it would have been
pointless. Besides, in my business you don't give out that information;
it's part of the job.
But in a day or two I could regain my strength and attempt to escape.
If I failed, they'd kill me. It was nothing to be worried about. Scared
spitless, yes, but not worried.
I did not want to die, you see. I'd died before and hadn't liked it, and
this time, if it happened, there'd be no chance for revivification. I'd
heard stories of escapes from imprisonment, but, looking around, I
just didn't see any way
to manage it, and, damn it all, it hadn't been such a bad life I'd worked
my way up from nothing to something and I wanted to see how things
came out. I wanted to be around to watch for a while longer. I wanted
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to leave some changes behind me, to make things a bit different
before I went on my way.
Different? Maybe even better, though that had never been high on my
list before. Maybe, if I got out of this, I'd do that. Are you listening,
Verra? Can you hear me? They've got me trapped and scared, so
maybe it doesn't mean anything, but it would be nice if, before I died,
I could think to myself that the world was a little better in some way
for my having been here. Is that crazy, Demon Goddess? Is this what
happened to Cawti, is this why I hardly recognize my wife anymore? I
don't know how I'll feel if I get out of this, but I want to find out. Help
me, Goddess. Get me out of here. Save my life.
But she'd said I couldn't reach her from here, so I would have to save
myself, and that just didn't look likely.
I'd been thinking and dozing and hurting and recovering and
sweating for a few more hours when another meal arrived--this time
some dumplings with a sauce that meat had been waved at,
accompanied by seaweed and more of the bread. I was going to have
to escape soon for yet another reason: If I got tired of the bread, I'd
have nothing to live for.
Scratch off another day, another visit from the local bone-tightener,
and another couple of meals. I was beginning to feel like I could
maybe move if I had to. The pain from the wounds was almost gone,
but I still hurt from where I'd bruised myself in the fall. I expect that
I'd have broken bones if my fall hadn't been "cushioned" by tree
limbs, which had given me teeth-loosening love pats all the way down.
If I had broken a bone, chances are you'd have heard this story, if at
all, from a completely different viewpoint. And the end would have
been different, too. My questioner came back after letting me ponder
for an entire two days, I suppose to see if I got nervous. He sat down a
few feet away from me. I might have tried to jump him if I'd been in
better shape and had my weapons and knew more about the layout of
the place and the position of the guards and if he hadn't looked like he
was ready for it.
"Well?" he said, trying to look stern and I guess succeeding.
"I would like to confess," I said.
"Good."
"I would like to confess that I wish very much to have a large dish of
kethna, cubed and stir-fried with peppers and onions, seasoned with
lemon and the rinds of clubfruit, with--"
"You obviously think this is funny," he said.
I shook my head. "Food is never funny. The meals I've been getting
are tragic."
I noticed his hands kept trying to form fists, and decided that he was
becoming impatient with me. Either they were serious about not
beating prisoners, or he was saving up something good. He said, "Do
you want to die?"
"Well, no," I said. "But it's bound to happen sooner or later."
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"We want to know who sent you."
"I was following a vision."
He glared, then got up and walked out. I wondered what they'd throw
at me next. I hoped it wasn't more seaweed.
I spent a few hours the next day remembering previous
incarcerations. There had been one especially long one in the
dungeons beneath the Imperial Palace, as part of the affair that had
gained me my exalted position in the Jhereg and had first brought my
friend Aliera to the attention of the Empress. That had been a few
weeks, and the worst thing had been the boredom. I'd dealt with it
mostly by exercising and devising a communication system with my
fellow inmates with which we could exchange rude comments about
our various guards. This time I was in no condition to exercise, and I
didn't know where the other inmates, if any, were. I'd about decided
that maybe some gentle isometrics wouldn't hurt too much when the
door opened again.
"Aibynn," I said. "Have you come to tend my poor afflicted body? Or
minister to my spirit?"
He sat down on the other bunk, looking faintly surprised to see me.
"Hey," he said. "I guess you aren't used to dreamgrass."
"I was in a weakened state," I said. "Try it on me again sometime."
He nodded thoughtfully and said, "I didn't think you'd be alive. I
thought they were going to, you know--" He made a chopping motion
at the back of his neck.
"Probably are," I said.
"Yeah. Me, too." He leaned back, not seeming at all disturbed. I got
the impression that he carried fatalism maybe a bit too far. Of course,
it was quite possible that he was working for them. It was also
possible that he wasn't, that he'd been put in here so we could have
conversations for them to overhear. The level of subtlety was about
right for what I'd seen of these people.
I said, "Had any good meals?"
He considered this carefully. "Not really, no."
"Neither have I."
"I wouldn't mind--" He stopped, staring up at the window. I followed
his gaze, but didn't see anything remarkable. I looked back at him.
"What is it?"
"There are bars on the window," he said
"Yes?"
"The room I was in didn't have a window."
"What about it?"
He picked up the wooden spoon from the remainder of my last meal,
went up next to the window, and tapped one of the bars.
I said, "You think you can knock it loose?"
"Huh? Oh, no, nothing like that. But listen." He tapped it again. It
gave out the usual sound of thick iron when struck by thick wood.
"Doesn't that sound great?"
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I tried to decide if he was joking. "Ummm, I think it needs tuning," I
said.
"That's true. I wonder if it would work to wrap a strip of cloth around
part of it."
I sighed and settled back onto my bed, hoping they were, in fact,
listening. A few hours later the door opened. A pair of guards held
their short spears and looked like they knew how they functioned. My
friend the Royal whatever was behind them. He nodded to me and
said, "Please come with me."
I nodded to Aibynn and said, "Drum for me."
"I will," he said.
To bushy-brows I said, "I'm not certain I can walk very far."
"We can carry you if necessary."
"I'll try," I said. And I did. I was still a bit shaky on my feet, and my
back hurt, but I could do it. I wobbled a bit more than I had to just on
the principle that it couldn't hurt if they thought I was worse off than I
was. We only went a few feet down the hall, though, to a room which
had a pair of low backless stools and several windows. He took one of
the stools, and I lowered myself onto the other, not enjoying it.
He said, "There has been considerable discussion about what to do
with the two of you. Some are in favor of suspending the ancient laws
against torture. Others think you should be publicly executed right
away, which will prevent the riots that seem to be brewing."
He paused there, to see if I had anything to say. Since I didn't think
he'd want to hear about how my back felt, I stayed mute.
"At the moment His Majesty Corcor'n, the son of the man you killed,
has everyone convinced to wait until we
hear from the mainland. We expect them to deny having sent you, but
we want to give them the option. If they do the expected, we will
probably execute you. If you're curious, most people are in favor of
stoning you to death, though some think you should be bound and
thrown to the orca."
"I'm not really curious, I said.
He nodded. "While we're waiting, you still have the chance to tell us
about it. We will also be telling your comrade the same thing. If he
talks before you do, he will most likely be exiled. If you talk, he will
die and you might be allowed to leave. At least you will be allowed to
take poison, a far more pleasant death than either of the other two."
"You know that from personal experience?" I said.
He sighed. "You don't want to tell us about it? Who sent you? Why?"
"I just came here for the fishing," I said.
He turned to the guards. "Return him to the cell and bring the other
one." They did this. I could have said something clever to Aibynn as
we passed, but nothing came to mind. I 'd have given quite a bit to be
able to hear what went on between the two of them, but I still had no
connection to the Orb, and witchcraft, as I've said, wasn't working.
Maybe they were just sitting around playing s'yang stones long
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enough to make it look good. Or maybe they really believed he was
helping me. Or maybe there was something else entirely going on that
I was completely missing. It wouldn't be the first time.
They left us there for two more days, during which I learned the
distinction between "popping" a beat and "rolling" a rhythm, between
fish and animal skin heads, how to tell if there is a small crack in the
jawbone one intends to use as a beater, and the training that goes into
making a festival, or "hard-ground" or "groundy," drummer; a ritual,
or "crashing surf" or "surfy," drummer; and a spiritual, or "deep
water" or "watery," drummer. Aibynn had studied all three, but
preferred surfy drumming.
I was less interested in all of this than I pretended to be, but it was the
only entertainment around. I was interrogated twice more during this
time, but you can probably fill in those conversations yourself.
Conversation with Aibynn was more interesting than the
interrogations, when he wasn't drumming, but he didn't say anything
that helped me figure out if he was really working with them or not.
At one point he made a passing reference to the gods. I considered the
differences between Dragaeran attitudes toward the divine and
Eastern attitudes, and said, "What
are gods?"
"A god," he said, "is someone who isn't bound by natural laws, and
who can morally commit an action which would be immoral for
someone who wasn't a god."
"Sounds like you memorized that."
"I have a friend who's a philosopher."
"Does he have any philosophy on escaping from cells?"
"He says that if you escape, you are required to bring your cellmate
with you. Unless you're a god," he added.
"Right," I said. "Does he have a philosophy about drumming?"
He gave me a curious look. "We've talked about it," he said.
"Sometimes, you know, when you're playing, you're in touch with
something; there are things that flow through you, like you aren't
playing at all, but something else is playing you. That's when it's best."
"Yeah," I agreed. "It's the same thing with assassination."
He pretended to laugh, but I don't think he really
thought it was funny.
After he came back from his second session with the Royal
Whootsidoo, I said, "What did he ask you about?"
"He wanted to know how many sounds I could get out of my drum."
"Ah," I said. "Well?" ·
"Well what?"
"How many?"
"Thirty-nine, using the head and the shell, both sides of the beater,
fingers, and muffling. And then there are variations."
"I see. Well, now I know."
"I wish I had my drum."
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"I suppose so."
"Has it rained since you've been here? I didn't have a window at first."
"I'm not sure. I don't think so."
"Good. Rain would ruin the head."
A little later he said, "Why did we kill the King?"
I said, "We?"
"Well, that's what they asked me."
"Oh. He didn't like our drum."
"Good reason."
Silence fell, and, when we weren't talking, all I could think about was
how badly I wanted to live, which got pretty depressing, so I said,
"Those times you feel like you're in tune with something, do you think
it might be a god?"
He shook his head. "No. It isn't anything like that. It's hard to
describe."
"Try," I said, and he cooperated by keeping me distracted until I
drifted off to sleep.
Early in the afternoon on the second day after Aibynn had joined me,
I was listening to an impromptu concert on iron bar (tuned with
pieces of a towel), wooden spoon, and porcelain mug, when I felt a
faint twinge in the back of my head. I almost jerked upright, but I held
myself still, relaxed, and concentrated on making the link stronger.
"Hello?"
"Boss?"
"Loiosh! Where are you?" "I. . . coming . . . later . . . can't. . ." and it
faded out. Then there was connection with someone else, so strong it
was like someone shouting in my ear. "Hello Vlad. I hope all is well
with you.''
It only took me a moment to recognize the psychic ' 'voice." I almost
shouted aloud. ' 'Daymar!'' "
' 'Himself.''
' 'Where are you?''
"Castle Black. We've just finished dinner. " ' 'If you tell me about your
dinner I 'II fry you. "Quite. We understand from Loiosh that you're
in something of a predicament. "
"I think the word predicament is awfully well chosen." "Yes. He says
that sorcery doesn't work there. " \* ' 'Seems not to. How did he get
there ?'' "He flew, apparently. "
"Flew? By the Orb! How many miles is that?" "I don't know. He does
seem rather tired. But don'\ worry. We 'II be by for you as soon as we
can.''
"How soon is that? They're planning to execute me, y know."
"Really? For what?"
``A misunderstanding involving royal prerogatives.'' "I don't
understand.''
"Yes. Well, never mind. When can you get here?" ``Since we can't
telep--'' And the link broke. Daymar a noble of the House of the Hawk
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and a fellow who worked very hard at developing his psychic abilities,
is capable of being arbitrary and unpredictable, but I didn't think he'd
chop off a conversation in midsentence. Therefore something else
had. Therefore, I was worried.
I cursed and tried to reestablish the link, but got not ing. I kept trying
until night had fallen and I had a head ache, but I got nothing except
morbid thoughts. I fell asleep hoping for rescue and vaguely
wondering if I
dreamt it all. I woke up in the middle of the night with the half
memory of a dream in which I was flying over the ocean, into a nasty
wind, and my wings were very tired. I kept wanting to rest, and every
time I did an orca with the face of a dragon would rise out of the water
and snap at me.
If I'd've had half a minute to wake up, I would have figured out what
the dream meant without any help, but I didn't have the half a minute,
or any need for it.
' 'Boss! Wake up.'' His voice in my head was very loud, and very
welcome.
"Loiosh!"
"We're coming in, boss. Get ready. Is anyone with you?''
"No. I mean, yes. A friend. Well, maybe a friend. He might be an
enemy. I don't--''
``That's what I like about working with you, boss: your precision. "
``Don't be a wiseacre. Who's with you?''
But there was no need for him to answer, because at that moment the
wall next to me turned pale blue, twisted in on itself, and dissolved,
and I was face-to-face with my wife, Cawti.
I stood up as my roommate stirred. "You and how many
Dragonlords?" I said.
"Two," she said. "Why? Do you think we need more?''
She tossed me a dagger. I caught it hilt-first and said, "Thanks."
"No problem." She walked over to the door, played with it for a while,
and I heard the iron bar outside hit the floor. I looked a question at
her.
"There may be things in the building you want," she for Spellbreaker,
for example." She said.
"A point. Is, um, anyone still alive?' "Probably."
Enter Aliera: very short for a Dragaeran, angular face-, green eyes.
She gave me a courtesy.
I nodded.
"I found this." She handed me a three-foot length of gold chain, which
I took and wrapped around my wrist.
"Cawti had just mentioned it," I said. "Thanks."
My roommate, who didn't seem at all disturbed by these events, stood
up. "Remember what we said about the philosophy of escaping from
cells?''
Cawti looked at him, then back at me. I considered. He might really be
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just what he seemed, in which case I'd gotten him into a great deal of
trouble for helping me. I glanced at the door to the cell. Aliera was
now in the room, and there was no commotion to indicate anyone had
noticed us escaping. Behind me was a roughly circular gap in the wall,
eight feet in diameter, with nothing on the other side but island
darkness, fresh with the smell of the ocean.
I said, "Okay, come on. But one thing. If you have any thoughts of
betraying me--" I paused and held up the dagger. "In the Empire, we
call this a knife.'"
"Knife," he said. "Got it."
Loiosh flew in and landed on my shoulder. We stepped through the
wall and out into the night.
Lesson Five
RETURNING HOME
Lesson Five
RETURNING HOME
CAWTI LED THE way, with Aliera bringing up the rear. We slipped
past the single row of structures that represented the city. I realized
that I'd been right next to the Palace, and that we were copying almost
exactly the route I'd taken after the assassination. We entered the
woods outside of the town and stopped there long enough to listen for
sounds of pursuit. There were none. My feet were not enjoying the
woods. I considered sending Loiosh back to find my boots, but I didn't
consider it very seriously. I glanced back at Aibynn, who was also
boots. It didn't seem to be bothering him.
"It's good to have friends," I remarked as we started walking again.
Cawti said, "Are you all right?"
"Mostly. We'll have to take it slow."
"Were you, um, questioned?"
"Not the way you mean it. But I've managed to damage myself a bit."
"It's well past the middle of the night already. We're going to have to
hurry to be there by morning, not to mention losing the tide."
"I'm not sure I can hurry."
"What happened?"
"I'm too old to be climbing trees."
"I could have told you that."
"Yes."
"Do the best you can," she said.
"I will." My back already hurt, and now my hand started throbbing. I
said, "If we meet anyone drumming in the woods, let's not stop for
conversation."
"You'll have to tell me about that," said Cawti. I heard Loiosh laughing
inside my head. Aibynn, walking directly in front of me, either didn't
hear the comment or chose to ignore it. Branches slapped against my
face, just as they'd done last time. Last time I hadn't had Cawti and
Aliera with me, so I had cause to be optimistic. On the other hand, the
branches still stung. Cheap philosophy there, if you want it.
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After an hour or so we stopped, as if by consensus, though no one said
anything. I sat down with my back against a tree and said, "What's the
plan?"
Aliera said, "We have a ship waiting for us in a cove a few miles from
here."
"A ship? Can you drive one of those things?"
"It has a crew of Orca."
"Are you sure they'll be waiting for us?"
"Morrolan is there."
"Ah." And, "I'm flattered. Grateful, too."
Aliera smiled suddenly. "I enjoyed it," she said. Cawti didn't smile.
After a few minutes' rest we stood up again. Loiosh left my shoulder
to fly on ahead, and we made our way through the woods once more,
now at a brisk walk. It was still very dark, but Aliera was making a
small light that hung in the air a few paces ahead of us, bouncing in
time to her steps.
As we walked, I said to Aibynn, "Is there anything we should be
watching for?"
"Trees," he said. "Don't run into them. It hurts."
"Falling out of them isn't much fun, either, but I don't think that's a
real danger just at the moment."
"Were you unconscious when you landed?"
"I expect so. I don't really remember anything about it. I was pretty
much gone as I fell."
"Too bad," he said.
"Why?"
"The sound you made when you hit. It was a good one. A nice, deep
thump. Resonance."
I couldn't decide if I should laugh or cut his throat, so I said, "I'm glad
you didn't tune me, anyway."
I kept my eyes on the light, watching it bounce, and I wondered how
Aliera had been able to produce it without sorcery to work with. For
that matter, though--"Aliera?"
She turned her head without slowing down. "Yes, Vlad?"
"I was told sorcery doesn't work on this island."
"Yes. I lost my link to the Orb about ten miles from shore."
"Then how did you melt down that wall?"
"Pre-Empire sorcery."
"Oh. The rough stuff."
She agreed.
"Getting good, eh?"
She nodded.
"Isn't it illegal?"
She chuckled.
Cawti still hadn't said anything. About then Aibynn increased his
speed and caught up with Aliera. "This way," he said.
I said, "Why?" at just the same moment Aliera did.
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"Just want to see something."
"Loiosh, is anyone around?"
"I don't think so, boss. But you know I can't always tell with these
guys. "
"Eyeball it. Check out the way our friend is heading. "
"Okay."
After a few minutes he said, ' 'Nothing I can see, boss. You're almost
up to the clearing where they caught you.''
``Oh. That explains it, then.''
``It does?''
We got there. The ashes in the fire were quite cold by now. Aibynn
found his drum, looked it over, and nodded. If it had been destroyed,
I'd have been convinced he was friendly to us. As it was, I still owed
him something, but I had no way of knowing what sort of payment he
deserved. Time would tell. He also hunted around some more, then
gave a small sound of satisfaction and pulled a mass of fur from near
the tree I'd fallen from. He shook it and put it on his head.
"What kind of animal was that?" I asked.
"A norska."
"Oh, yes, I see." It was dark brown and white, and still had the norska
face in it, with the fangs showing. It didn't look nearly as absurd or
disgusting as it ought to have. We resumed our walk.
I allowed myself to feel cautiously optimistic; the entire army of
Greenaere, if there was one, would have a hard time keeping Aliera
away from that boat, especially if Morrolan was on the other end.
"The sky is getting light in the east," said Aliera.
"We're not going to make it," said Cawti.
"Tell me where the bay is," said Aibynn. "I can probably get us there
during flood tomorrow without being seen."
"In the daylight?" I said.
He nodded.
Cawti said, "What do you mean, probably?"
"It depends which bay you mean. If it's Chottmon's Bay, there's too
much open ground."
We all studied him. "If Daymar were here," said Aliera, "he could
mind-probe him and--"
"If Daymar were here," I said, "he'd still be back at the Palace
studying the weave on the rugs while the army took potshots at his
back."
"Does he like rugs?" inquired Aibynn.
"All right," said Aliera. "I'll inform Morrolan of the delay. The bay is
marked by a high pinnacle, like a crown, on one side, and a stand of
tall thin trees on the other. It is about a quarter of a mile across, and
there is a small barren islet in the middle."
"Dark Woman's Cove," said Aibynn. "No problem."
"Remember," I said. "This is--"
"Yes. A knife."
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He set out in the lead. We moved slowly, but steadily, and didn't run
into anyone looking for us. Aibynn appeared to wander aimlessly,
hardly looking where he was going and never stopping to look
around. I stayed right behind him, ready to stick a knife in his kidney
at the first sign that he'd betrayed us. If he knew this, he didn't give
any indication, and it was the middle of the afternoon when we saw
the little bay, with a lonely ship sitting in the middle of it.
We waited in the woods that came right up to the beach while they
sent a boat for us. Cawti still had hardly spoken to me.
He stood on the prow of the ship, tall, aloof, Dragaeran, and dry. The
Orca on the ship assisted us without any questions, and a few of them
gave him dark looks. I suspect these had to do with Blackwand,
sheathed at his side. No one wants to be that close to any Morganti
weapon, and Blackwand was the kind of blade that survivors write
dirges about.
He and Aliera were cousins, both of the House of the Dragon, which
meant they preferred a good battle to a good meal--practically my
definition of madness. They were young as Dragaerans go, less than
five hundred years old. I'd live out my entire life while they were both
young, but no sense in dwelling on that. He wore the black and silver
of the House of the Dragon with the emphasis on the black, she with
the emphasis on the silver. She was short and quick; he was tall and
just as quick. The three of us got acquainted one day in the Paths of
the Dead. Well, that isn't strictly true, but never mind. There were
things that made us friends in spite of differences in species, House,
class, and how important we rated food, but never mind that, either.
He was there, waiting, when the boat with two undistinguished Orca
brought us to the ship.
He gave Aibynn a curious glance, but didn't mention him. He gave a
crisp order, and the ship swung a little, shook, turned, settled, and
began to move. We sailed neatly away from the island, as if the escape
had been no major feat at all. Which, I suppose, it really hadn't, my
nerves to the contrary.
I watched the splotch that was Greenaere begin to grow smaller
against the reddish horizon, and a tightness in my chest of which I
hadn't been aware began to ease. I glanced at the crew, and was a bit
disappointed that they were strangers; for some reason I wouldn't
have minded running into Yinta, or someone else from Chorba's
Pride. On the other hand, I wasn't seasick, in spite of no longer having
the charm I'd set out with.
Spray hit my face and stung my eyes as the sails above me snapped
full, dragging the ship along. Morrolan stood next to me, Aliera next
to him. Aibynn was near the front, the prow or the bow or whatever,
doing something to his drum. Cawti was not in sight. I said, "I owe
you one, Morrolan."
He said, "I'm disturbed."
"About my owing you something?"
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"Daymar said he couldn't maintain the contact with you."
"Yes. I wondered about that."
"I feel something on that island."
Aliera said, "There's a reason why our links to the Orb were severed.
It wasn't the distance."
"It mislikes me," said Morrolan.
I said, "Huh?"
"He doesn't like it," said Aliera.
"Oh."
Morrolan shifted slightly, keeping his eyes on the island. His long
fingers rubbed the large ruby on his silver shirt. I looked back. The
island was almost invisible now. Loiosh was on my shoulder. I said,
"Where's Rocza?"
``She stayed home.''
"Not the oceangoing type?"
"I guess not. She was worried about you, though.
"That's good to hear. You must have had quite a flight getting back to
shore.''
He didn't answer at once. Images came to mind that reminded me
very much of a dream I'd just had. My imaginary wings still ached. He
said, "/ was worried about you, boss."
"Yeah. Me, too. "
I left Morrolan and Aliera there and walked around the deck until I
found Cawti. She was studying the ocean ahead as I'd been watching
behind. There was even more spray here; heavy droplets instead of a
fine mist. Night was sneaking up behind day, ready to strike.
"You seem not to trust your friend," she said.
"I don't."
"Then why did you bring him along?"
"If they aren't playing some kind of game, then I owe him."
"I see. You always pay your debts, don't you, Vlad?"
"I detect a note of irony in your voice."
She gave me no answer.
"You rescued me," I said after a while.
"Did you doubt we would?"
"I didn't know you could. I didn't know Loiosh would be able to cross
that much water."
"It must have been hard for you."
"Not as hard as--" I stopped, studied my fingernails, and said, "It
wasn't that bad."
She nodded, still not looking at me.
I said, "I'm glad the revolution could spare you for a few days."
"Don't be snide."
I bit my lip. "I hadn't actually intended that the way it sounded."
She nodded again. There was a splash off to the left. Probably more
orca, but I'd missed them. She spoke softly, so I could hardly hear her
over the creaking and wind.
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"I watch the passing hours dress
Themselves in robes of twilight grey,
And sit here, pale and powerless
To halt the ending of the day.
``A bitter tale it seemed to me
Who thought my lesson fully learned
To open wounds I deemed to be
Unfairly dealt, not truly earned.
``But tomorrow we begin again
To open veins for words to say:
Enlightenment through common pain,
Dressed in robes of twilight grey.''
After an interval of tossing ship and breaking waves I said, "Sounds
Eastern."
"It's mine."
I looked at her. She didn't move. I said, "I didn't know you wrote
poetry."
"There's a great deal that--no. Sorry. It came to me a few nights ago,
as I was sitting there, worried about you.
Or maybe wondering if I should be more worried about you; I don't
know which."
"A bitter tale," I agreed. "What does it mean?"
She shrugged. "How should I know?"
"You wrote it."
"Yes. Well, if there was something buried in it that I was trying to say,
I don't know what it is."
"Let me know if you get any ideas."
The corner of her mouth twitched.
I watched the ocean do its ocean stuff some more. Up and down, and
across, going nowhere. That kind of thing.
"I'm trying," said Cawti, "to think of something deep and
philosophical to say about waves, but I'm not having any luck."
"You'll find something."
She shook her head. "No, but I ought to. About how they start
somewhere, and keep coming closer, then they move you around and
keep going, but we don't know what causes them, or where they come
from, or, well, something like that.''
"Mmmm."
"You made a lot of waves, didn't you, Vlad?"
"Are you speaking in general or in specific?"
"Both, I guess. No, in specific."
"Do you mean the whole business of the last few months, with the
Organization, and the Empire, and your friend Kelly?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I guess I made a lot of waves. I didn't have much choice."
"I suppose not."
"I wonder what Herth is up to."
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"Word is, he's happily retired on what you gave him for South
Adrilankha."
"South Adrilankha," I repeated. "The Easterners' ghetto."
"Yes."
"And now I'm the one who runs it."
"Not all of it."
"No. Just the illegal parts."
"Going to clean it up?"
"Do I detect a note of irony in your voice?"
"A note? No. A symphony, perhaps."
"You don't think I can, or you don't think I will?"
"I don't think you can."
"Who's to stop me?"
After perhaps a minute she said, "What do you mean, clean it up? Just
what illegal activities do you intend to
continue?"
"The ones they want. I'll make sure the gambling is fair, that the
whorehouses are clean and the tags are treated well, that the loans
are at reasonable rates, that--"
"How can gambling be fair for people who can't afford to gamble at
all? How much does it help to give fair treatment to people who are
selling their bodies? What is a reasonable loan rate to someone who
has gone into debt because he lost everything at one of your tables,
and how will you collect from those who can't pay?"
I shrugged. "It's going to go on, anyway. I'll be better than anyone
else."
"I think I've made my point."
"I can't solve all the problems of the whole world. And neither can
your friend Kelly, however much he thinks he
can."
"Have you been paying attention lately? Haven't you seen it?"
"Seen what? Parades of Teckla through the streets? People in parks
shouting at each other about things they already agree with? Posters
that say--"
"And now there are Phoenix Guards watching them, Vlad. And I mean
Phoenix Guards--not Teckla put into cloaks and given spears. That
means they're scared, Vlad, and it means they don't dare use
conscripts. Do you think maybe they know something you don't?
Three weeks ago, even two weeks ago, none of that was going on
except in South Adrilankha. Now you even see some of it on Lower
Kieron. At this rate, what's going to happen in another two weeks?
Another two months?"
"In my opinion, not much."
"I'm aware that you think so. But perhaps--"
"No, I don't want to argue about your damned revolution."
She shrugged "You brought it up."
"Can we talk about us?"
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"Yes," she said, but I found I didn't have anything clever to say after
that.
The ship plunged, the waves broke around it, to re-form in our wake
as if we'd never been. I wanted to say something deep and
philosophical about that, but nothing came to mind.
"I'm going to get some sleep," I said. "If Aibynn starts drumming,
throw him overboard." I shifted with the waves until I found the tiny
ladder that led to the area below the deck. I found a place to stretch
out, located a blanket, and let the ship rock me to sleep.
It must have been about ten hours later that the same rocking woke
me up. I stumbled up the ladder, banged my shoulder against
something metal that some idiot had fastened to the wall (I think it
was a hinge), scraped my shin when my feet slipped on the ladder,
and made it onto the deck. Morrolan was still where I'd left him. The
orange-red sky was hidden by low grey clouds, and the wind was
vicious indeed. Morrolan's cloak whipped about him in a frenzy of
romantic appeal. I was still wearing the shapeless robe I'd been given
while imprisoned, or I'd have been romantic, too. Sure. I made my
way along the railing until I was next to him.
"Rough sea," I said, almost shouting above the roar of water and wind
and creaking wood. He nodded. I looked
around, suddenly thinking how flimsy the ship was. I said, "Anything
unnatural about the weather?" He gave me a funny look. "Why do you
ask?"
"Tell you the truth, I don't know. Is there?" He shook his head.
Loiosh landed on my shoulder. ``Think we 're in for a storm?" I asked
him.
``How should I know ?''
"I thought animals had instincts about that kind of thing."
"Heh."
"What do you make of friend Aibynn?"
``I don't know, boss. He's funny.
"Yeah."
I checked the time through my link to the Orb, found out it was well
before noon, but long past when I usually break my fast, and realized
I was hungry. I started to ask Morrolan about food when it hit me. "I
have my link to the Orb again."
He nodded. Talkative son of a bitch.
"When did it happen?"
"During the night sometime."
"Well, that's a relief."
"Yes."
"What about food?"
"There's bread and cheese and whitefruit and dried kethna below."
"That'll do. Couldn't we just teleport home from here?"
"Go ahead. I'm in no hurry."
"If we run into a storm--"
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"I've decided that we won't."
"Ah. Never mind, then."
I went below again, found the food, and did appropriate things with it.
As the next day's dawn spilled an orangish tint on the sea to our right,
the city of Adrilankha peered down from the Whitecrest Hills and
spread her port and docks like a lap to receive us. The sailors gave us,
and Morrolan in particular, ugly looks, because they knew he'd
managed the winds that had brought us home so quickly, and Orca,
I've learned, believe that if one conjures fair winds, nature will
respond with a storm as soon as she can manage it. Perhaps they're
right. But Adrilankha, staring down at us like a great white bird, the
cliffs her wings and her head the great manor of the Lyorn Daro,
Countess of Whitecrest, didn't seem to care. Neither did I, for that
matter.
As we passed Beacon Rock, the crew raised a bucket of water from the
sea and spilled it on the deck, a ritual I've always wondered about,
since I'm told that Adrilankha is the only port at which it is
performed. They went through it mechanically, then prepared ropes
and did other sailor things that I understood no better than I had the
last time I saw them.
But I wasn't really watching then. Aliera was next to me, Morrolan
next to her, with Aibynn on my other side, and Cawti a little further
away. Loiosh was on my right shoulder. I wondered what was passing
through their minds as the city grew before us, one building at a time:
the Old Castle, where the Three Barons had practiced their strange
magics during an Athyra reign a few cycles ago; Michaa-gu's, perhaps
the best restaurant in the Empire except for Valabar's; the Wine
Exchange, fat and brown, built of stone that plunged deep into the
hill.
And behind them, the city. Or, rather, the cities, for we had each our
own: Aliera and Morrolan, who didn't live there, knew the Imperial
Palace and her surrounding Great Houses; a perpetually trimmed
garden below the slopes of the Saddle Hills. Aibynn, perhaps, saw a
place as strange and wild and unknown as his island was to me. Cawti
would see South Adrilankha, the Easterners' ghetto, with her slums
and her stench and her open-air markets and Easterners who walked
always lightly, ready to run from the Phoenix Guards, or the
occasional young Dzur adventurer, or damn near anyone else. I saw
the city that held my special place along Lower Kieron Road, where
the! bitter of violence mixed with the sweet of luxury, and you walked
with your eyes open, either to grab at a passing opportunity or to
prevent yourself from becoming one.
These cities loomed before us, one and many, growing larger and
more present as we watched; they took my eyes and held them as the
dock lieutenant signaled to our ship with the black and yellow flags of
safe harbor, and guided us in.
I was home, and I was afraid, and I didn't know why.
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TWO
Business Considerations
Lesson Six
DEALING WITH MIDDLE MANAGEMENT I
"PEOPLE ARE STARTING to ask about you, Vlad," said Kragar, two
minutes before the door blew down in front of us.
I was three days back from Greenaere. Cawti was off seeing her old
friend Kelly and his merry band of nut cases and I had returned to
running my business and trying to clean up South Adrilankha without
filing Surrender of Debts to the Empire. (This is a joke; the Empire
would not accept Jhereg debts. Just thought I should clarify that.)
Progress on all fronts was nil. That is, Cawti and I kept trying to talk
and it kept going around in circles. I still didn't have an office in South
Adrilankha, and I had no reliable reports coming in. I had not heard
from Verra. I didn't know what Aibynn thought of Adrilankha because
he didn't talk much; in fact, he wasn't around much. I still wondered
if he was a spy. I had explained the situation to Kragar, who had
suggested getting Daymar to probe his mind. The idea made me
uncomfortable, and I wasn't sure if it would even work. We were
discussing various alter-natives when Kragar suddenly said, "Never
mind that. There are more pressing problems, anyway."
"Like what?" I said, which is when he said, "People are starting to ask
about you, Vlad."
"What people?" I said.
"I don't know, but someone above you in the Organization."
"What's he asking about?"
"About that group of Easterners and your relationship with them."
"Kelly's people?"
"Yeah. Someone's afraid that you're involved with them."
"Can you find out--what was that? Did you just hear something?"
"I think so."
"Melestav, what's going on?"
"Commotion of some sort downstairs, boss. Should I check it out?"
"No, hang tight for now."
``Okay. I'll let you know if--'' He broke the connection, or it was
broken for him. I caught a quick flash of pain, as if he'd been hit.
I took a dagger into my right hand and held it out of sight below the
desk. Then came a rumble, and Loiosh yelled into my mind, and the
door blew down. There were six Jhereg standing in the doorway, all of
them armed. Melestav hung limp between two of them. There was
blood on his forehead. His eyes flickered open like a candle uncertain
if it should ignite, but then they focused. He caught my eye, turned his
head to the enforcers supporting him, taking a good hard look at each
one, then he looked back at me. He made a weak attempt at a smile
and said, "Someone here to see you, boss."
I kept my hands under the desk as I studied the intruders. They had to
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assume I was armed, but there were more of them than there was of
me. I was puzzled. I knew that they had not come in here specifically
to kill me, because there were too many of them for that. On the other
hand, I doubted their intentions were friendly.
One of them, a relatively short Jhereg with curly red hair and puffy
eyes, said, "Bring your hands up where we can see them."
I let another dagger fall into my left hand and said, "I'd just as soon
not, thanks."
He looked significantly at Melestav. I made a significant shrug. He
said, "There's someone who wants to see you."
I said, "Tell him I don't appreciate how he sends his invitations."
Puff-eyes looked at me for a moment, then said, "We haven't killed
any of your people--yet. And the gentleman who wants to see you is in
a hurry. It's probably in your best interest to let me see your hands."
He sounded like he had something caught in his throat.
"All right," I said, and brought my hands up. I was still holding the
daggers. I think they hadn't expected that.
Puff-eyes cleared his throat, which didn't help. He said, "You want to
put those down, or should we settle things right now?"
Six of them, one of me. All right. I deliberately turned and threw the
daggers, one at a time, into the center of the wall target. Then I turned
back to them, folded my hands, and said, "Now what?"
"Come with us," he said, and nodded to a bony Jhereg who looked like
he was made out of knotted rope. The latter made a few economical
gestures with his hands, and I felt the teleport begin to take effect. I
clenched my jaws against the nausea and wondered who could afford
to casually hire a sorcerer who could teleport seven at once. Or maybe
it wasn't as casual as it seemed. Maybe--but it was too late for that
kind of speculation.
Body and mind went through the sieve and emerged, more or less
unchanged, in a part of town I knew, in front of a lapidary's shop that
I also knew. I said, "Toronnan."
They didn't bother to answer, but then I hadn't really phrased it as a
question.
We made a parade into the shop where a fellow with the looks and in
the dress of the House of the Chreotha did long-fingered things with
thin silvery wire and a pair of curved pliers. I had it on good authority
that this "Chreotha" had at least three kills on his record; he played
his role, however, and didn't give us a glance as we went by.
My stomach, which always flops around when I teleport, was settling
down enough for me to be annoyed that Loiosh had been too far away
when the teleport went into effect. On the other hand, what could he
do? We came to a door at the end of a hallway of tan-colored wood
paneling, and one of my escort clapped.
"Come ahead," came the muffled sound from inside, and he opened
the door. Toronnan was my boss, if you will. That is, my area was
inside of his, and he got a cut of everything I made. In exchange for
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this, I was rarely bothered by anyone trying to push his way into my
area, and I got the benefits of the Jhereg connection inside the
Imperial Palace. His office was neither terribly impressive nor
revealing. He didn't have a knife target like I did, he didn't have any
psiprints of his family or scenes of gently sloping hillsides with happy
Teckla working the fields. Just a bookcase with a few folders neatly
tucked into it, a wooden desk with a smooth top and a neat array of
quill pens on one side, blotter, paper, and well on the other, a tray of
sweetmeats on the right corner, a pitcher of water with a half-full
glass next to it, a brandy decanter with six glasses near the pitcher.
There was one other chair, although there would have been room for
several. There were no windows, but that was hardly surprising.
Jhereg custom forbids assassination in or around one's home; it says
nothing about one's workplace.
Toronnan himself was a small, nervous-looking man, with almost
invisible eyebrows and thin lips. His demeanor might make one think
of him as weak and harmless, which he wasn't. As I walked in he stood
up and put a folder into the bookshelf next to him and motioned me to
sit. I did, he did, and he nodded to my escort. They closed the door
behind them. I liked it that he put whatever he was working on away;
sometimes people like to show how powerful they are by ignoring you
for a while. I said, "You know, you could have wheels installed on that
chair, so you could scoot over to the bookcase and not have to stand
up. That's how I do it. Saves time, you know."
He said, "No, this is about the only exercise I get these days." His
voice was smooth, like a minstrel's, and deep. It always made me want
to hear him sing.
"I understand," I said.
He kept his eyes fastened on mine. I was uncomfortably aware that
my back was to the door. Normally this doesn't bother me because
most of the time Loiosh is there.
After a moment he shook his head. "How long has it been, Baronet?
Three years that you've been working for me?"
"About that," I said.
He nodded. "You've been earning pretty good, and keeping your
buttons polished, and not spilling anyone's wine. There were people
in the Organization who were nervous about an Easterner trying to
run a territory, but I told them, 'Give the lad a chance, see what he
does,' and you've done all right."
This didn't seem to call for a response, so I waited.
"Of course," he continued, "there's been a bit of trouble from time to
time, but as near as I can tell you haven't started it. You haven't been
too greedy, and you haven't let anyone push you around. The money's
been coming in, and your books have been balancing. I like that."
He paused again; I waited again.
"But now," he said, "I'm hearing things I don't like so much. Any idea
what I've been hearing?"
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"You've heard that I use paper flowers on my dining table? It's not
true, boss. I--"
"Don't try to be funny, all right? I've heard that you've been
associating with a group of Easterners who want to bring about the
next Teckla reign early, or who maybe want to just throw the whole
Cycle out, or something on this order. I don't care what the
particulars are. But these people, their interests don't coincide with
ours. Do you understand this?"
I stared at the ceiling, trying to sort things out. The fact was, I didn't
really have anything to do with those people, except that my wife
happened to be one of them. But, on the other hand, I didn't feel like
explaining myself. I said, "To tell you the truth, I think these people
are harmless nuts."
"The Empire doesn't think so," he said. "And there are some people
above me in the Organization who don't think so, either. And there
are some who want to know what you're doing with them."
I said, "I've just taken over Herth's interest in South Adrilankha. Why
don't you relax for a while, see what the profits look like, and then
decide?"
He shook his head. "We can't do that. Word's come down from our
Imperial contacts that, well, you don't need to know the details. We
have to make sure that no one in our organization is involved with
those people."
"I see."
"Can I have your assurance that you won't be involved with them in
the future?"
He was staring at me hard. I almost felt threatened. I said, "Tell me
something: Why is that every time I talk to someone who's high up in
the Organization, you always sound the same? Do you go to some
special school or something?''
"I wouldn't say I'm high up," he said.
"Now you're just being modest. No, I take it back. The Demon doesn't
sound like the rest of you."
"How do we sound?"
"Oh, you know. The same sort of short sentences, like you want to get
in all the facts and nothing more."
"Does it work?"
"I guess so."
"Well, there you are."
"But if I ever get that high, am I going to sound like that, too? It
worries me. I may have to change all my plans for the future."
"Baronet, I know you're a real funny guy, okay? You don't have to
prove it to me. And I know you're tough, too, so you don't have to
prove that, either. But the people I'm dealing with on this aren't
interested in a jongleur, and they're a lot tougher than you are. Are we
clear on that?"
I nodded.
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"Good. Now, can you give me any assurances about these
Easterners?"
"I can tell you they don't like me. I don't like them, either. I don't have
any plans to have anything to do with them. But I control that area
now, and I'm going to run it as I see fit. If that brings me into contact
with them, I can't tell you how I'll handle it until it comes up. That's
the best I can do."
He nodded slowly, looking at me. Then he said, "I'm not sure that's
good enough."
I matched his gaze. I was armed and he knew it, but I was in his office,
in the one chair he had. If he had done half the things in his office that
I'd done in mine, he could kill me without moving a muscle. But
sometimes it's safer not to back down. I said, "It's the best I can do."
A moment later he said, "All right. We'll leave it at that and see what
happens. Leave the door open when you leave." He stood up as I did
and gave me a bow of courtesy. As I was leaving the building, the
sorcerer who'd brought me there offered to teleport me back. I
declined. It was only a couple of miles.
"But my feet are already sore," said Kragar.
The sorcerer jumped about twenty feet straight up. I managed not to,
though it was close.
"How long have you been here?" he said.
Kragar looked puzzled and said, "You teleported me yourself; you
should know."
I said, "Sorry, it looks like a walk today," and we left before the
sorcerer could decide if he ought to do anything. When we were safely
away, we let ourselves laugh good and hard.
It was well past midnight when Cawti returned. Rocza flew from her
shoulder and greeted Loiosh, while Cawti threw her gloves at the hall
stand, flopped onto an end of the couch, pulled her boots off, wriggled
her toes, stretched like a cat, and said, "You're up late."
"Reading," I said, holding up the heavy volume as evidence.
"What is it?"
"A collection of essays by survivors of Adron's Disaster and the early
years of the Interregnum.''
"Any good?"
"Some of them are. Most of them don't have anything to do with the
Adron's Disaster or the Interregnum, though."
"Dragaerans are like that."
"Yes," I said. "Mostly they want to talk about the inevitability of
cataclysm after a Great Cycle, or the Real True Ultimate Meaning of
the rebirth of the Phoenix."
"Sounds dull."
"Is, for the most part. There are a few good ones. There's an Athyra
named Broinn who says that it was the effort to use sorcery during the
Interregnum, when it was almost impossible, that forced sorcerers to
develop the skill that makes sorcery so powerful now."
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"Interesting. So he doesn't think the Orb was changed by going to the
Halls of Judgment?"
I nodded. "It's sort of an attractive theory."
"Yes, it is. Funny that it never crossed my mind."
"Nor mine," I said. "Seen our houseguest?"
"Not lately. He's probably all right."
"I guess. He's not the type to get himself into trouble. I still wonder if
he's a spy."
"Do you care?"
"I care if he made a dupe of me. Other than that, no. I don't feel any
special loyalty to the Empire, if that's what you're asking."
She nodded and stretched again, arms over her head. Her hair, long
and dark brown and curling just a bit at the end, was pleasantly
disarrayed over her narrow face. Her warm eyes always seemed big
for her face, and her dark complexion made it seem as if she was
always half in shadow. I ached for her, but I was getting used to that.
Maybe I'd get used to not seeing the little tic of her lip before she
made an ironic remark, or the way she'd stare at the ceiling with her
head tilted, her brow creased, and her wrists crossed on her lap when
she was really thinking hard about something. Maybe I'd get used to
that. Then again, maybe not.
She was looking at me, eyes big and inquiring, and I wondered if she
guessed what I'd been thinking. I said, "Are your people up to
anything that you can tell me about?"
Her expression didn't change. "Why?"
"I got called in today. The back room wants me to assure them I'm not
cooperating with Kelly. I think something's going on with the Empire,
and the Organization thinks something's going on in South
Adrilankha."
Her gaze didn't leave mine. "There's nothing going on that I can tell
you about."
"So you people are up to something."
She stared at me vacantly, a look that meant she was pondering
something, probably how much to tell me, and didn't want the
reflections of her thoughts careening across her face. At last she said,
"Not the way you mean it. Yes, we're organizing. We're building.
You've probably seen things in your own area."
"A few," I said. "But I can't tell how serious it is, and I need to know.''
"We think things are going to break soon. I can't give you details of--"
"How soon?"
"How soon what? An uprising? No, nothing like that. Vlad, do you
realize how easy it is for the Empire to find out what we're doing?"
"Spies?"
"No, although that's possible, too. I mean that the spells for listening
through walls are far more readily available to the Empire than the
spells to counteract them are to us."
"That's true, I guess." I didn't say that I had trouble imagining the
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Empire being concerned enough about them to bother; that wouldn't
have gone over well. On reflection, what with the Phoenix Guards all
over the place, it might not be true, either.
"All right," she continued. "That means that what we do can't really be
secret. So it isn't. When we make plans, we assume the Empire could
find out about them as they're made. So we don't hide anything. A
question like 'How soon?' doesn't mean anything, because all we're
doing is preparing. Who knows? Tomorrow? Next year? We're getting
ready for it. Conditions there--"
"I know about conditions there."
"Yes," she said. "You do."
I stared at her for a moment and tried to come up with something to
say. I couldn't, so I grunted, picked up my book, and pretended to
read.
An hour or so later Aibynn clapped at the door and came in. He
ducked his head like a Teckla, smiled shyly, and sat down. His drum
was clutched under his arm, as was something that looked like a
rolled-up piece of paper.
"Been playing?" I asked him.
He nodded. "I found this," he said, and unrolled the thing.
"Looks like a piece of leather," I said.
"It is," he said. "Calfskin." He seemed unreasonably excited.
"Don't you have cows on the island? I'm sure I saw--"
"But look how thin it is."
"Now that you mention it, it is pretty transparent. Are the cows
different here?"
He shook his head impatiently, "It's the tanning and cutting. I've
never seen calfskin this thin. It's as thin as fish skin, and warmer."
"Warmer?"
"That's how they make those big drums sound so good."
'' What big drums?''
"The ones outside the Imperial Palace, that they play every day to
announce the ceremonies and things."
"I've never noticed them."
"You haven't? They're huge, like this." He stuck his arms way out.
"And they get about ten of them going at once and--"
"Now that you mention it, I have heard some of that, behind the
homs, doing the Reckoning every day."
"Is that what it's called? But now I know how they get the drums to
sound that way. Calfskin. I'd never have believed it. They work better
in the air here, too."
"The air?"
"The air in the city is really dry. I haven't been able to make my drum
sound right since I got here."
This was the first time I'd ever heard anyone suggest that Adrilankha,
a city pushed flat against the southern coast, was too dry. "Oh," I said.
"Why do they wear masks?"
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"Who?"
"The drummers."
"Oh. Hmmm. I've never thought about it."
He nodded and wandered off to the blue room. As he left, he was
running his fingers across the piece of leather, still holding his drum
under his arm.
I noticed Cawti looking at me, but I couldn't read her expression.
"Calfskin," I told her. "They make the drums out of calfskin."
"Nothing to it, when you know," she said.
"Maybe that's our problem, though. Maybe the air here is too dry for
us."
She smiled gently. "I've suspected that for a long time."
I nodded and settled back in my chair. Rocza landed on her arm and
stared up at me quizzically. "Calfskin," I told her. She flew off again.
I sat in the lower east parlor of Castle Black and looked at the Lord
Morrolan. He didn't look so tall sitting down.
After a while he said, "What is it, Vlad?" '
"I want to talk about revolution."
He cocked his head and raised both eyebrows. "Please?"
"Revolution. Peasant uprising. Violence in the streets."
"What about it?"
"Could it happen?" - "Certainly. It has before."
"Successfully?"
"That depends upon the meaning you choose for success. There have
been rulers slain by their own peasants. During the War of the Barons
there was a case where an entire county--I believe Longgrass--was
turned into--"
"I mean more long-term success. Could the peasants take and hold
power?"
"In the Empire?"
"Yes."
"Impossible. Not until the Cycle points to the Teckla, in any case,
which will be several thousand years from now. We'll both be safely
dead by then."
"You're quite certain?"
"That we'll be dead?"
"No, that it couldn't happen."
"I'm certain. Why?"
"There's this group of revolutionaries that Cawti's gotten involved
with."
"Ah, yes. Sethra mentioned something about them a few weeks ago."
"Sethra? How would she know?"
"Because she is Sethra."
"Mmmm. What did she say?"
Morrolan paused, looking up at the ceiling as he remembered. "Very
little, actually. She seemed to be concerned, but I don't know why."
"Perhaps I should speak with her, then."
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"Perhaps. She will be coming here later this evening to discuss the
war.''
I felt a frown settle around my lips. "What war?"
"Well, there isn't one yet. But surely you've heard the news."
"No," I said hesitantly. "What news?"
"An Imperial cargo vessel, the Song of Clouds, was rammed and sunk
yesterday by raiders from Greenaere." "Greenaere," I said,
swallowing bile. "Oh."
Lesson Seven
MATTERS OF STATE I
MORROLAN, ALIERA, AND I lunched in the small den, with an
opening onto a balcony that looked down at the ground a mile below. I
did not partake of the view. Morrolan's cooks prepared a cold soup of
duck with cinnamon, an assortment of chilled fruit, kethna with
thyme and honey, various green vegetables with ginger and garlic,
and wafers dipped in a strawberry glaze. As was his custom, he laid
out several wines with the meal, rather than selecting one for each
course. I had a dry white from the Tan Coast, and stayed with it for
the whole meal, except for dessert, when I switched to what my
grandfather would have called plum brandy, but the Dragaerans
called plum wine.
The subject was war. Aliera's green eyes were bright as she speculated
about landings on Greenaere, while Morrolan thoughtfully
considered naval commissions. I kept trying to find out why it was
happening. After shrugging off the question several times, Aliera said,
"How can we know why they did it?"
"Well, hasn't there been any communication between the Empire and
the island?"
"Perhaps," said Morrolan. "But we know nothing of it."
"You could ask Norathar--"
"There is no need," said Aliera. "She'll tell us as much as she can,
when she can."
I glowered into my duck and tossed down more wine. I don't usually
toss wine down; I tend to drink it in installments of two or three gulps
at a time. Aliera, who holds her glass like she's holding a bird, bottom
two fingers properly under the stem, takes tiny lady-like sips at
dinner, but when she's out in the field, as I happen to know, she'll slug
it down like anyone else. Morrolan always holds the glass by the bowl,
as if it were a stemless tumbler, and takes long, slow sips, his eyes
looking across at his dinner partner, or the person with whom he is
speaking. Now he was looking at me. He replaced his glass, which
contained something thick and purple, and said, "Why are you so
interested?"
Aliera snorted before I had time to speak. "What do you think,
cousin? He was just there, and everyone was after him. He wants to
know if whatever he did caused this. I don't know why he should care,
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but that's what he's after."
I shrugged. Morrolan nodded slowly. "What did you do?"
"Nothing I can talk about."
"He probably killed someone," said Aliera.
Morrolan said, "Did you kill someone of sufficient importance to
prompt anger at the Empire?"
"Let's change the subject," I said.
"As you wish," said Morrolan.
Ginger and cinnamon were the main scents of this meal. Loiosh sat on
my left shoulder and received occasional scraps. He thought there
was too much ginger in the vegetable dish. I told him that, in the first
place, there was no such thing as too much ginger and, in the second,
jhereg don't eat vegetables. He was saying something jhereg in the
wild versus civilized jhereg when one of Morrolan's servants, an
elderly woman who moved like a Serioli water clock and had streaks
of black in her grey hair, entered and announced, "Sethra Lavode."
We all stood. Sethra entered, bowed slightly, and seated herself
between Aliera and me. She always preferred to be announced
without titles; part of her mystique, I guess, though I couldn't say if it
was sincere or contrived. You haven't met her yet, so picture if you
will a tall Dragaeran wearing a black blouse with big, puffy sleeves
drawn tight around her wrists, black trousers tucked into calf-high
black boots, a silver chain from which hung a pendant depicting a
dragon's head with two yellow gems for eyes, and long silver dangling---
things on her ears that glittered when she moved. She had the high,
sharp cheekbones of a Dragonlord and the pointed Dzur hairline. Her
eyes, which slanted upward as a Dzurlord's, were dark and set deep in
her head, and looking into them one always felt the danger of being
lost in the thousands of years of un-dead memory she held. Iceflame,
blue hilt against the black, created echoes inside my mind. She was a
vampire, a sorcerer, a warrior, and a statesman. Her powers were
legendary. Sometimes I thought she was my friend.
"You are discussing the war, I presume?" she said.
"We have been," said Morrolan. "Have you news?"
"Yes. Greenaere has formed an alliance with Elde Island."
Aliera and Morrolan exchanged looks that I couldn't interpret, then
Morrolan said, "That's rather surprising, considering their histories."
Sethra shook her head. "They haven't actually fought since before the
Interregnum."
"Last time we fought Elde," said Aliera, "Greenaere was on our side."
"Yes," said Sethra. "And they lost half their fleet for their trouble."
"Fleet?" said Morrolan. "Then they have a navy?"
"They have many fishing boats, and most of them are capable of long
voyages. The fishermen become their navy when they need one."
"Do they have a standing army?" asked Aliera.
"Not to speak of," I said.
They both looked at me. When I didn't elaborate, Morrolan cleared
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his throat and said, "Elde does."
"It seems strange," I said, "that they think they can win against the
Empire."
"Perhaps," said Aliera, "they're hoping it won't come to war."
"In that case, they're stupid," said Morrolan.
"Not necessarily," said Aliera. "They haven't done so badly in the past.
There have been nine wars with Elde, and-"
"Eleven," said Sethra. "Twelve if you include the first invasion of
Dragaerans, but I suppose we oughtn't to include that one."
"However many," said Aliera. "The Empire has never won decisively.
If we had, they'd be part of us."
Morrolan made a dismissing gesture. "They've always been hurt
worse than we have."
"Not always," said Aliera. "They attacked during the Ash Mountain
uprising, and we had to negotiate a peace. A common ancestor of ours
was beheaded for that fiasco, Morrolan."
"Ah, yes," he said. "I remember. But other than that--"
"And during the fifteenth Issola reign, they attacked again and we had
to sue for peace."
"There was a war with the East at the time." "All right, so as long as
we're not distracted--" "So," interrupted Sethra. "Just what is going
on in
South Adrilankha, Vlad?" First Morrolan, then Aliera stopped and
looked at me
as the significance of what she'd said hit. 96
Steven Brust
"Good question," I said. "I've been wondering about that myself."
Among my enforcers and bodyguards was a guy called Sticks, named
for his favorite weapon. I called him into my office and had him sit
down. He did, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his
demeanor relaxed. He always seemed relaxed. Even when he was in
action, which I've seen close up during a recent incident I don't care
to dwell on, he never seemed to be hurried or upset. I said to him,
"You told me once that you used to work connecting musicians with
inns that wanted music." He nodded.
"Do you still have much connection with it?" "Not really."
"Do you know the others in the business?" "Oh, yeah. There are eight
or ten who keep it pretty well locked up."
"Name some names."
"Sure. There's a woman named Aisse. I wouldn't work with her,
though." "Why not?"
He shrugged. "She never seems to know quite what she's doing. And
when she does, she never lets the musicians know. Word is she lies a
lot, especially when she screws up."
"Okay. Who else?"
"There's a fellow named Phent who doesn't lie quite as much, but he's
about as incompetent and he charges twice what everyone else does.
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He's got a lock on the low-life places. They suit him."
"I might need him. Where can I find him?" "Number fourteen
Fishmonger Street." "Okay, who else?"
"There's Greenbough. He's not too bad when he isn't drunk. D'Rai will
keep you working, but she'll also get a hold on you and try to keep
everything you play sounding the same. Most of the musicians I know
don't like that." "Blood of the goddess, Sticks, isn't there anyone good
in the business?"
"Not really. The best of the lot is an outfit run by three Easterners
named Tomas, Oscar, and Ramon. They have South Adrilankha and a
few of the better inns north of town."
"How do I reach them?"
"About a mile and a half up Lower Kieron, behind the Wolves' Den,
upstairs."
"I know the place. Okay, thanks."
"Mind if I ask why you're interested, boss?"
"I'd rather not say, at the moment."
"All right. That all?"
"Yeah. Have Melestav send Kragar in." As he shut the door, Kragar
said, "Mind if/ ask why you're interested, Vlad?"
I jumped, stared at him, and said, "Were you here the whole time?"
"I didn't know it was private."
"It doesn't matter. I'm after a couple of things. One is to see if I can
help Aibynn find work. The other is to get another source of
information in South Adrilankha. Musicians hear almost as much
gossip as whores."
"Makes sense."
"Since you've already got the information, why don't you go make
contact with that group behind the Wolves' Den?"
"What, you want me to do something safe and easy for a change?
Sure. What about this Aibynn? Will they need to hear him?"
"Maybe. I'll talk to him and send him by. But first see if they're
interested in making a little money on the side, without needing to
know who's paying them."
"Okay. Anything else?"
"No. Anything here?"
"Tevyar got excited again."
"Oh?"
"Some lorich owed him money and started acting tough, and Tevyar
tried to handle it on his own, got enthusiastic, and killed him. You
know how he is."
"Yes. He's an idiot. Revivifiable?"
"No. Crushed his head."
"Double idiot. Is it likely to cause any trouble?"
"Not as far as I can tell. He didn't leave any traces."
"That's a relief."
"Should we do anything about it?"
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I considered for a moment, then shook my head. "Not this time.
Having to cover the loss ought to teach him something. If not ..."
"Right."
Loiosh flew over to my shoulder from the coat rack. I scratched under
his chin. "What about Kelly's people? Anything to report?"
Kragar shifted in his chair and his normally expressionless face
fought with itself for a moment, as if uncertain how to settle down.
"The Empire has begun conscription in South Adrilankha." "So
soon?"
He nodded. "Only Easterners, too." "Interesting. Have Kelly's people
done anything about it?"
"They had some sort of parade. About a thousand people, give or
take."
I whistled. "Anything happen?"
"No. It looked like they were going to send in press gangs, but they
didn't."
"With a thousand crazed Easterners, I'm not surprised."
"There's supposed to be some sort of meeting or rally tomorrow
evening."
"Okay. Anything else?"
"Routine stuff. It's on your desk."
"Fly, then, and let me know what happens."
When he was gone, I looked at the scribbled notes he and Melestav
had left. I okayed credit for a couple of good customers, agreed that
we needed some new furnishings in one of my gambling places,
refused a request for additional manpower at another, and made a
few notes on my calendar for business meetings. None of which I
really needed to attend. In fact, I wasn't really needed for much of any
of this. Things had reached the point around the office where it would
practically run itself. I suppose I could have been bothered by this,
but actually I was pleased. I had worked very hard to get it to this
point. The irony was that it came just when I had the additional
problem of South Adrilankha to worry about, so I couldn't really
enjoy it. It crossed my mind that I would probably never reach the
point where I could just sit back and watch the money roll in, and only
deal with major problems.
But, on the other hand, maybe if that ever happened, I'd have too
much time on my hands.
Loiosh shifted on my shoulder and I scratched his chin. Conscription
in South Adrilankha. Why? Was war with Greenaere really imminent?
Was the war scare an excuse to harass Easterners? If the war was
real, had I caused it? If so, why had Verra sent me to shine the King?
Well, that part was easy: because she wanted the war. Why?
I called out to her, just to see if she felt like responding, but she didn't.
I wished I could ask her directly. I'd like to be able to find out what
was going on in the strange, non-human mind of hers.
I entertained sacrilegious thoughts for a while, but they got me
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nowhere, so instead I considered the war. If you looked at a map of
the Empire, the notion of war with Greenaere would seem laughable--
this huge monster of a landmass next to a little splotch shaped like a
banana. It made no sense. They must know that. The Empire must
know it. What was going on? Who was pushing whom, to try to do
what? What sort of intrigues were being played out in the Imperial
Palace? What sort of lunacies on Greenaere? What sort of
machinations in the Halls of Judgment?
"You know, boss, it might not matter. You might be out of it, now that
you've done what you were hired for.''
''Do you really think so?"
"No. "
''Neither do I."
I spoke to Aibynn that evening while waiting for Cawti to come back
home. I told him about that group behind the Wolves' Den. He
nodded, his eyes focused on something else.
"Why don't you go in and see them?" I said.
"What? Oh. Yeah. I'll do that."
The conversation faltered, and he went back to the blue room. I
chewed my lip, wondering. Loiosh stopped chasing Rocza around the
flat long enough to echo my own thoughts: "What a strange fellow,
boss."
"Indeed," I said. "But just strange, or does he have a game of some
sort?"
Cawti hadn't come home when I went to sleep that night, and she still
hadn't when I left the next morning. A year ago I'd have been frantic.
Half a year ago I'd have attempted to reach her psionically. Things
had changed.
When I got to the office, Melestav said, "Heard the news yet?"
I sighed. "No. Do I need to be sitting down?" "I'm not sure. Word is
out that Greenaere has made an
alliance with Elde Island." "Ah. Yes. I knew that." "How?"
"Never mind. Has anyone actually declared war?" "I've heard that the
Empire has declared war, that the
island has declared war, that the island has apologized, claiming it
was all a mistake, that Elde has come over to our side, that they have
some great new magic that will destroy us all, that the Empire is
surrendering and the islanders will be occupying the mainland, that--
" "In other words, nothing official." "Right." "Okay, thanks."
I went into my office to consider. Presently Kragar arrived and said,
"I spoke with Ramon and he went for it, Vlad. Jumped at it like a dzur
after dinner." I frowned. "Too eager?"
"I don't think so. I think they just need the money." "All right. We can
afford it, anyway. We'll need to set up someone to stay in touch with
them, unless you want to do it yourself.''
"No, thanks," he said. "I have enough to do as it is. I hardly have
enough time to--"
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah. How about Sticks?" He nodded. "That makes
sense. I'll talk to him. Any suggestions for the information exchange?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you want it all going through Sticks, or through Sticks and
me, or Sticks and you, or what?"
"Oh." I considered. "Why don't we do the recognition symbol bit?"
"A ring or something?"
"Yeah. Go get a few rings made, and give me one, one to Sticks, and
keep one yourself. And keep close track of what happens to them all."
"All right, I'll talk to Sticks and take care of it this afternoon."
"Good. Another thing: I want to know what happens at this big get---
together they're supposed to be having today in South Adrilankha."
"Okay."
Within six hours my arrangements with the firm of Tomas, Oscar, and
Ramon had paid off. First, they managed
to find Aibynn a job with a musician of the House of the Issola who
played Eastern instruments to accompany his singing of pre---
Interregnum ballads. Second, they were the ones who, through Sticks,
brought me word that most of Kelly's organization, including Cawti,
had been arrested.
Lesson Eight
DEALING WITH MIDDLE MANAGEMENT II
ONE OF THE easiest and yet most effective offensive uses of sorcery
involves simply grabbing as much energy from the Orb as you can
handle without destroying yourself, channeling it through your body,
and directing it at whomever or whatever you want to damage. The
only defense is to grab as much energy as you can handle without
destroying yourself and use it to block or deflect the attack.
It so happens that I've acquired a length of gold chain which, used
properly, acts to interrupt any sort of spell sent against me, so I'm
pretty safe from this kind of thing. But once, in the middle of a battle I
should never have been in, I was hit from behind.
It felt like I was burning from the inside, and for what seemed like
minutes I could feel veins, arteries, and even my internal organs
burning. Every muscle in my body contracted, and I felt the muscles
in my thighs attempt to break both of my legs and almost succeed. A
Dragon warrior who was standing about fifteen feet in front of me
was struck by an arrow at about that same time, and I spent minutes
watching him fall over. I smelled smoke, and saw that it was coming
from under my shirt, and realized with a horrible sick feeling that the
hair on my chest and on the backs of my arms was burning. I knew
that my heart had stopped, and my eyeballs felt hot and itchy. All
sound vanished from the world, and returned only very slowly,
beginning with a horrible buzzing, as if I'd been stuck in a bee's nest.
It amazed me that there was no pain, and amazed me even more when
I realized that my heart had started beating again. Even then it wasn't
over, because for a while I couldn't stand up; efforts to move my legs
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only made them twitch. When, after several minutes, I was able to
stand, I remember trying to pick up my sword and being unable to,
because trying to take a step toward it led me off in a different
direction, and efforts to extend my hand caused it to reach
somewhere I had not intended. It was twenty or thirty minutes, I
believe, before the effect wore off, during which time I was in the grip
of a terror the like of which I'd never felt.
Since that time, the memory has come back at odd times, and always
very strongly. It isn't like pain, which you don't really remember--the
incident was burned, and I think I mean that literally, into my brain--
so sometimes all the sensations wash over me, and I can't breathe and
I wonder if I'm going to die.
This was one of those times.
The incident on Greenaere was the fourth time I'd been imprisoned.
The first was the hardest, just because it was first, but none had been
easy. By removing someone's freedom of movement, you remove
some measure of his dignity, and the thought of this happening to
Cawti, to the woman whose eyes crinkled when she grinned, and who
threw her head back when she laughed so her dark, dark hair rippled
across her shoulders, to the woman who had guarded my back, to the
woman who--to the woman who didn't know if she loved me
anymore, to the woman who was throwing away her happiness and
mine for a pail full of slogans. It was almost more than I could stand.
"You all right, boss?" said Sticks, and I came back to an awareness of
him, staring up at me and looking worried.
"After a fashion," I said. "Get Kragar." I leaned back in the chair and
closed my eyes. Presently I heard Kragar's voice. "What is it, Vlad?"
"Shut the door."
The latch, Kragar's footsteps, his body settling into the chair, the
rustle of Loiosh's wings, my own heartbeat. "Find me detailed plans of
the dungeons of the Imperial Palace." "What?"
"They're below the lorich Wing." "What's going on?" ''Cawti's been
arrested.''
A break in the conversation stretching out to the horizon, infinite,
timeless. "You can't be thinking of--" "Get them." - "Vlad-" "Just do
it." "No."
I opened my eyes, sat up, and looked at him. "What?" "I said no."
I waited for him to continue. He said, "A few weeks ago you lost
control and almost got yourself killed. If you lose control again you're
on your own."
"I haven't asked you--"
"But I'm not going to cut wood for your barge."
I studied him carefully, my thoughts running quickly, although I don't
recall the substance.
At last I said, "Get out."
He left without another word.
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I don't remember any nausea following the teleport to Castle Black,
nor do I remember what Lady Teldra said in greeting when I came
through the portals. I found Morrolan and Aliera in the front room of
the library, where the chairs are the most comfortable and he most
enjoys sitting. It is the largest of the rooms, but has fewer books than
the others, with more room for browsing, sitting, or pacing. Morrolan
sat, Aliera stood, I paced. "What is it, Vlad?" he said after I made a
few trips past him.
"Cawti's been arrested. I want your help in breaking her out."
He marked his place with a thin strip of gold-inlaid ivory and set his
book down. "I'm sorry she's been arrested," he said. "With what is she
charged?"
"Conspiracy."
"Conspiracy to what?"
"It isn't specified."
"I see. Will you have wine?"
"No, thank you. Will you help?"
"What do you mean by breaking her out?"
"What does it sound like?"
"It sounds like what we did to get you off of Greenaere."
"Exactly."
"Why do you wish to do that?"
I stopped pacing long enough to look at his face, to see if this was
some form of humor. I decided it wasn't. "She broke me out," I told
him.
"It was the only way to free you."
"Well?"
"I would suggest, with the Empire, that we try other methods first.
Her former partner is the Heir, after all." |
I stopped. I hadn't thought of that. I allowed Morrolan to pour me
some wine, which I drank and didn't taste.
Then I said, "Well?"
"Well what?" said Morrolan, but Aliera understood and excused
herself from the room. I sat down and waited. We didn't speak until
Aliera returned, perhaps ten minutes later.
"Norathar," she said, "will do what she can."
"What is that?" I asked.
"I hope enough."
"Had she known?"
"That Cawti was arrested? No. It seems there has been quite a bit of
trouble in the Easterners' quarter, though, and that group she's in has
been in the middle of it."
"I know."
"There are several such groups, actually, all over South Adrilankha,
and the Empress is worried about the potential for destruction."
"Yes."
"But Norathar has some influence. We shall see." "Yes."
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I brooded for a while, staring at the floor between my feet, until
Loiosh said, ' 'Careful, boss,'' at the same time Aliera said, "Who is
'she' and who is 'he'?"
"Eh?"
"You just said something about why did she want him dead."
"Oh. I didn't realize I was speaking aloud."
"You weren't exactly, but you were broadcasting your thoughts so
strongly you might as well have been."
"I guess I'm distracted."
"Well, who is she?"
I shook my head and went back to brooding, being a little more
careful this time. Morrolan read, Aliera stroked a grey cat who had set
up shop in the library. I finished the wine and refused a second glass.
"Tell me," I said aloud, "where the gods come from."
Morrolan and Aliera looked at me, then at each other. Morrolan
cleared his throat and said, "It varies. Some are actually Jenoine who
survived the creation of the Great Sea of Chaos. Others are servants of
theirs who managed to adapt when it occurred and use its energy,
either while it was happening or during the millennia that followed."
"Some," added Aliera, "are simply wizards who have become
immortal, and acquired the power to exist on more than one plane at
the same time."
"Well, then," I said, "how are they different from demons?"
"A matter of interpretation only," said Morrolan. "Demons can be
summoned and controlled, gods cannot."
"Even by other gods?"
"Correct."
"So if a god were to control another god, that god would become a
demon?"
"That is correct. If we were to learn of it, we would begin to refer to
that god as a demon."
"It seems pretty arbitrary."
"It is," said Aliera. "But it's still significant. If a god is just a force with
a personality, it makes a big difference whether it can be controlled,
don't you think?"
"What about the Lords of Judgment?"
"What about them?"
"How do they get there?"
"War," said Morrolan, "or bribery, or from friendship with other
gods."
"Why do they want to?"
"I don't know," said Morrolan. "Do you, Aliera?"
She shook her head. "Why all the questions?"
"Something to talk about," I lied.
"Do you wish to become a god?" asked Morrolan. "Not particularly," I
said. "Do you?"; "No. I don't care for the responsibility."
I snorted. "To whom are they responsible?" "To themselves, to each
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other." "Your Demon Goddess doesn't seem particularly responsible."
Aliera jerked upright, almost stood, and her hand almost went for
Pathfinder. I drew back. "Sorry," I said. "I didn't think you'd take it
personally."
She glowered at me for a moment, then shrugged, Morrolan looked at
Aliera, then turned back to me and said, "She is responsible, though.
She's unpredictable, and capricious, but she rewards loyalty, and she
won't cause a servant to act in a way that will harm him."
"What if she makes a mistake?"
He looked at me closely. "There's always that danger, of course."
I said no more, but considered what I'd been told. It still felt just a bit
scandalous to be speaking of my patron goddess this way, as if she
were a mutual acquaintance whose strengths and weaknesses of
character we might bandy about for amusement. But if what they'd
told me was true, then either she had some sort of plot going which
would, perhaps accidentally, make everything come out all right, or
else something had screwed up at, let's say, a very high level.
Or Morrolan and Aliera were wrong, of course.
Lady Teldra appeared at the door and announced the Princess
Norathar: Duchess of Ninerocks, Countess of Haewind, et cetera, et
cetera, and Dragon Heir to the Throne. Not as tall as Morrolan, not as
strong-looking as Sethra, yet she had a grace about her movements.
Ex-assassin was left out of the list, but as an assassin, she had worked
with Cawti as part of one of the most sought-after teams of killers in
the Jhereg, hard as that was to believe listening to either one of them
now. I knew something about her skills as a fighter; she'd killed me
once.
Norathar walked over to the tray of strong liquors, found a brownish
one that she liked, and poured herself a tumbler full. She took a good
third of it off the top and stood facing us. She said, "The Empress has
given leave for the Lady Taltos to be released. The Lady Taltos has
refused."
She sat down then and had some more of her drink. Loiosh, on my
right shoulder, squeezed with his talons.
"Refused?" I said at last, in what I think was a steady voice.
"Yes," said Norathar. "She explained that she would wait with her
companions until they were all free." I could now hear the strain of
her voice, as she worked to speak clearly and calmly. She was a
Dragonlord down to her toes, like Morrolan and Aliera, and in the
time since she'd been made the Heir, she had changed, so these days
she seemed more tightly controlled than either of them. But now this
control was frightening, as if it only barely held in check a rage that
could destroy Castle Black.
I noticed all of this with the back of my mind, as I concentrated on
keeping my own temper in check, at least until I could decide at whom
it should be directed.
Then, suddenly, I realized who that should be, and I said, "Lord
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Morrolan, you have a room, high up in a tower, with many windows in
it. I would like to visit that place."
He looked at me for a long moment before he said, "Yes. Go, Vlad,
with my blessing."
Left out the door, down the hallway to the wide, black marble
stairway leading to the Front Hall. Down the stairs, out of the Hall
toward the South Wing, then up, jog past the lower dining room, past
the southern guest rooms, up a half-flight, turn around, around,
through a heavy door that opens to my command, since I work for
Morrolan and helped set up the spells that guard it.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, boss?" ``Of course not. Don't ask
stupid questions.'' "Sorry."
A room all in black, lit by candles made from tallow from fat rendered
from the hindquarters of a virgin with wicks made from the roots of
the neverlost vine, whole scented with cradleberry, so the room
smelled lik the last dregs of a sweet wine just starting to turn to
vinegar. Four of them were lit, and they danced to celebrate my
arrival.
Artifacts of Morrolan's experiments in witchcraft littered small and
large tables, and his stone altar, black against black, was just barely
discernible at the far end. Here I had lain helpless while Morrolan
battled a demon that had taken his own sword from him. Here I had
parlayed with spirits from my ancestral home for the release of the
Necromancer's soul. Here I had battled with my own likeness, come
to take me to that land from which none return.
But never mind, never mind. I stepped onto the narrow, metal
stairway, which twisted around and brought me at last into the Tower
of Windows, where I had once tortured a sorceress into releasing the
spells that prevented Morrolan's revivification. That was pretty
recent, and the taste of the experience was still in my mouth. But
never mind that, either.
The surest way to achieve communion with Verra, the Demon
Goddess, involves human sacrifice, which my grandfather had made
me swear never to do. Yet I believe that if I had had the means at
hand, I would have done so then. I looked about the tower, filled with
windows which did not look upon the courtyard below, some of which
did not look upon the world I knew, some of which did not look upon
reality as I understood it. I tried to prepare my mind for what I was
about to do.
I arbitrarily picked a window, a low wide one, and sat down before it.
It looked out upon dense fog, swirling, through which I saw trees and
tall shrubs, as well as quick movements that were probably small
animals. I had no way of knowing if I was seeing my own world or
some other, nor did it matter.
Loiosh settled onto my shoulder, and his mind merged more fully
with my own. I went back to my earliest memories concerning the
Demon Goddess, instructions from my grandfather in the proper
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rituals, tales of battles with other gods, especially Barlen, her enemy
and lover. I remembered seeing her in the Paths of the Dead, her
strange voice, and her multi-jointed fingers, and her eyes that seemed
to see past me and into me at the same time. I remembered her when
she had commissioned me to kill the King of Greenaere; was it only
days ago?
As I remembered, and let myself be filled by the awe of the Easterner
and the respect of the Dragaeren, it occurred to me that blood
sacrifice may be carried out in more than one way. I took my dagger
and sliced open my left palm, hardly noticing the pain. "Verra!" I
cried. "Demon Goddess of my ancestors! I come to you!" I scattered
droplets of blood through the window.
They vanished into the fog, which swirled and lightened, until in a few
short moments it was a pure featureless white. This, too, seemed to
shift, until I saw once more the hallway through which I had walked,
following mist and a black cat. There were a few drops of blood on the
floor.
I stood and stepped through the window. Same hallway, same
confusion of distance and dimension due to the featureless white.
This time there was no black cat to guide me, however. I wondered
which way to go, and I wondered, too, if it mattered. There was no
window behind me. Loiosh shifted on my shoulder and said, "That
way feels right, boss.'' On reflection, it felt right to me, too, so I
sheathed the dagger and began walking.
The mist never appeared, either, so perhaps that had been arranged
for my benefit; the Demon Goddess seemed to me quite capable of
theatrics. No mist, no cat, no sound, but the doors appeared much
sooner than they had the last time. In a way, it would be oddest if that
corridor really was just a corridor, of some fixed length, and it took
however long to walk it depending on where one appeared.
This time, standing before the doors, I studied the carvings a bit. At
first glance, they seemed to be abstract designs, yet as I looked I began
to pick out or imagine shapes: trees, a mountain, a pair of wheels,
what might have been a man with a hole in his chin, something else
that might have been a fanciful four-legged beast with a tentacle
where its nose ought to be and a pair of horns emerging from its
mouth, perhaps an ocean below what I'd thought was a mountain but
now seemed to be a stick supporting a circular blob.
I shook my head, looked again, and they were all abstract designs
again. Who knows how much was there and how much I'd supplied?
For lack of anything else to do, I clapped at the doors and waited for
one very, very long minute. I clapped once more and waited again. I
still had my link to the Orb, and I thought of seeing if I could force or
blow the doors open, but then I thought better of it.
"Good thinking, boss."
"Shut up, Loiosh. Do you have any great ideas?"
"Yes. Strike it with your fists, like Easterners are supposed to.''
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``And if there are defensive spells on it to destroy anyone who touches
it?"
``Good point. There's always Spellbreaker.''
I nodded. That was an idea. I stood there like an idiot a little longer,
then sighed and let the gold chain fall into my left hand. I swung it
around, then stopped. "Perhaps this isn't such a good idea.''
"You have to do something, boss. If you're worried about protections,
hit it with Spellbreaker. If not, either strike it or just see if it will push
open. "
I considered for a while, then got mad at myself for standing there
like an idiot. Before I could come to my senses, I whirled the chain
around and lashed out at the door. It hit with a clank of metal against
wood which instantly died out. There were no sensations, I felt no
sorcery, and, fortunately, Spellbreaker left no mark on the door.
I pushed the right-hand door, and it creaked a bit but barely moved.
However, when it swung back, there was a gap between the two doors
sufficient for my fingers. I pulled the door, which was as heavy as it
seemed, and it slowly opened enough for me to slip inside.
As I walked forward, I saw the shimmer and sparkle in the air that I'd
seen before at Verra's appearance and disappearance. It occurred to
me that perhaps that was how it would look to an observer when I
stepped through to her realm.
In the time it took to form those thoughts, she had arrived. Her eyes
followed me as I approached her throne, and when I got near, the cat,
whom I hadn't noticed against the folds of her white gown, jumped
down and inspected me. Loiosh tensed on my shoulder.
``There's something about that cat, boss. ..."
"That wouldn't surprise me a bit, Loiosh."
I stopped at a convenient distance before her throne and waited to see
if she would speak first. Just when I was deciding that she wouldn't,
she said, "You're getting blood on my floor."
I looked down. Yes, indeed, my palm was still bleeding, and the blood
was running down Spellbreaker, which still hung from my left hand,
and was slowly splattering onto the white tiles. I turned my palm
over, and Spellbreaker came to life, as it has done every now and
then; before, to hold itself upright, like a yendi about to strike. There
was a tingling in my hand then that ran up my arm, and as I watched,
the cut stopped bleeding and closed\* up, leaving a faint pink scar.
I hadn't known Spellbreaker could do that.
I carefully wrapped it around my left arm again and said, "Shall I
scrub the floor for you?"
"Perhaps later."
I looked for traces of humor on her long, strange face, but didn't see
any. I did, however, identify what made her face seem so odd: Her
eyes were set too high. Not by much, you understand, but the bridge
of her nose was ever so slightly lower on her forehead than on a
human or a Dragaeran. The more I studied it, the stranger it seemed.
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I turned away from her.
"Why have you come here?" she said. Still looking away, I said, "To
question you."
"Some might believe that presumptuous."
"Yeah, well, I'm just that kind of guy."
"Apparently. Ask, then."
I turned back to her. "Goddess, I asked before why you chose me to
kill the King of Greenaere. Perhaps you answered me fully, perhaps
not. Now I ask this: Why was it necessary that he die?"
Her eyes caught mine and held them, and I trembled in spite of
myself. If she was trying to intimidate me, she succeeded. If she was
trying to convince me to withdraw the question, she failed. At last she
said, "For the good of the people in the Empire, both Dragaerans and
Easterners."
"Bully," I said. "Can you be mere specific about that? So far, the
results have been the death of the crew of a Dragaeran freighter and
the arrest of several Easterners, including my wife."
"What?" she said, her eyebrows rising. I don't think I was really, truly
frightened until then, until I realized that I had surprised her. That
was when my stomach twisted itself into knots and my mouth went
dry.
"The organization of which my wife is a member--"
"What of them? Were they all arrested?"
"The leaders, at least. This Kelly, my wife, several others."
"Why?"
How should I know? I suppose because they refused conscription,
and--"
"Refused conscription? That fool. The whole point was--" She cut
herself off abruptly.
"Was what?"
"It doesn't matter. I underestimated this man's arrogance."
"Well, that's just great," I said. "You underestimated--"
"Quiet," she said, snapping the word out like an arrow past my ear. "I
must consider what to do to rectify my error."
"Just what were you trying to do, anyway?"
She stared at me. "I do not choose to tell you at this time."
I said, "It was all directed at Kelly's people in the first place, wasn't
it?"
"Kelly, as I've said, is a fool."
"Maybe, but judging by what happened before, he knows what he's
doing."
"Certainly he does, in a narrow field. He is a social scientist, if you
will, and a very skilled one in certain ways. He studied--it doesn't
matter."
"Tell me." I don't know what got into me that caused me to start
interrogating her like a button-man who'd been sloughing off, but I
did it.
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Her mouth twitched. "Very well. During the Interregnum, when your
people--Easterners--roamed over the Empire like jhereg on a
dragon's corpse--"
"Yum."
"Shut up."
"--many vaults were unearthed that had lain buried and forgotten for
so long that you cannot conceive of the time. Some of these were
records preserved by the House of the Lyorn, who have the skill to
preserve things that ought to be allowed to crumble away. Or perhaps
we should not blame them--it's been said that one cannot kill ideas."
"What ideas were unearthed?"
"Many, my dear assassin. It was an amazing time growth, those four
hundred and ninety-seven years of interregnum. Sorcery was all but
impossible then, so that only most skilled could perform even the
simplest spells. Conversely, this skill was passed on and retained, and
taught to those whose interest ran in that direction.
What was the result? Now, when the Orb is back, sorcery has grown
so strong from the new skills that what was
inconceivable before the Interregnum, and impossible during it, is
now commonplace. Teleportation on such a level
that some fear it will replace trade by ship and road. War magics so
strong that some believe the individual fighter
will soon become a thing of the past. Even resurrection of the dead
has become possib--"
"What has this to do with Kelly?"
"Eh? My apologies, impatient Easterner. Things were discovered by
your people, during that time, things that
go all the way back to those who first discovered this world."
"The Jenoine?"
"Before the Jenoine."
"Who--?"
"It doesn't matter. But ideas that have been preserved far too long,
and from another place, lay dormant until then. And even when they
were unearthed, no one understood them for nearly two hundred
years, until this Kelly-"
"Goddess, I don't understand."
She sighed. "Kelly has his hands on the truth about the way a society
works, about where the power is, and the cause of the injustice he
sees. But it is truth for another time and another place. He has built
an organization around these ideas, and because of their truth, his
organization prospers. But the truth he has based his policies on, the
fuel for this fire he is building, has no such strength in the Empire.
Perhaps in ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand, but not now.
And by proceeding as he has, he is setting up his people to be
massacred. Do you understand? He is building a world of ideas with
no foundation beneath them. When they collapse ..." Her voice trailed
off.
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"Why don't you tell him so?"
"I have. He doesn't believe me."
"Why don't you kill him?"
"You don't kill ideas like that by killing the one who espouses them. As
fertilizer aids the growth of the tree, so does blood--"
"So," I said, "you decided to start a war, thinking they'd march off and
forget their grievances so they could fight for their homeland? That
doesn't--"
"Kelly," she said, "is smarter than I thought he was, curse him. He's
smart enough to destroy every Easterner, and most of the Teckla, in
South Adrilankha."
"What are you going to do?"
"Consider the matter," she said.
"And what do you want me to do?"
"I'm sending you home at once. I need to consider this." She gestured
with her right hand, and I found myself, once more, before a window
in Morrolan's tower. The window looked upon the face of the Demon
Goddess, who stared at me and said, "Try to stay out of trouble, will
you?"
The window faded to black.
Lesson Nine
MAKING FRIENDS I
Morrolan and Aliera were where I'd left them, Norathar had gone. I
checked through the Orb and discovered that I'd been gone less than
two hours, and most of that time had been taken up walking to and
from the tower. I sat down and said, "I'll take that refill of wine now."
Morrolan poured it and said, "Well?"
"Well what?"
"What happened? I should judge that you have just had a moving
experience of some sort."
"Yes. Well. I suppose. I haven't discovered anything that will help get
Cawti out of the Imperial Dungeons."
Aliera shifted. "Did you see Verra?"
"Yes."
"What did she say, then?"
"Many things, Aliera. It doesn't matter."
Morrolan considered me, probably wondering whether he ought to
push for more information. I guess he decided not to. Aliera was
frowning.
"Well, then," said Aliera, after a moment. "We're back to planning
another jailbreak. We've been doing quite a bit of that lately. I
wonder if the Cards would have predicted it, had I thought to attempt
a reading."
"I don't think a jailbreak is in order," I said.
Aliera turned her blue eyes on me. "Why not?"
"If Cawti won't accept an Imperial pardon, what makes you think
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she'll accept being broken out by force?"
Aliera shrugged. "We'll have to get the whole batch of them, that's
all."
I shook my head. "I don't think they'll go. I think they want to stay in
prison until they're all released together."
"What makes you think so?"
"I've spoken to them. That's how they think."
"They're nuts," said Aliera.
"That's more true than you know," I said. "Or less."
"And so," said Morrolan, who had never looked happy about the
notion of breaking into the Imperial Dungeons, "what do you
suggest?"
"I'm not certain. I'll have to think about it. But I know what I'm going
to do first: find out just what, by the blood on Verra's floor, is going
on in South Adrilankha."
"Blood on Verra's floor?" said Morrolan. "I don't think I've heard that
oath before."
"No," I said. "You probably haven't."
The next day was going to be short. That is, it was the day before the
Festival of the New Year, so most people quit working around noon. I
kept all of my people working, since Holy Days are some of our best
times, but I gave them all bonuses. I had no idea if either of the people
I needed to see was going to be working all day, some of the day, or
not at all, so I awoke much earlier than usual. I broke my fast and
spent some time throwing things for the jhereg to snatch out of the air
and fight over. ``Loiosh, Rocza seems funny. Is she pregnant?'' "Huh?
No, boss. At least, I don't think so. I mean, the way things work--"
"Never mind. What is it, then?"
"Well you know she's been a little closer to Cawti than I have, so, I
mean-"
"Oh, I get it. All right."
I slugged down my klava, dressed, collected Loiosh and Rocza, and
headed out for my first errand. Aibynn was in the blue room but
hadn't stirred. I envied him.
Kelly's group had moved twice since the last time I'd visited their
headquarters, and this last place was a great deal different from the
others. Up until now they'd met in a flat that two or three of them
lived in, but they'd recently found an empty storefront not too far
from one of the farmer's markets that appeared irregularly all over
South Adrilankha. Whatever windows it once had were boarded up,
either as a painfully inadequate defensive gesture or because they
couldn't afford oiled paper or window glass. I stood there for a while
and considered. As always when visiting the Easterners' part of town,
I felt a slight relaxation of tension, but this time it was hardly
noticeable as I studied the low, wood-frame building.
It was pretty obvious, once you got near it, both for the banner hung
across the front that read "Stop Press Gangs!" and for the troop of
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Phoenix Guards who stood across the street from it, silent and
ominous, ignoring the dirty looks they got from passersby. As Cawti
had said, they all seemed to be Dragonlords and Dzur. That is, they
were professionals, not conscripted Teckla, which meant there'd be
no reasoning with them, and they'd fight well.
But never mind that. I watched from down the street where I could
keep an eye on both the Phoenix Guards and whoever went through
the door of the storefront. Eventually someone I recognized went in. I
left my place, waved cheerfully to the goldcloaks, and followed him in.
He greeted me with all the warmth I remembered from our previous
encounters. "You," he said.
"My dear Paresh," I told him. "How is it that they didn't arrest you,
too? No, no, let me guess. They only hauled in the Easterners. Either
they decided that a Dragaeran, even if a Teckla, doesn't deserve
prison, or they decided that a Teckla, even if a Dragaeran, must be
harmless. Am I right?"
"What do you want?"
"My wife back. How do you propose to get her out of prison?"
``We will be giving a demonstration of our strength tomorrow. We
expect five thousand Easterners and Teckla, all of them committed to
fighting until conscription stops and our friends are released. Many of
them are determined to fight until the Empire itself is run by us, and
for us. Do you have all that, or shall I repeat it?"
"I'll read it back to you: You aren't doing anything except shouting at
each other about how mad you are and hoping the Empress laughs
herself to death."
"She didn't laugh much a few weeks ago, when she pulled the troops
out of South Adrilankha."
"They are, however, back."
"For the moment. But if we have to shut down--"
"Shut down your mouth, Paresh. I came here to find out if you had
any plans for getting my wife out of the Imperial Dungeons. It seems
you don't. That's all I wanted to know. Good day."
As I turned away, he said, "Baronet Taltos," and put such scorn into
my title that I almost dropped him right then and there. I didn't, but I
did stop and turn back to; face him. He said, "Consider how your wife
will react if | you find some way to yendi her out of prison, while
everyone else stays there. Think it over."
I felt a sneer growing on my face, but I didn't give him the satisfaction
of letting him see it. I walked out the door and headed back toward my
own side of town, where everyone hated me for reasons I was more
comfortable with.
All right, so I couldn't count on them. I hadn't really thought I could,
but they deserved to be asked. Where did
that leave me? Nowhere, probably. I stopped my walk long enough to
make contact with Kragar. "Any news?"
``Those minstrels sure hear things, Vlad. They're better than the street
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tags. They play the court, and they listen, and they gossip. That was a
great idea. "
"Save the praise, Kragar. Have we learned anything?" "We sure have.
The big arrest of Easterners was--urn, I'm not certain you 're going to
like this. " "Let's have it. "
"Okay. It was by request of and based on information supplied by the
Imperial representative of House Jhereg. " I took a deep breath and,
for no reason I'm aware of, my hands went through the automatic
gestures that check to make sure my various concealed weapons are
in their proper places.
"Okay, Kragar. Thanks. Anything else?" "Nothing out of the
ordinary." "I'll be in touch."
I was wearing my usual cloak, but it was clean. The grey tunic I'd put
on was in good shape, and my trousers, while not really suitable for
court, weren't bad. My boots were a bit scuffed and dirty, so I stopped
when I was back in Dragaeran country and had a Teckla clean and
polish, them, for which I tipped him well. Then, to keep them clean, I
carefully teleported to the vicinity of the Imperial Palace.
I leaned against the nearest wall and counted passersby until my
stomach felt well again, then made my way around to the path which
led to the Jhereg Wing. There were two old men standing outside it
pretending to be guards (who in his right mind would break into the
Jhereg Wing?), to whom I nodded as I went by. Inside, a cheerful
young man in grey and black was sitting behind a short oak table. He
asked my business.
"Count Soffta," I said.
"Have you an appointment, my lord?"
"Naturally."
"Very well. That door, up the stairs, all the way to the back.''
"Quite."
"A pleasant afternoon, my lord."
"Yes."
Every inch the nobleman, that's what I am. Heh. The cheerful young
man's identical twin was sitting behind the table's identical twin. He
asked my business. The table remained mute.
"Count Soffta," I said.
"Have you an appointment, my lord?"
"No."
"What name shall I give?"
"Baronet Taltos."
There was a bit of a twinge to his eyebrows, as if maybe he'd heard the
name, but that was all. "A moment, if you please" and he was silent
for a few heartbeats. Then he said, "You may go in, my lord."
"Thank you."
There's a saying that goes, "Only Issola live in the Palace," and it may
be true. That is, if it were possible for a Jhereg to look like an Issola,
Soffta did. His build was a bit chest-heavy, his face was regular, with
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the narrow forehead and peaked crown, and his movements were
smooth and slow, and seemed practiced. No, he didn't really look like
an Issola, but about as close as a Jhereg can come. His office had four
comfortable-looking chairs and a view of the courtyard. Each chair
had its own round, three-legged table on which the guest could set his
drink, made from the bar at the far end of the room. All very nice and
non-threatening, it was.
He motioned me to a seat. "Baronet Taltos," he said. "A pleasure.
Drink? I have some Fenarian wine."
Issola. "That would be nice," I said. I saw the bottle and realized he
meant brandy. "Clear and clean," I said. The chair was as soft as it
looked. Not very good for getting out of in a hurry. I wondered if that
was deliberate, tf I had designed the room, it would have been.
He poured me a drink, and the same thing for himself. I wondered if
he really cared for it, at least served the right way, or if he was being
polite. I'd probably never know. It was Tuzviz, probably the most
commonly available Fenarian brandy; good if not remarkable. At least
I could tell there were peaches in its ancestry.
When we were both sitting and enjoying the fire on our tongues he
said, "How may I serve you, Baronet?"
"The Empire has mistakenly arrested my wife while clearing out some
Eastern rabble from South Adrilankha. I'd like to see about obtaining
her release."
He nodded sympathetically. "I see. Most unfortunate. Her name?"
"The Lady Cawti. Taltos of course. She's the Countess of, let me see ...
Lostguard Cleft, I think."
"Yes. Bide a moment, enjoy the wine. I'll see what I can do."
"Very well."
He left the room. I got up and stared out the window. Off to the side I
could just make out the vast hall of the lorich Wing, beneath which
were the dungeons. It was completely walled in, dark and solemn,
with their banner flying above it and Dragonlords in the gold cloaks of
the Phoenix Guards walking along the walls. No, on reflection, it
would have been damn hard to break her out.
Directly below me was a rock garden in blue and white, and strips of
neatly manicured lawn dotted with stunted trees. Directly in front of
me, on a tall, lone flagpole, flew the banner of the House, stylized
Jhereg, sinister, wings spread, claws outstretched, black on a field of
grey. It filled me with no emotion whatsoever.
Presently Soffta returned and sat down behind his desk again. He was
looking very grave indeed. "It seems," he said, "that someone has
already intervened on behalf of the Lady Cawti, and she refused
release. Do you know anything about this?"
"Mmmm," I said. "What would it take to procure her release in spite
of her refusal?"
"Why, I'm not sure, Lord Taltos. Such a refusal is almost unheard-of,
and forcing a release, well, I imagine an order of the Empress would
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do it."
"No doubt, no doubt," I said. I stood up and strolled back over to the
window, looked out of it. I paced a bit, and my pacing took me behind
Soffta's chair. He let me get behind him, but I saw the tension in his
neck muscles. Court representative or not, he was a Jhereg, not an
Issola. "A difficult situation," I said. "Perhaps there is nothing to be
done."
"Perhaps not," he said, still not looking at me. "Although I'm certainly
willing to help as much as I can."
"Good, good," I said. "Perhaps, then, you could tell me something." As
I spoke, I placed my hand casually on his shoulder. There was tension
there now, but he kept his hands relaxed, in plain sight on his desk.
We were ten feet from the door. "Just out of curiosity, how long has it
been since blood has been spilled here, in the Jhereg Wing?"
"Not since the Interregnum, Lord Taltos."
"It would be bad for the Organization interests to have any sort of
violence take place here, wouldn't it?"
"Very bad. I hope you aren't suggesting any."
I leaned on his shoulder, very slightly. "I? No, no, not at all. I wouldn't
think of such a thing. I was just making conversation."
"I see. What was it you wanted to know?"
"Who arranged to have those Easterners arrested?"
There was the faintest hint of a tightening of muscles, but no more.
"Why, the Empress, Baronet Taltos."
"At your request, Count Soffta. And I'm very anxious to learn which of
my colleagues asked you to make the request."
"I believe you have been misinformed, Baronet Taltos."
"Have you heard of me, Count Soffta?"
My hand didn't leave his shoulder, but neither did it tighten, nor did I
make any other movement. He said nothing for two or three
heartbeats, then he said, "It may take me some time to find out, and
I'm expecting a rather large number of visitors very soon."
"Yes, I imagine you are. But under the circumstances, I'm willing to
let it take as much time as necessary. I'm sure your visitors will
understand."
"It could be very expensive."
"I'm prepared to pay. It is my wife, you know"
"Yes. . . ."
"So the cost is irrelevant."
"I guess it is."
"Perhaps it would be best if you could gather the information?
I could almost feel him weighing the odds, attempting to select the
best thing to say, the best thing to do. "There may be repercussions--"
"I have absolutely no doubt that there will be. I accept them."
"All of them?"
"Whatever may happen. But I hope your information is complete and
accurate, or there could be consequences you don't foresee."
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"Yes. Toronnan."
"I'm not surprised. Do you know why?"
"No."
"Very well. Will you do me the honor of accompanying me out to the
street?"
"I should be glad to, Lord Taltos."
"Then let us walk together."
We did so, smiling, my hand resting gently on his back. When we
reached the street, I made certain there was no one nearby and
composed my mind for a teleport. I let Spellbreaker fall into my left
hand, just in case. "Count Soffta, I wish to thank you for your help."
"The fruits of your inquiry will be my reward, Baronet Taltos."
"No doubt. One thing, though."
"Yes."
"The Tuzviz you served me. It was quite good, but it is brandy, not
wine. You should remember that."
"Thank you, Lord Taltos. I shall."
I released him and let the teleport take effect.
An unusual sight, not explained by the celebrations prepared for the
next couple of days, greeted me when I walked into my office: Sticks
was there, holding his clubs lightly, as if tossing them around, and
next to him, looking quite out of place in his bright island clothing and
norska hat, was Aibynn. They were speaking quietly about something
arcane, Aibynn pointing to the clubs, and Sticks gesturing with them.
Perhaps they were comparing the arts of battery and drumming. On
reflection, that isn't that strange an idea: Both require relaxation and
tension in the right degree, speed and suppleness, and good
understanding of timing, control of the body, and concentration of
the mind. Interesting notion.
But at the time I wasn't thinking about that. I said, "Aibynn, what are
you doing here?"
He spoke, as always, slowly, as if he were constantly being distracted
by the ultimate rhythms of the universe. "To say thanks for lining up
that job for me."
"Oh. Think nothing of it. It's going well, I take it."
"Well? We've played one night together and we've be summoned to
play for the Empress tomorrow.''
"For the Imperial New Year's celebration?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Odd time to call it New Year, though. On the island,
the year begins in the winter."
"Spring makes more sense, doesn't it?"
He shrugged.
"In any case," I went on, "the New Year is a big deal at the Palace. I'm
very impre--hmmm."
"What is it?"
"Eh? Nothing." It had suddenly occurred to me that I had slain his
King, and here he was about to appear before my Empress. If he were,
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in fact, an assassin himself, I had just set her up as elegantly as if I'd
planned it. I briefly considered whether to do anything about it, then
decided that it was none of my business. It may be that if he was an
assassin I'd have to clear out before they traced the connection
between Aibynn and me, but other than that, so what?
I congratulated him again and went past into my office, asking
Melestav to send Kragar in. I forced myself to concentrate on the
door, and so I noticed him when he entered. He took one look at me
and said, "Who's the target?"
"Toronnan."
"Himself, eh? Is he after us, or are we after him? Not that it really
matters."
"Neither one, exactly. Kelly's bunch were arrested by his orders. I
want to find out what he's after."
"Sounds good. How?"
"Buy someone in his organization, of course."
"Oh, sure. Just like that."
"If it was easy, Kragar, I'd do it myself."
He blinked. "It's nice to hear you say that out loud after all this time
of--"
"Kill it."
"Speaking of."
"Hmmm?"
"We going to shine him?"
"I hope not. I've done too much of that. Any more, and people are
going to start getting nervous--people I don't want to make nervous.
Besides, I have my hands full with South Adrilankha right now; I
don't need more territory."
He nodded. "That's what I've been thinking. Okay, I'll see if anyone is
for sale in his organization." He got up, stopped, and said, "Do you
think he might have bought someone in ours?"
"No way to know," I said. "It's a possibility. But I'm not going to start
getting paranoid about it."
"I guess not."
"Oh, bring me a full set of weapons. It's about that time."
"Okay. Back soon." He left, looking unusually thoughtful.
A couple of hours later, as I was finishing up the process of changing
weapons, Melestav walked into my office.
"Message by courier, boss."
"Oh, really? Someone's being formal. Did he let you chop for it?"
"Yeah. Here it is."
I inspected the single folded and sealed sheet and learned nothing
interesting. I didn't recognize the seal, but I don't think there are
more than three or four seals would recognize. I'm not certain I'd
know my own. I opened it, read, and considered.
"What is it, boss?"
"What? Oh. The gentleman who invited me over a few days ago wants
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to see me again, but he's not in as much of a hurry."
"Toronnan?"
"That's the guy."
"Think it's a setup?"
"Hard to say. He wants me to name the time and place today or
tomorrow. It would be hard to rig that."
"Okay, Vlad," said Kragar. "Do you want me to up protection?"
"Damn right."
"Good. I'll take care of it. Where?"
"I'm still thinking about it. I'll tell Melestav when I decide."
He left to make arrangements.
"What do you think it is, boss?"
"I don't know. I hope it's not the beginning of another war; I don't
think I could handle it. "
''You and me both. "
"Maybe 1 should get out of this business, Loiosh."
``Maybe you should.
He fell silent and I considered. Maybe I should get cutout of the whole
thing. Killing people for money, earning a living from Teckla and
fools, maybe I'd had enough. Maybe I could--
Could what? What would I do? I tried to imagine myself living like
Morrolan or Aliera, safe on a piece of land somewhere watching the
Teckla work the fields--or not watching as the case may be. Sitting
around, indulging whatever vague curiosities came my way. No, I
couldn't see it. Perhaps my existence was pointless in any grand
scheme of things, but it kept me entertained.
Yes, but was that sufficient justification for all the things I had to do,
just to stay alive and in business? Well, why did I feel the need to
justify myself in the first place? In part, I guessed, because of Cawti.
She'd been just where I knew I didn't want to be, idle and frustrated,
and she'd handled it by getting involved with a bunch of crazies with a
noble cause. What else? Well, there was my grandfather, whom I
respected more than I respected anyone else. He knew what I did and,
when I asked him, had given me his opinion on it. More fool me for
asking.
But this was silly. Perhaps, later, I could decide if I wanted to change
the way I lived, but right now my wife was in prison and I had just
stirred up a school of orca by oh-so-gently threatening the
Organization representative in the Imperial Palace, someone who
ought to be left alone if anyone should. No, the
Organization wasn't about to let one lone Easterner get away with
anything like that. I was going to have either figure out a way to pacify
them or figure out a way to escape. Maybe I'd relocate to Greenaere
and learn to drum.
Or not.
"Melestav."
"Yeah, boss?"
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``Find out where Aibynn is playing tonight and send a courier to
Toronnan. Tell him we 'II meet him there at the eighth hour. "
``Okay, boss.''
``And put the word out that we might get hit soon.''
"Again?"
"I guess it's just one of those years."
"I guess so, boss.
Lesson Ten
MAKING FRIENDS II
The Loquacious Madman is on Czigarel Street near Un-dauntra, in a
district with very little Organization activity. I arrived two or three
minutes early with Sticks and an enforcer we called Glowbug. Kragar
had said he'd be there, too, but I didn't notice him. It is unlikely,
however, that I would have noticed Sethra Lavode in that crowd. The
festivities were already beginning. There were trails of cold fire
traveling along all the walls; bouncing globes throughout the room,
changing colors as they swirled; and ribbon trails hanging from the
ceiling.
The crowd was mostly Teckla, all decked out like the bouncing globes
in reds and yellows and blues, and merchants and artisans proudly
wearing whatever they worked in, and brazenly flaunting their lovers,
but here and there you could see the masked aristocracy of the House
of the Tiassa or the Lyorn, adding a gentle touch of light blue or
brown, and inserting whatever particular flavor of loud
troublemaking or quiet drunkenness pleased them the most.
Which is not to say the place was crowded--yet. It's a big place, and
things were just starting to get going. It was loud, but not deafening.
Either a very good or a very strange time and place to have a business
meeting.
Toronnan arrived less than two minutes after I did, preceded (as was
I, by the way) by a couple of toughs who checked the place over for
any sign of this being a setup. It isn't easy to tell that sort of thing,
even when there isn't a celebration going on, but it can be done. You
have to look at everyone in the place, especially the waiters, and note
how each one carries himself, where he is placed, and if he seems to
be carrying any concealed weapons, or looks familiar, or doesn't seem
to fit in.
I had done that a few times, and the one time it really had been a
setup, for a guy named Welok, I had almost missed it that one of the
cooks wasn't using his knife the way a real cook would--instead of
gripping it between thumb and forefinger on the blade with the
pommel resting on the heel of his hand, he was gripping the pommel
like a knife-fighter. I mentioned this to Kragar, with whom I was
working, who looked closely and realized that he knew the guy. The
meeting was called off, and three months later I was hired by Welok
to kill an enforcer named Kynn who worked for Rolaan--the man
who'd called the meeting.
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But I digress. I hadn't set up anything and neither had Toronnan.
Indeed--this was a very bad situation to kill someone in, because the
large and unpredictable crowd is likely to surprise you, and assassins
hate surprises. He sat facing me, his back to the door. I started to
signal a waiter over, but he didn't let me. "This won't take that long,"
he said.
I kept my face expressionless. It is a major break in protocol to set up
a business dinner and not eat. I wasn't certain what it indicated, but it
wasn't good. I settled back in the chair and said, "Go ahead, then."
"This has gone up to the Council. You have powerful friends there, but
I don't think they can help you this time."
"I'm still listening."
"We're sorry your wife got involved in this, but business is business."
"I'm still listening."
He nodded. "I was up before the Council today. They asked if you
could be shined without a fight. I said not unless they could find
Mario. That doesn't mean they aren't going to try, but you probably
have a reprieve. Do you understand?"
"Not quite. Keep talking."
' 'We just had a big mess between you and this Herth character, and
before that you had an altercation with some teckla that ended up
with the Empire stepping in, and in between was a big, bloody mess in
the Hills between Be'er and Fyrnaan."
"I heard about that. I wasn't involved."
"That's not the point. The Organization has been calling way too much
attention to itself and the Council is tired of it. That's the only thing
that's keeping you alive."
"I take it I've offended someone."
"You've offended everyone, idiot. You don't go around threatening the
Organization representative in the Imperial Palace. Can you
understand that?"
"Threaten? I?"
"Don't play stupid, Whiskers. I'm telling you to lay off. I'm telling
you--"
"Why did you arrange to have those Easterners arrested?"
"You don't ask me questions, Whiskers. I ask you questions, you
answer them, then I tell you things and you do them. That is the
nature of our relationship. Can you grasp that, or do I need to
illustrate it?"
"Why did you arrange to have those Easterners arrested?"
A sneer began to appear on his face but he put it away. "Is there some
reason I should answer you?"
"I'll kill you if you don't."
"You'd never make it out of here alive."
"I know."
He stared at me. At last he said, "You're lying."
I shook my head. "No. I don't lie. I'm cultivating a reputation for
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honesty so I can blow it when something big comes along. This ain't
it."
He snorted. "Just how much bigger a thing do you want?"
"Wait and see."
His teeth worked inside his mouth. Then he said, "Orders came from
the Council. I don't know who it was."
"You could probably make a good guess if you put your mind to it.''
We matched stares, then he said, "My boss. Boralinoi."
"Boralinoi," I repeated slowly. "That would make sense. My area is
your area is his area, and I now own South Adrilankha, so he's
responsible."
"That's right. And if you think you can mess with him--"
I shook my head. "I want my wife back, Lord Toronnan. That's what it
all comes down to, okay? There's no way I'm going to let her rot in the
Imperial Dungeons, so you'd better figure out a way to help me, or
stay out of my way, or try your best to put me down, because I'm going
to be moving."
He stood up. "I'll remember that, Lord Taltos. I will remember it."
After he was gone, I moved to the other side of the table, so I could
watch the musicians, who were just setting up. It took me a while to
find a waiter, but I finally succeeded and ordered pasta with peppers
and sausage. He seemed surprised that I actually wanted to eat; I
suppose most people were just drinking. And then when he started to
leave, Kragar called him back and ordered one f the same, which
puzzled him even more although he tried not to show it.
"What happened?" he said.
"I seem to have made another enemy."
"Oh? Toronnan?"
"No. The Jhereg."
Kragar cocked his head to the side. "Tell me something, Vlad: Why do
I keep sticking with you?"
"I don't know. Maybe you aren't. Maybe you're setting up to knife
me."
"Don't start getting paranoid now."
"Well, if you aren't setting up to knife me, maybe you should be. This
would be the right time."
He stared at me very hard, no sign of banter on his face. "You'd better
give me the details," he said.
I did so, starting with my interview with Soffta, up to the conversation
with Toronnan. The food arrived in the middle of it and, as I was
concluding, the musicians started up. I was surprised at how well the
crowd quieted down, but I was pretty sure they'd make up for it later.
I hoped to be gone by then.
The food was edible, the wine quite dry but good. The singer was
good. Aibynn stayed pretty much in the background so I didn't notice
him too much, though I might have if I'd known anything about
music. I did note the dreamy smile on his face, which reminded me of
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how my grandfather looked when in the middle of a spell. For all I
know I look the same way.
Eventually they stopped, and Aibynn came over and introduced his
partner, a relatively short Tiassa named Thoddi. We discussed
inanities for a while, then they played some more. Kragar said,
"What's the plan?"
"I think I'm going to have to find this Boralinoi."
"That could be dangerous."
"Probably. Find out where he works."
"What? Now?"
"Now. I'll wait here."
"Look, Vlad, aside from the obvious stupidities of barging in to see
this guy without setting things up, how do you know Toronnan hasn't
just sent a team over here to shine you when you leave?"
"Let him try," I said. "Just let him try."
"Vlad-"
"Do it. Find out where he is. I'll wait here."
He sighed. "Okay. I'll see you soon."
My enjoyment of the music was dampened just a little by a need to
keep an eye on the door, but not too much, because there were
Loiosh, Sticks, and Glowbug. Presently Kragar got hold of me again
and told me where to find Boralinoi when he was working.
"He isn't there now, Vlad. You'll have to wait until tomorrow. "
"I guess.''
' 'Why don't you think the whole thing over, then ? Maybe you--''
"Thanks, Kragar. I'll see you tomorrow. "
The crowd was just making it impossible to listen to the music when
they stopped, and announced that they were finished and someone
else would be playing next, which surprised me. I threw an Imperial
into the jar, paid for the food and drink, and walked back home with
Aibynn. We didn't speak for a while, then I ventured, "You sounded
pretty good."
"Yeah," he said. "That was a good one. Did you notice those fake
seventy-twos I was throwing into the seventeens?"
"Uh, well, no, not really."
He nodded. "They weren't really seventy-twos, because you have to
punch the one, the six-seven-eight, the ten, and the sixteen-seventeen
of every measure, but it kind of works if you pretend every third
measure is . . ." He went on, with me nodding and making interested
sounds. Sticks, who was in front, fell back a bit to listen and the two of
them got into a discussion of arcane matters beyond the likes of me. I
still wondered who Aibynn really was, and what he was doing here,
and if he was going to assassinate the Empress.
Not that I cared.
"]What do you care about, boss?" said Loiosh as we walked up the
stairs to my flat.
``Getting Cawti out of prison.''
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"And then?"
"Don't ask difficult questions, Loiosh. "
I asked Sticks and Glowbug if they wanted some wine before they took
off. Glowbug didn't, but Sticks knows the kind of wine I keep around
the house, so he was right behind me when I went through the door.
What impressed me the most, I think, was how quickly Toronnan had
moved. It was, what, half an hour, maybe, since I'd left him. The
assassin was waiting just inside the door of the flat, and neither
Loiosh nor I had any inkling. But Sticks, as I said, was right behind
me, and when the dagger came slicing toward the back of my neck, he
acted, pushing me sideways and forward into the room. I rolled and
came up in time to see Sticks holding his clubs, connecting with the
guy's head, very hard. The guy went down. I felt a burn along my neck,
touched my hand, and found blood. I hoped his blade hadn't been
poisoned. I discovered I was trembling.
"Good work," I told Sticks. His only answer was to slump to the floor.
It was only then that I noticed the stiletto that had gone completely
through his throat and out the back of his neck.
Aibynn came into the room then and knelt next to Sticks, whose eyes
were open and glassy. Loiosh landed on my shoulder and nuzzled my
ear. I inspected the corpse of my enforcer and saw that his backbone
had been neatly severed. What you call in the business a lucky shot.
\*\*\*
An hour or so later the bodies were gone, and Kragar was sitting in
the living room with me while I gradually stopped trembling. "Right
in my house, Kragar," I said for about the ninth time.
"I know, boss," he said.
"You don't do that."
Aibynn was in his room, drumming, he said, to pull himself back
together. Kragar said, "I know why they did, though."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember a few weeks ago? Didn't you go busting into someone's
house to get information from him?"
I took a very deep breath. "Yes," I said.
"There you have it. You broke the rules, they broke the rules. That's
how it works, Vlad."
"I should have known."
"Yeah."
Not more than a month before, Sticks had refused an offer for my
head. His refusal had made him a target, and I'd saved his life, just as
he'd saved mine before. And for what?
"I don't think you should stay here, Vlad."
"I'm not going to, Kragar. Thanks. I'm all right now."
"I'll wait until you leave, if you don't mind."
"Yeah, okay."
I suggested to Aibynn that this might not be a safe place to stay
tonight. He said, "No problem. I have a friend I can stay with."
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"Good. I'll see you sometime."
Kragar escorted me down the stairs and left me when it looked safe.
"Where are we going, boss?"
``An inn I know, on the other side of town.
"Why there?"
"It's across the street from where Boralinoi works."
"Ah. What about Toronnan? He was the one who--"
"Fuck Toronnan. Fuck revenge. I'm getting Cawti back. "
It was a good three-hour walk, but I think it did me good.
I was up early the next morning, waiting just outside the inn where I'd
spent the night. I stood in the shadow of the doorway, waiting. Rocza
flew around looking harmless and terrorizing all the local, city-bred
jhereg while Loiosh waited with me. I had six good hours of sleep
inside of me, followed by three cups of klava and crumb-bread with
goat cheese. A sharp, steady wind came up the hill from my left,
smacking me in the face and giving rise to reflections on the passing
away of the old and the unfathomable nature of the new.
Not a bad day to kill, not a bad day to die, if either came to pass.
While I didn't know what Boralinoi looked like, I had no trouble
spotting him by the two enforcers who preceded him, the one on
either side, and the two who followed him. They were good, too. I idly
went through possibilities for nailing him as he walked down the
street, and came to the conclusion that I'd have to bribe at least two,
perhaps three of those enforcers to have a reasonable chance. They
really were attending to business, and I had to do some fast shifting to
avoid being spotted. Boralinoi was dressed expensive and walked like
he knew it. I thought he'd look good in court, with his perfect black
curly hair, rings on all his fingers, and delicate precise steps. He
looked like he was probably perfumed, and doubtless had a scent-cloth next to his collar, lest he meet with someone whose breath he
didn't like.
He went into the leather shop that housed his offices in back. I
gathered Rocza to my other shoulder and followed him in. I've always
loved the smell of fresh leather, though here it was a bit
overpowering, I suppose due to the admixture of scents of various oils
and unguents used by this mysterious trade. In the front part of the
store hung vests and jerkins, and when I slipped past to the back,
there was an old Vallista laboriously pushing a heavy needle thick
thread into the seam of what looked like a leather flagon. Why anyone
would wish to drink from a leather flagon, I don't know.
Before he noticed me, I got past him and was facing a stairway leading
up. At its top were two Jhereg who didn't look friendly. They studied
me and seemed to be wondering if they should challenge me or just
drop me where I stood. I reached the top alive and said, "Vlad Taltos
to see Lord Boralinoi."
The shorter of the two said, "Appointment?"
"No."
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"Wait there, then."
"Yes."
He concentrated for a moment, nodded as if to himself, and said,
"What do you want to see him about?" He had a voice like a metal file;
it set my teeth on edge.
"It's a personal matter."
"So make a sacrifice."
"Whom do you suggest?"
He smiled a little. I wondered if he kept his teeth crooked on purpose,
just for the effect. He concentrated again, then said once more,
"Wait."
After a minute or two of standing there regarding the toughs who
were regarding me, he said, "Go on in, the boss will give you five
minutes."
"Oh, happy day," I said, and went past them.
There were five more in the next room, one at a desk and four
lounging around. I knew them all for killers at once. The one at the
desk nodded to me, the others looked me over much the way I look
over a game hen before I loosen its skin to fill it with mushrooms,
garlic, and tarragon.
There were three doors. I pointed to the middle one, asked a question
with my eyebrows, received a nod, and went through. His desk was
big, and he sat behind it like he belonged there. There were two
Jhereg in the room with him, one quiet-looking wisp of a man with a
pinched in face and a dimple who was either an accountant or a
sorcerer, and another tough, this one with the cold look of someone
who would kill anyone, anytime, for any reason at all. When I came in
he shifted his shoulders and an a hand down his chin, in a gesture I
recognized as checking to make sure the surprises under his cloak
were all in place and ready. I automatically ran a hand through my
hair and adjusted the clasp of my cloak. All of mine were set.
There were no windows in the room, and, so far as I could tell from a
quick glance, no other exits. I'd give odds that there was a hidden
door somewhere, because that's how these people work, but I couldn't
find it. Loiosh shifted uncomfortably on my shoulder; he didn't like
the lack of an escape route, either. Rocza, on my other shoulder,
picked up some of his nervousness. Boralinoi's eyes rested on each of
the jhereg in turn, then he looked at me.
"I've heard of you, Lord Taltos," he said.
"And I, you, Your Lordship."
"You wanted to speak to me. Go ahead."
"It's a private matter, Your Lordship."
Without taking his eyes from me, he said, "Cor, N'vaan, don't speak of
this to anyone."
That was the best I was going to get, then. I said, "I'm coming to you
for advice about my marriage, Your Lordship."
"Sorry. I'm not married."
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"A shame, Your Lordship. Marriage is bliss, you know. But I believe
Your Lordship might be able to help me, anyway."
He took a scent-cloth from his collar and waved it in front of his face,
dabbed it against the corners of his mouth, crumpled it up in his
hand, and leaned back in the chair. "You're talking about the woman
who's been working with those troublemakers in South Adrilankha."
"She's the only wife I have, Your Lordship. I'd sure hate to lose her."
"Why do you come to me?"
"It was by your orders that those people were arrested. I would think
you could have one released."
"What makes you think I arranged it?"
"A dream I had last night, Your Lordship. We Easterners always
believe our dreams."
"I see." He leaned forward and stared at me. "Listen to me, Baronet
Taltos, so I don't have to repeat myself. Those troublemakers are
making trouble, and not just in South Adrilankha. The trouble they're
making affects what happens in the rest of the city and beyond its
borders. We've already had noticeable cuts in our profit in several
areas, traced directly to Teckla getting too smart for themselves. If a
thing like that happens on its own, so be it; I wouldn't interfere. But it
isn't happening on its own, these people are making it happen. And
who's right in front of making it happen? Your wife, Taltos. A Jhereg.
The Empire has come to us, through our representative, and
complained. They've denied petitions of ours because of the trouble
stirred up by this Jhereg Easterner wife of yours. We can't have that.
"Yes, I got them arrested. I'll even tell you how, Taltos. I had a
sorcerer of mine blow up a watchstation in South Adrilankha, and
leave messages all over it that looked like they'd done it. Does that
shock you? It shouldn't. They needed to be put away, and I've put
them away. If I haven't done it thoroughly enough, then I'll go back
and do it again.
"I'm sorry it's your wife who's involved, Lord Taltos, I really am. But
that's just your hard luck. Let her out? She was the one I most needed
to get. So live with it. Go out and find someone else. If I have my way,
she'll rot in the Imperial Dungeons until the Great Sea of Chaos floods
the Empire. That's all I have to say. Happy New Year."
``Easy, boss.''
"I know, Loiosh. I'm trying. Keep Rocza under control, will you?" I
didn't say anything for a moment, trying to check my temper, and to
keep the effort off my face. Then I spoke slowly and carefully, to make
sure there was no mistake.
"So you arranged for my wife to be arrested by the Empire?"
"Yes"
"That is, my wife in particular?"
"Yes."
I looked him up and down once, and said, "You know, I believe I'm
going to mess you up."
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"No, you're not," he said, and concentrated very briefly. 'The door
behind me opened, and, as I turned my head, five of them came
through. They were all of them holding daggers; no doubt they'd been
waiting for this. I turned back and saw that Boralinoi had pushed his
chair back and the two who'd been standing there stepped between
him and me. The tough one drew a shortsword. There was an awful
stillness, as if the time between heartbeats had stretched across an
ocean of movement, holding the world exactly as it was for just one
instant that took forever.
"You're right," I said at last. "I'm going to kill you." Interestingly
enough, if there'd been fewer of them I might not have gotten out of
there. But the room wasn't really big enough for all of them to work
together, as long as I got the jump; and I did. Loiosh let me see what
was behind me well enough for me to throw a pair of daggers into the
stomachs of the two directly behind me, which slowed them down a
great deal, and at the same time Rocza flew at the most dangerous of
them, the sorcerer.
I spun away throwing a handful of darts randomly in the general
direction of the three between me and the door, then pivoted away
from whatever those behind me might be up to. I was through the
door before they could recover. Loiosh went flying down the hall to
find out what was up ahead while I turned back to the door. I had just
time to draw my rapier, which is sometimes a handicap against the
huge Dragaeran longswords, but worked very nicely indeed against
the Jhereg with the dagger who charged out at me. I cut his knife hand
and scored his neck in two quick movements of the wrist that would
have made my grandfather proud, then backed up a few steps.
I took a throwing knife into my left hand as Rocza flew out the door
and past me to help Loiosh in case he was in trouble. Verra, my
goddess, what a team we were that day! The tough one with the
shortsword appeared in the door and took my knife directly in his
chest. He didn't go down, which was ideal, since he blocked the door
quite effectively. Loiosh gave me the all-clear for the next room, and I
was through it and down the stairs.
I'm not much of a sorcerer, but it doesn't take much of a sorcerer to
fuse a door shut, and the few seconds that gained me made all the
difference.
"Two toughs in here waiting for you, boss. We're distracting them,
but--yikes!"
"You all right, Loiosh?"
``Near miss, boss.
``Tell me when.
"Wait . . . wait. . . ." I took Spellbreaker into my left hand, wishing I'd
had a third hand to hold some darts. "Now!" and I charged through
the door, point-first.
Loiosh and Rocza had, indeed, distracted them, and the point of my
rapier through a throat distracted one of them more. The other,
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slashing desperately at Rocza, concentrated on me and gestured, but
Spellbreaker, spinning wildly, handily stopped whatever it was. I
slashed in his general direction just to give him something to think
about, then I was through the door. Loiosh and Rocza beat him out of
it, I shut it, did my little fusing thing again, and ran like hell down the
stairs.
The leatherworker seemed to be just a leatherworker, because his
only reaction to seeing me appear with a blooded sword was to
squawk and cower, and then I was in the street, across the street,
behind a building.
"We're teleporting, folks."
"What if they trace it?"
"Watch me." And I put forth my power and appeared in the courtyard
of Castle Black, where a guest is always safe, as I've good reason to
know. I didn't throw up, but the aftereffect of the teleport had me on
my knees and the world spinning. Seeing the ground a mile below
didn't help, either, but knowing I was safe, if only for a moment, more
than made up for the discomfort.
After a time, I got to my feet and headed for the great double doors,
my knees vibrating like Aibynn's drum.
Lesson Eleven
MATTERS OF STATE II
LADY TELDRA DIRECTED me to the third-floor study in the South
Wing, where I found Morrolan closeted with Day-mar, whom I
mentioned earlier. Daymar was thin and angular, with the sharp
nose, chin, and jawline of the House of the Hawk, softened by a broad
forehead and wide-set eyes. Loiosh flew over to greet Morrolan.
Rocza, oddly enough, flew over to Daymar, whom she had never met,
and stayed on his shoulder for the entire conversation.
Morrolan and Daymar were hunched over a table. Between them was
something that looked to be a large black jewel. They were poking at it
and staring at it as if it were a small animal and they wanted to see if it
was alive. I went over to the table myself, and it took them a few
moments to notice me. Then Daymar looked up and said, "Oh, hello,
Vlad."
"Good morning. What is that?"
"That," said Morrolan, "is black Phoenix stone."
"Never heard of it," I said.
"It is similar to gold Phoenix stone," said Daymar helpfully.
"Yes," I said- "Only black instead of gold."
"Right," said Daymar, not noticing my sarcasm.
"What is gold Phoenix stone?"
"Well," said Daymar, "once we discovered the black, we started
digging around in Morrolan's library and found a few references to
it."
"Morrolan," I said, "would you care to enlighten me?"
"Do you recall," said Morrolan, "the difficulty we had with psionic
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contact on the island?"
"Yes. Daymar was cut off, as I recall."
He looked up from scratching Rocza's chin. "Not cut off " he said. "I
collapsed from the effort of maintaining contact.
I stared at him. "You?"
"I."
"My goodness."
"Yes."
Morrolan said, "The only place Phoenix stone occurs is on the eastern
and southern coast of Greenaere. Essentially, no psychic activity can
pass through the effect of the stone, and the concentration around the
island is sufficient to make it unreachable."
"Then why could Loiosh and I communicate?"
"Exactly," said Morrolan. "That is, indeed, the question. The only idea
I've been able to come up with is that the connection between witch
and familiar is fundamentally different from psionic communication.
But how it is different, I don't know. I'd been planning to reach you,
but since you are here, perhaps you'd be willing to assist us in a few
experiments to determine exactly that."
"I'm not sure I like this, boss."
"You and me both, Loiosh." To Morrolan I said, "This may not be the
best time."
His eyebrows focused on me. "Why? Has something happened?"
'Oh, nothing. Another close brush with death, but what's one more of
those?"
For a moment he looked puzzled, trying to work out where the irony
was, then he said, "Would you like some wine?"
"Love some. I'll help myself." I did so.
Morrolan said, "Tell me about it, Vlad."
"Jhereg troubles."
"Again?"
"Still."
"I see."
Day mar said, "Can I help?"
"No. Thanks."
``Say, boss, doesn 't Aibynn have one of those things hanging around
his neck?"
"Come to think of it, yes."
``So that's why I could never spot him.''
"Or anyone else on Greenaere, probably. Yeah. "
I turned back to Morrolan. "Where did you find this?"
A little Morrolan smile flitted across one side of his face. "Exploring,"
he said.
"Where?"
"In the Imperial Dungeons."
My heart started hammering. I said, "Cawti--"
"She's fine. We didn't actually speak much, but I saw her--"
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"How did you--?"
"I was visiting the Palace, and I got lost, and about thirty Imperials
got lost as well, and there I was."
My hands were getting tired where I was gripping the chair. I relaxed
them. "Did you speak at all?"
"I said hello, she looked surprised and nodded to me, by which time
my guide was too nervous about the whole thing to keep me there. But
I kept noticing these crystals about the place, so I acquired one on my
way out."
"But she seems well?"
"Yes. She seemed quite, um, spirited."
"Did--damn. Wait a moment." I grumbled, debated ignoring whoever
it was, decided there was too much hap---
nins right now and let my mental barriers down. "Who is it?"
"Me, boss. Where are you? I can hardly maintain contact"
"Just a moment, Melestav." I moved to the far side of the room, well
away from the crystal. "Is that better?"
"Some."
"Okay. What is it? Can it wait?"
"Another messenger, boss." There was something odd in his tone. I
said, "Not from Toronnan this time?"
"No, boss. From the Empress. She wants to see you. Tomorrow. "
"The Empress?"
"Yeah."
"Tomorrow?"
"That's what I said."
"Tomorrow is New Year's day."
"I know.
"All right. I'll talk to you later. "I turned to Morrolan."Can you think
of any reason why the Empress would want to see me on New Year's
Day?"
He cocked his head to the side. "Do you sing?"
"No."
"In that case, it must be something important."
"Oh, grand," I said. "I can hardly wait."
"In the meantime," said Morrolan, "I just want to try a couple of
things. I assure you there is no risk."
"What the hell, boss? The worst that can happen is that it 'II kill us,
and then we don't have to worry about what
the Empress is going to do. ''
'A point, " I said, and told Morrolan to go ahead.
The next day was the first day of the Month of the Phoenix, in the Year
of the Dzur, during the Phase of the Yendi in the Reign of the Phoenix,
Cycle of the Phoenix, Cycle of the Dragon, which is why most of us say
the year 244 after the Interregnum.
I was off to the Imperial Palace. Happy New Year.
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Imperial Palace was like, you're in for a disappointment; I don't
remember. It was big and impressive and was built by people who
know how to do things big and impressive, and that's all I remember.
I was there just past noon, all dressed up in my Jhereg colors, with my
boots brightly polished, my cloak freshly cleaned, and a jerkin that
fairly glittered. I had found my pendant of office and put it around my
neck; just about the first time I'd worn it since I'd inherited it. I had
thought for a long time about leaving Loiosh behind, and he'd politely
refrained from the conversation, but in the end I couldn't bring
myself to do it, so he sat proudly on my right shoulder. Rocza, who
had been left behind, wasn't very happy about it, but there are limits
to how much of an outrage I wanted to be the first time I officially
appeared before the Empress.
Appear before the Empress.
I was a Jhereg, the scum of society, and an Easterner, the scum of the
world. She sat with the Orb revolving about her head, in the center of
the Empire, and at her command was all the power of the Great Sea of
Chaos, as well as all the military might of the Seventeen Houses. She
had survived Adron's Disaster, and braved the Paths of the Dead,
rebuilding, almost overnight, an Empire that had fallen to ruin. Now
she wanted to see me, and you think I was in shape to take notes on
architecture?
I'd seen her once before, but that was in the lorich Wing, when I'd
been questioned concerning the death of a high noble of the House of
the Jhereg. It seems that a minor boss in the Organization, a certain
Taishatinin or something, had bought himself a Dukedom in the
House and then proceeded to get himself killed. I can't imagine why
he wanted it except perhaps to feed his self-esteem, but there it was;
he was a Duke, and when a Duke is murdered, the Empire
investigates.
And somehow my name came up, and, after spending a couple of
weeks in the Imperial Dungeons, I was ordered to testify "Under the
Orb," with the Empress there to observe, and all these peers of House
Jhereg who had no power at all in the running of the Organization. I
was asked things like, "When did you last see him alive?" and I'd say,
"Oh, I don't know; he was always pretty dead," and they'd rebuke me
sternly. They asked my opinion as to who killed him and I said that I
believed he had killed himself. The Orb showed that I was telling the
truth, and I was; messing with me the way he'd been doing was like
asking to die. The only time the Orb caught me lying was when I made
some remark about how overwhelmed I was to be speaking before
such an august assembly.
I remember catching a glimpse or two of the Empress, seated behind
me to my left, and wondering what she thought of the whole thing. I
thought she was pretty for a Dragaeran, but I don't remember any of
the details, except for her eyes, which were gold.
This time I noticed a little more. After a vague period of feeling as if I
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were being handed from one polite functionary to another, and in
which I gave my name and titles more times than I had in the last year
put together, I was allowed into the Imperial throne room, and then I
heard my name, stepped forward, and became aware of myself and
my surroundings for the first time that day. Globes and candles were
lit, and the place was full of aristocrats, all in a festive mood, or
pretending to be in a festive mood. I was aware of her, too. She wore a
gown that was the color of her eyes and hair, and her face was heart---
shaped, her brows high and fine. I stood before her in the Hall of the
Phoenix. Her throne was carved of onyx and traced with gold in the
representations of all Seventeen Houses. I instinctively looked for the
Jhereg, and saw part of a wing near her right hand. I also discerned
unobtrusive black cushions on the throne and didn't know whether to
be amused or not.
The seneschal announced me and I stepped forward, giving her the
best courtesy I knew how to give. Loiosh had to adjust himself to keep
from falling off, but did so, I think, fairly gracefully.
"We give you welcome, Baronet Taltos," she said. Her voice was just a
voice; I mean, I don't know what I expected, but I was surprised when
she sounded like someone you'd meet at the market pricing
coriander.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I ask only to serve you."
"Indeed, Baronet?" She seemed amused. "I suspect the Orb would
detect a falsehood there. You are usually more careful in your
evasions."
She remembered.
"It is a pleasure not to have to dissemble before Your Majesty," I said.
"I prefer to lie directly."
She chuckled, which didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was
the lack of scandalized murmuring from the faceless courtiers behind
me. Perhaps they knew their Empress. She said, "We must speak
together. Please wait."
"I am at your service, Majesty."
As I'd been coached, I stepped backward seventeen steps, and then to
the side. I wondered if watching an hour or so of Imperial business
would be boring or if it would be interesting. In fact, it was startling,
because I had momentarily forgotten the festivities, and the first thing
I noticed was Aibynn holding his drum to the side and speaking with
the singer I recognized, and someone I didn't know who was holding
an instrument similar to the Eastern Hej'du.
I went over and said hello. Aibynn seemed faintly surprised to see me,
but also distracted. Thoddi was more gregarious, and introduced me
to the other musician, an Athyra whose name was Dav-Hoel.
"So, there are three of you now," I remarked to Thoddi.
"Actually there should be four of us, but Andler refused to play before
the Empress."
"Refused?"
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"He's an lorich, and he's upset about, you know, the conscription in
South Adrilankha, and the Phoenix Guards, and that kind of thing."
"I don't want to hear about it," I said. Thoddi nodded as if he
understood, which I doubted. "Anyway," I said, "good luck."
Shortly after that, they were called on. Thoddi began to sing some old
tavern song about making candles, full of innuendo and bad rhymes,
but I watched Aibynn. He had the same dreamy smile as always, as if
he were hearing something you couldn't hear, or seeing something
through his half-shut eyes that you couldn't see. Or knew something
you didn't know. Such as, for instance, that he was about to
assassinate the Empress.
"He's going to do it, Loiosh." "I think you're right, boss." "1 don't want
to be here." "Can you think of any way to leave?" "Well, no." "What do
we do?"
"You come up with a plan. I'm fresh out. " I watched with a horrified
fascination as Aibynn began to move, the drum cradled against his left
side. He spun in place for a while, then began to dance out and back as
the singing died and they just played. Was he moving closer to the
Empress? I tore my eyes away from him and saw her having a low---
voiced discussion with a lady of the House of the Tiassa. The Empress
smiled, and though she spoke with the Tiassa, her eyes were on the
musicians. She had a good smile. I wondered if it was true, the tavern
gossip about a lover who was an Easterner. Aibynn was, yes, closer
now. If he had concealed a or a dart, or a blowgun, he could hardly
miss, and no one was near him. I began to move forward. I glanced
back at the Empress, and she was looking at me now. I stopped where
I was, unable to move, my heart thundering. She smiled at me, just a
little, and almost imperceptibly shook her head. What was she
thinking? Did she think that . . . ?
The song ended on a roll of the drum and a clatter of the lant-like
instrument Thoddi played, and the musicians bowed. Aibynn
returned to the side, and they started another song, an instrumental
piece I didn't know. I stepped backward, shaking and confused. What
had just happened? What had almost happened? How much had I
imagined?
Dav-Hoel's instrument teased the melody the same way Aibynn's
drum was teasing the rhythm. On the other hand, I wished they'd just
play the song, but everyone else seemed very impressed, and the
Empress looked positively excited. I've never been very
knowledgeable about music.
After that they did a silly song about snuff, then an instrumental they
introduced as the Madman's Dance, and then Loiosh said, "Boss,
wake up! The Empress!"
' 'Huh ? Oh.'' She was gesturing to me, still looking amused.
I came forward, bowed once more, and she said, "Come with me."
'' Yes, Your Majesty.''
She stood, stretched quite unselfconsciously, threw a purse to the
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musicians, and went behind the throne through a curtained doorway.
I followed, feeling selfconscious enough to make up for both of us.
She turned back to me and nodded that I was to catch up to her. I did,
and the four of us, the Empress Zerika, the Orb, Loiosh, and I, walked
together in silence. Was it stranger for her to be walking with a
Jhereg, a jhereg, or an Easterner? On the other hand, if it was true
that she had a human lover--
She caught me staring at her and I turned away, feeling myself
blushing
"You were thinking improper thoughts about your Empress" she said
in a voice that sounded more amused than offended.
"Just speculating on rumors, Your Majesty."
"Ah. About an Eastern lover?"
"Urn, yeah."
"It's true," she said. "His name is Laszlo. He isn't my lover because he
is an Easterner, nor despite it. He is my lover because I love him, and
he is an Easterner because that is the house in which his soul resides."
I licked my lips. "How can you read my thoughts without my familiar
catching you at it?"
She laughed, just a little. "By watching your face, and by guessing. I've
gotten pretty good at it."
"That's all?"
"It is often enough. For example, I saw you try to foil an attempt on
my life that was not going to take place. Had you forgotten the Orb,
which protects the life of the Emperor?"
I blushed once more. I had forgotten. To cover, I said, "It hasn't
always worked."
"You," she said, "are not Mario. And neither is your friend from
Greenaere."
"Then I imagined the whole thing?"
"Yes."
"How did you know what I was thinking?"
"You were not troubling to keep your worries from your countenance,
and you are an assassin."
"Who, me?"
"Yes," she said, "you."
There was nothing to say to that, so I said nothing. We went around a
corner and through more plain white halls. She said,"For some
reason, I do my best thinking when walking right here."
"Like a Tiassa", I said without thinking.
"What?"
"Excuse me, Your Majesty. Something I heard somewhere: Tiassa
think walking, Dragons think standing, Lyorn think sitting, and Dzur
think afterward."
She chuckled. "And when do you think, good Jhereg?"
"All the time, Your Majesty. I can't seem to help it."
"Ah. I know the feeling." We walked some more. She seemed very
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casual with me, but there was the Orb, circling her head slowly as we
walked, and changing color occasionally; from the murky brown a few
moments ago to a calm blue. I wondered if she was deliberately trying
to confuse me.
"You are a very unusual man, Baronet Vladimir Tal-tos," she said
suddenly. "You bring someone you think might be an assassin into the
Empire and allow him to appear before me, and yet you were ready to
act to protect me when you thought he might really do something."
"How did you know he is from Gr&enaere?"
"I suspected it when I found him psychically blank. I checked with the
Orb, and there are memories recorded of the sort of clothes he wears
and the type; of drum he plays."
"I see. Your Majesty, why did you summon me?"
"To see what you looked like. Oh, I remembered you faintly, from
your skillful dancing around the truth during a certain murder
inquiry. But I wanted to know a little better the man who threatened
his own House representative right on the Palace grounds, and whose
wife is best friends with my Heir."
I chuckled at that, remembering the nature of that friendship.
"Yes," she said, smiling. "I know all about it."
"How?"
She shook her head. "Norathar has told me nothing. But I am, after
all, the Empress. I suspect I have a better spy network even than you
do, Lord Taltos."
Ouch. "I wouldn't doubt it, Your Majesty." What didn't she know? Did
she know, for example, that I was the one who had started the war
with Greenaere? Probably not, or I'd be in the cell next to Cawti. "Is
this how you usually spend the New Year's festivities, Your Majesty?"
"It is when we are threatened with war, and simultaneously with
rebellion. I worry about these things, Baronet and decisions must be
made--such as if I am to step down and let the House of the Dragon
take the Orb. I will spend today seeing everyone who I think may have
a role to play in all of this."
"What makes you think I will have a role to play in war and rebellion,
Your Majesty?"
"I could give several answers to that, but the short one is when I
searched the Orb for names, yours was one that emerged. I don't
know why. Can you tell me?"
"No," I said, keeping careful control of my features.
"Cannot, or will not?"
"Will not, Your Majesty."
"Very well," she said, and I breathed again. I said, "Will there be war,
Your Majesty?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry to hear it."
"As am I. The alliance of Greenaere and Elde will be a difficult one to
defeat. It is all but impossible to effect a landing in either place,
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whereas we have too many miles of coastline to protect. In the end,
we may have to crush them with numbers, and that will be costly, in
lives and everything else."
"What do they want, Your Majesty?" "I don't know. They don't seem to
want anything. Perhaps there is a madman behind it. Or a god."
We went around another turn, again to the left, and there was a slight
rise to the floor. "Where are we now, Your Majesty?"
'Do you know, I'm not exactly certain. This is a route I walk often, but
I've never known exactly where it goes. There are no doors or other
paths that I've found or heard of. I sometimes wonder if it was put
here just for this purpose."
"Then I suppose it would be pretty useless during the reign of a
Dragon, Lyorn, or Dzur."
She chuckled. "I suppose it would."
The walk straightened out. "Your Majesty, why is my wife in your
dungeons?"
She sighed. "First, let us be accurate. They are not dungeons.
Dungeons are dank cells where Duke Curse-' Me-Not keeps merchants
he can't justify executing but^ whose goods he likes more than the
prices. The Lady! Cawti of Taltos, Countess of Lostguard Cleft and
Envi-; rons, resides in the Imperial prison on suspicion of con-;
spiring against the Orb."
I bit my lip. "Noted, Your Majesty."
"Good. Now, as to why she is there: because she wants to be. There
was a petition to release her, it was granted, she refused."
"I know about that, Your Majesty. The Lady Norathar made this
petition. What did she say upon refusing?"
"She didn't specifically say she wanted to stay, but she wouldn't sign
the document we required for her release."
"Document? What sort of document, Your Majesty?"
"One that said she would not engage in any activities; contrary to the
interests of the Empire."
"Ah. That would account for it." The Empress didn't say anything. I
said, "But, Your Majesty, why was she arrested in the first place?"
"I'm wondering," she said slowly, "how much you know, and how
much I should tell you."
"I know that it was my own House that made the petition. But why
was it granted?" In other words, since when did a Phoenix Empress
care a teckla's squeal about the business workings of House Jhereg?
She said, "You seem to think I am at liberty to ignore whatever
requests I wish to."
"In a word, Your Majesty, yes. You are Empress."
"That is true, Baronet Taltos, I am Empress." She, frowned, and
seemed to be thinking. The floor began to I
l ne up and I began to feel fatigued. She said, "Being F oress has meant
many things throughout our long, long history Its meaning changes
with each Cycle, with each House whose turn it is to rule, with each
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Emperor or Emm-ess who sets the Orb spinning about his or her
head. Now at the dawn of the second Great Cycle, all of those with a
bent toward history are looking back, studying how it is we have
arrived at this pass, and this gives us the chance to see where we are.
"The Emperor, Baronet Taltos, has never, in all our long history,
ruled the Empire, save now and again, for a few moments only, such
as Korotta the Sixth between the destruction of the Barons of the
North and the arrival of the Embassy of Duke Tinaan."
"I know only a little of these things, Your Majesty."
"Never mind. I'm getting at something. The peasants grow the food,
the nobility distribute it, the craftsmen make the goods, the
merchants distribute them. The Emperor sits apart and watches all
that goes on to see that nothing disrupts this flow, and to fend off the
disasters that our world tries to throw at us from time to time--
disasters you can hardly conceive of. I assure you, for example, that
stories of the ground shaking and fire spitting forth from it and winds
that carried people off during the Interregnum are not myths, but
things that would happen were it not for the Orb.
"But the Emperor sits and waits and studies and watches the Empire
for those occasions when something, if not checked, might bring
disaster. When such a thing does occur, he has three tools at his
disposal. Do you know what they are?"
"I can guess at two of them," I said. "The Orb and the Warlord."
"You are correct, Baronet. The third is subtler. I refer to the
mechanism of Imperium, through the Imperial Guards, the Justicers,
the scryers, sorcerers, messengers, and spies.
"Those," she continued, "are the weapons I have at hand with which
to make certain that wheat from the no gets south as needed, and iron
from the west turns i swords needed in the east. I do not rule, I
regulate v if I give an order, it will be obeyed. But no Emperor, with
the Orb or without, can tell if every Vallista mine operator is making
honest reports and sending every ton of ore where he says he is."
"Then who does rule, Your Majesty?"
"When there is famine in the north, the fishermen in the south rule.
When the mines and forges in the west are producing, the transport
barons rule. When the Easterners are threatening our borders, the
armies in the east rule Do you mean politically? Even that isn't as
simple as you think. At the beginning of our history, no one ruled.
Later it was each House, through its Heir, which ruled each House.
Then it became the nobles of all the Houses. For a brief time, at the
end of the last Cycle, the Emperor did, indeed, rule, but that was
short-lived, and he was brought down by assassination, conspiracy,
and his own foolishness. Now, I think, more and more it is the
merchants, especially the caravaneers who control the flow of food
and supplies from one side of the Empire to the other. In the future, I
suspect it will be the wizards, who are every day able to do things they
could not do before."
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"And you? What do you do?"
"I watch the markets, I watch the mines, I watch the fields, I watch the
Dukes and the Counts, I guard against disasters, I cajole each House
toward the direction I need, I--what is that look on your face for,
Baronet?"
"Each House?" I repeated. "Each House?"
"Yes, Baronet, each House. You didn't know the Jhereg fits into this
scheme? But it must; otherwise why would it be tolerated? The Jhereg
feed off the Teckla. By doing so, they keep the Teckla happy by
supplying them with those things that brighten their existence. I don't
mean the peasants, I mean the Teckla who live in the cities and do the
menial work none of the rest of us are willing to do. That is the prey of
your House, Baronet, for if they become unhappy, the city loses
efficiency, and the nobility begins to complain, and the delicate
balance of our society is threatened."
The slant of the floor was back down now; I decided my legs would
probably survive. "And these people," I said, "are threatening the
Jhereg, and so they must be removed. Is that it?"
"Your House thinks so, Lord Taltos."
"Then you don't really believe they are a threat to the Empire?"
She smiled. "No, not directly. But if the Teckla become unhappy, well,
so will others. If there were no war looming over us, perhaps it
wouldn't matter. But we may require more efficiency than ever, and
to have our largest city disrupted, just at this moment, could have
terrible consequences for the Empire."
I thought about a story I'd once been told by a Teckla, and almost said
that if the Teckla were so damn happy, why didn't she just go become
one, but I was afraid she might take it the way I meant it. So I said, "Is
one Jhereg Easterner likely to make that much of a difference?"
"Will it matter to your House, Baronet?"
"I don't know, Your Majesty. But it won't matter to them as much as it
will matter to me."
We passed through a curtain and were once more in the throne room.
I heard the strings of Thoddi's instrument, the wail of Dav-Hoel's, and
the clacking drone of Aibynn's drum. The courtiers bowed, and it was
as if they were bowing to me, which was pretty funny. The Empress
pointed to a woman in the colors of the House of the lorich. The
woman approached as Zerika sat herself in the throne. I backed away.
"I hereby order and require the release of and full freedom for the
Countess of Lostguard Cleft and Environs," she said, and I damn near
cried.
Lesson Twelve
BASIC SURVIVAL SKILLS
Two STONY-FACED DRAGONS, each wearing the gold cloak of the
Phoenix and a headband bearing an lorich, delivered Cawti to the
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steps of the lorich Wing of the Imperial Palace, a half hour's walk
from where I had left the Empress. When they first appeared, each
holding one of her arms, I almost put them down right there, but
Loiosh spoke to me sharply. They released her on the bottom step,
backed up, bowed to her once, turned together, and walked up again
without a backward glance.
I stood three feet from her, looking in vain for signs of what she'd
been through. Her eyes were clear and sharp, her expression grim,
but she appeared unharmed. She stood for a moment, then her eyes
focused on me. "Vlad," she said. "Are you responsible for this?" She
held up her right hand, which contained a rolled-up parchment.
"1 guess so," I said. "What's that? A pardon?"
"A release. It says we concede your innocence and don't do it again."
"At least you're out."
"I could have been out before, if I'd wanted to be."
"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not." She smiled and nodded, being more
understanding than I'd expected. "Perhaps it's for the best." I
shrugged. "I thought so, when you broke me out." "Hardly the same
thing," she said. "Maybe not. How was it?" "Tedious."
"I'm glad it wasn't worse than that. Would you like to come home?"
"Yes. Very much. I'd like to bathe, and eat something hot, and then--"
I waited. "And then what?" I asked after a moment.
"And then back to work."
"Ah. Of course. Shall we walk, or be sick?"
She considered. "Do you know, before the Interregnum, when
teleportation was more difficult, there were Teckla who earned their
livelihood driving people around the city behind horses and donkeys.
Or sometimes they used only their feet, pulling small coaches. They
wore harnesses like they were horses or donkeys themselves "
"I don't like horses. What are donkeys?"
"I'm not certain. A variety of horse, I think."
"Then I don't like them, either. You've been reading history, I see."
"Yes. Sorcery has changed our whole world and is still changing it."
"It has indeed."
"Let us walk."
"Very well."
And we did.
I found some dried black mushrooms, poured boiling water over
them, and let them soak. After about twenty minutes I cut them up
with scallions, leeks, a little dill, various sorts of peppers, and thin
strips of kethna. I quick-fried the whole thing with garlic and ginger
while Cawti sat on the kitchen chair, watching me cook. Neither of us
spoke until the food was done. We had it over some pasta my
grandfather had made. I had a few strawberries that were still good,
so I put them in apalaczinta with a paste made from finely ground
rednuts, cinnamon, sugar, and a bit of lime juice. We had that with a
rare strawberry liqueur Kiera had given me, having found it in a
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liquor store she was visiting after hours.
"How," I said, "can you stay away from a man who can cook like this?"
"Rigid self-control," she said. "Ah."
I poured us each some more liqueur and set the plates on the floor for
the jhereg. I leaned the chair back, sipped, and studied Cawti. Despite
her bantering tone, there was no light of humor in her eyes. There
hadn't been for some time. I said, "What would I have to do to keep
you?"
She looked at the table. "I don't know, Vladimir. I'm not sure there's
anything, anymore. I've changed." "I know. Do you like what you've
become?" "I'm not certain. Whatever it is, it hasn't finished
happening yet. I don't know if we can change together." "You know
I'm willing to try almost anything." "Almost?" "Almost."
"What won't you do?" "Ask me and we'll see."
She shook her head. "I don't know. I just don't know." This was
another conversation we'd had before, with variations and
embellishments. I went into the other room, next to the window so I
could hear the street musicians outside. I had thrown them a bag of
coins now and again, so they often played right below the window; it
was one of the things I liked about the place. I threw them a bag of
coins and listened for a while. I remembered how it felt to walk down
the streets with her, feeling her shoulder touch mine. It had made me
feel taller, somehow. I remembered meals at Valabar's, and klava in a
little place where made sculpture from empty cups and the sugar
bowl. I made myself stop remembering, and just listened to the music.
A little later Aibynn returned, his drum carefully wrapped in thick,
soft cloth. He set it against the wall and sat down.
''How did it go in court today?"
''Great " he said. "The Empress wants us back."
"Congratulations."
"What were you doing there"
"Recovering my wife."
"Oh " He looked over at her, sitting on the longchair and reading her
paper. "Good thing you got her."
She smiled at him, stood up, and said, "I believe I will bathe now."
"Mind if I watch?" I said.
She turned the smile toward me. "Yes," she said, and walked into the
bathroom. I heard the sound of wood being put into the stove and of
water being put on to boil. Aibynn began playing his drum, so I
couldn't hear the rustle of fabric and the splashing, which was just as
well, I suppose. His fingers were a blur, the beater was another. The
drum hummed, then moaned, then sang, with pops and clicks
emerging as if they were part of the room. I fell into it and managed
not to think for a while. Maybe I should learn to drum.
An hour later she came out in her red robe, Fenarian embroidery
around the bottom, tied with a white cloth. The combination
enhanced her dark eyes. She sat down again in the longchair. I spoke
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over the low moan of Ai-bynn's drum. "Are you going back to South
Adrilankha tomorrow? ' '
"Yes as long as I'm out, I'm going to work to force the Empire to
release Kelly and the rest of our people."
Do you think you can?" "I don't see any other option." I thought about
the Empress, about being bound in cords of necessity, and said, "Do
you know what they say about cornering a dzur?"
"Yes, I do. What do they say about killing thousands of people in a war
that isn't any of our business? What do they say about incarcerating
us in their dungeons? What do they say about starving us into
submission? What do they say about their Phoenix Guards beating
and killing us?"
"A point," I said.
"I'll be gone all day tomorrow."
"Yes, I suppose you will."
"Good night, Vlad."
"Good night, Cawti."
She went into the bedroom. I moved over to the longchair and sat
down on the soft darrskin, stretched over a hardwood frame. It was
still warm where she'd sat in it. Aibynn stopped playing, looked at me,
expressed a wish that I'd sleep without dreaming, then put his drum
down and went into the blue room. I stared out at the night through
the window and felt the warm breeze that smelled just a little of the
sea. Loiosh and Rocza flew over and sat on my lap. I scratched their
respective chins, and presently I fell asleep.
I had a dream I don't really remember, which is almost the same as
not dreaming. I think the growing light in the room and the voice in
my head were both worked into it. The ugly taste in my mouth was
not. I hate talking to people, even psionically, before I've had a chance
to rinse my mouth out. "Who is it?"
"It's your trusty and true assistant. "
"Joy. What is it, Kragar?"
"Glowbug just got offered six thousand for looking the other way
while some nice fellow sends you on to your next life. "
"Six thousand? Just for looking the other way? Verra. I've come up in
the world. "
I get the impression that he was tempted. "
'He 'd be stupid if he wasn 't. Why didn 't he take it? ' '
"He thinks you're lucky. On the other hand, he's worried
^Sensible guy. Let me wake up and and I'll get back to you
"Okay."
I rinsed out my mouth and gave myself a quick wash.
"I think we're in trouble this time, Loiosh."
"It's a lot of money, boss. Someone's bound to go for it."
"Yep."
I started water for my morning klava and checked on the other
occupants of the house. Cawti was gone, Aibynn was still sleeping. I
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put a log into the stove and used sorcery to light it, then set a couple of
my rolls in it, got out butter and some ginger preserves. I poured the
water over the ground klava, took the rolls out, prepared them,
dumped heavy cream and honey in the klava, sat down, ate, drank,
and thought.
Someone with the resources Boralinoi had could get me, eventually.
Sooner or later, someone on my staff would give. Hell, with the kind
of money he was throwing around, I might have sold out one of my
own bosses at one time. Personal loyalty only gets you so far in this
business; cash gets you further. There were three ways I could think
of to prevent him from buying someone off and setting me up. The
first, to kill Boralinoi before he could get to me, was a fine idea but
impractical; it would take two or three days, at least, to even get all
the information on him that I would need. For the second, outbidding
him I just didn't have the resources. That left the third, which would
have several potential repercussions that needed serious
consideration. I had another roll.
I took my time eating and thinking. When I was done, I put the plate
into the bucket drew some more water and got sticky stuff off my face
and hands.
"Kragar. Kragar. Kragar. " "Who is it?"
``Master Mustache himself. When can you have everyone in the
office?"
"What does 'everyone' mean this time, Vlad?" "All my enforcers,
Melestav, you." `Is it urgent enough that they should break off
whatever they're doing?"
``Might as well. There isn't any time of day or night when some of
them won't be busy doing something.''
"I guess. How 'bout an hour?"
"I'll see you then."
"Want an escort?"
"No. Just make sure there's no one around the office who might want
to do me injury.''
``Okay, boss. We 'II be there in an hour.'' I finished dressing, made
certain of all of my concealed weaponry, and collected both Loiosh
and Rocza. Aibynn was up by then, but I was pretty distracted so we
didn't converse much. I send Loiosh outside first to make sure the
street was clear, then carefully teleported to a spot within a quick
dash of my office, but that held possibilities for other escapes if that
route was blocked. It turned out to be unnecessary; except for the
usual wave of nausea, the teleport was uneventful. I ducked inside the
psyche-delics shop that was a front for the gambling room that was a
front for my office, and there I waited until I felt a little better. I went
back and into my office.
They were there, twelve enforcers, Kragar, and Melestav. We were
crammed into the area outside of my office and Kragar's, in front of
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Melestav's desk. I sat on the edge of his desk and considered the
fourteen killers here assembled. Glowbug squatted against the wall,
looking intense. Melestav, whose desk I'd usurped, stood near me
protectively, looking at the others as if he wasn't quite sure I was safe,
which was possible. There was Chimov, in the middle, waiting
patiently. And the others. Stickst would have grabbed a chair in front,
and his long legs wopuld have stretched out to the side, his arms
folded and he would have been looking curious and ironic.
An anger began to build up inside me but I had no time for it now; I
concentrated on those who were there. These were the men who kept
my business going, who, just by existing, prevented Jhereg with
hungry eyes from creeping into my area or trying to push me around.
These were the men who took turns guarding my back when I'd walk
around my area, and inspecting meeting places to make certain
everything was safe. If I couldn't count on them, I might as well kill
myself.
For the first time, as I studied them studying me, it seemed odd that
there were no women among them. It has been Jhereg custom, as
long as the Organization has existed that most of the women were
sorcerers, and worked in what was referred to as the Left Hand of the
Jhereg, or, informally, the Bitch Patrol. When they didn't refer to us
as the Right Hand of the Jhereg, they had many colorful names for us
that I see no need to go into. The two organizations cooperate, but
there is no love lost between them. Once, many years before, I'd been
told by an Oracle that my own left hand would bring me to the brink
of ruin, and I'd wondered if the Oracle referred to the Left Hand of
the Jhereg.
But I digress.
"First of all," I said, "let me tell you what's going on, as far as I can
tell. The gentleman who's after my head this time is much bigger than
anyone who's been after it before. He has the resources to offer six
thousand to anyone who will just move aside and let me get it, not to
mention what he's willing to pay to the man with the knife. On the
other hand, the last thing he wants is a war, sao I don't think he's
going to be going after any of you directly.
This," I went on, "leaves each of you with several voices. You can, of
course, sell me out. Pretty tempting
this time. I hope to make it less so in a moment. Two, you can
continue business as usual and hope I can come out on top yet again,
unlikely as that seems. Or, third, you can get out while you're still
alive. That is what I wish to discourage."
I paused and looked about the room once more. No change in any
expression, and--where was Kragar? Oh, there. Good. "This entire
affair will run its course, I think, in a very few days. At the end of that
time, if I win, you will all be doing at least as well as you do now,
maybe better. If I lose, of course, things won't look so good.
"None of you will be protecting me, because I will not be going around
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with any protection." That caused a few eyes to widen. "In fact, I will
not be going around at all. I will be hiding, and Kragar will run things,
though I'll be in touch with him. This will remove the temptation to
sell me out, because you won't be able to do so. It will remove the
danger that you'll be taken down in an attempt on me, because, if
there is such an attempt, you won't be there. This will begin at once, at
the end of this meeting.
"So all I'm asking, gentlemen, is that you keep working for a few days
and see how it all shakes out. I think the potential gains are worth the
risks. Any questions?"
There were none. "Fair enough. Let Kragar know if you want out.
That's all." I stood and walked into my office, moving abruptly just in
case someone had been bought off and thought he could get out alive
in the confusion. I sat behind my desk, feeling as if all my senses were
sharpened, so I noticed Kragar as he came in. I said, "Well?"
'' They're all sticking."
"Good. What do you think of the whole thing?"
"Nice of you to warn me in advance about my new responsibilities,
Vlad.''
"What new responsibilities? It's nothing more than you've been doing
for most of the last year, anyway."
"I guess. Do you know where you're going?"
"I'm not certain. Probably Castle Black. We both know how hard it is
to dig someone out of there." "And we both know it can be done."
"True, true. I'm still thinking about it." He nodded and looked
thoughtful. "As far as I can tell, they're all taking it pretty well."
"That's good. Guess what your next set of orders is?" He sighed. "Find
out everything there is to know about dear Lord Boralinoi. And you
want it yesterday." "Good guess."
"It's lucky I started work on it yesterday, or it might have taken
longer."
"You mean you've got it?"
"No, but I've started. Another day or two and I should have it."
"Good. Hurry." "I know."
"Any news of the war?"
"You have better sources than I do. Last I heard they were getting the
fleet together in Northport. There's lots of activity at the harbor, in
any case." "But no new disasters?"
"A couple more freighters sunk, and there's a rumor of a convoy being
attacked by some ships from Elde, but I don't know if it's true." I
nodded. "How about South Adrilankha?" He looked uncomfortable.
"Not good, Vlad. While you were off having tea with the Empress,
there were some nasty skirmishes between press gangs and
Easterners. Word is two Phoenix Guards were killed and another
eleven or so injured." "And Easterners?"
"No idea. Thing is, it's spreading. Nothing around here, yet, but there
have been signs of trouble on the docks and m Little Deathgate."
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"What sort of trouble?" 'Placards going up, Teckla banding together
and throwing things at Phoenix Guards. One or two barricades went
up in Little Deathgate, but they didn't last long."
"Anyone hurt?"
"Not yet."
"That's something. What's the issue? Conscription?"
"No. Kelly's arrest."
"By the Phoenix!"
"That's what the word is."
I shook my head, wondering if I really knew half as much about this
city as I thought I did. It was like there were invisible forces running
through the streets, forces that controlled our lives and directed our
actions, leaving us as helpless as a slave or an Empress. Things were
happening that I couldn't understand, couldn't control, and might not
survive. And whatever those things were, Cawti was right in the
middle of them.
"I think I'd better be going, Kragar. I've just thought of an errand that
won't wait."
"All right. Give the old man my regards."
"I will."
"And be careful, Vlad. Just because I can guess where you're going
doesn't mean Boralinoi's people can, but it doesn't mean they can't,
either."
"I'll be careful, Kragar. And good luck with your new job."
He snorted. "I'll need it," he said.
I followed him out, still thinking about Sticks. Something occurred to
me, and I stopped and asked Melestav to find the names of the
freighters that had gone down. It was unlikely Chorba's Pride was
one, and I couldn't do anything about it, anyway, but I wanted to
know. And I guess, somehow, I'd have felt better knowing that Trice
and Yinta were still alive. He agreed to do so, and I sent Loiosh and
Rocza out ahead of me, to make sure it was safe to go outside.
There was a thump behind me, and at first it didn't register that
anything was wrong. Then I saw Melestav facedown on the floor and I
moved away, drew a dagger, and looked around. I didn't see anything.
Loiosh came back and landed on my shoulder, also looking anxiously
around. I was not attacked.
Then I noticed that Melestav had a dagger in his hand and realized
from his position what he'd been up to. It was only after that that I
noticed Kragar, standing above my secretary's body.
"Shit, "I said.
Kragar nodded. "You were set up perfectly, Vlad."
"But he didn't notice you."
I started shaking and cursing at the same time. That had been as close
as I'd ever come. I looked down at his body. He had not only saved my
life more than once, he had died doing it, and now this. Now he'd tried
to shine me, and for what? Money? Power?
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If you want to push it back, he'd tried to shine me because I'd had to
go and threaten the Imperial representative, and then threaten
someone on the Jhereg Council. I couldn't blame anyone but myself
for this. I kept staring at the body until Kragar said, "No point in
standing around here, Vlad. I'll take care of things. Get somewhere
safe."
I did so without another word.
The bells in my grandfather's shop went tinga-ling as I pushed aside
the rug that he used as a door. "Come in, Vladimir. Tea?"
"Thank you, Noish-pa." I kissed his cheek and said hello to his
familiar, a short-haired white cat named Am-brus. The tea had a
distinct lemon tang and was very good. My grandfather's hands
shook, just a little, as he poured. I sat in a canvas chair in his front
room while Loiosh and ocza, after greeting Noish-pa, settled down
next to Am-us for conversation on subjects I could only guess at.
Where are your thoughts, Vladimir?"
"Noish-pa, what are they doing around here? I mean, the Empire, and
these rebels."
"What are they doing? You come to an old man like me for this?" But
he smiled with his few remaining yellowed teeth and settled back a
little. "All right. The elfs want to go to war, for what reason they do
not tell me. They want sailors for their ships, so they pull in young
men and women for it. They send in gangs who grab people and take
them, without even saying farewell to the family, and bring them to
the ships, which sail away. Everyone is upset, some throw things at
the elfs who want to take them. Now, these forradalomartok, they say
that the war is a, what is the word? Urugy."
"Pretext?"
"Yes, a pretext, to bring in soldiers. The forradalomartok organize
against this, and everyone says, 'Yes, yes, we fight,' and then they
arrest this Kelly and now everyone says, 'Let him go or we will wreck
your city.' "
"But it all happened so fast."
"That is how these things happen, Vladimir. You see all your peasants
smile and look sleepy and they say, 'Oh, this is our lot in life,' and then
something happens and they all say, 'We will die to keep them from
doing this to our chijdren.' All in a night it can happen, Vladimir."
"I guess so. But I'm frightened, Noish-pa. For them, and for Cawti."
"Yes, she still walks with these people. You are right to fear."
"Can they win?"
"Vladimir, why do you ask me? If soldiers come into my shop, I will
show them how old I am. But I will not go looking for them, and so I
know nothing of such things. Perhaps, yes, they can win. Perhaps the
soldiers will crush them. Perhaps both at once. I don't know." "I have
to decide what to do, Noish-pa." "Yes, Vladimir. But there is little help
I can give you." We sipped tea for a while. I said, "I don't know, maybe
it's good to have this problem. It means I don't have to worry about
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what's going to happen afterward." He didn't smile. "It is right not to
worry now. But is it possible for you?"
"No " I said. I stared at my hands. "I know you don't approve of what
I do. The trouble is, I'm not sure I approve of it anymore."
"As I told you once before, Vladimir, killing people for money is no
way for a man to earn a living."
"But Noish-pa, I hate them so much. I learned that I used to be one,
and I thought that had changed things, but it hasn't. I still hate them.
Every time I come to see you, and smell the garbage in the streets, and
see people who have lost their sight, or who have diseases that could
be cured by the simplest sorcery, or don't know how to write their
own names, I just hate them. It doesn't make me want to fix
everything, like Cawti; it just makes me want to kill them."
"Have you no friends, Vladimir?"
"Hmm? Well, yes, certainly. What has that to do with it?"
"Who are your friends?"
"Well, there's--oh. I see. Yes, they're all Dragaerans. But they're
different."
"Are they?"
"I don't know, Noish-pa. I really don't. I know what you're saying, but
why do I still feel this hate?"
"Hate is part of life, Vladimir. If you cannot hate, you cannot love.
And if you hate these elfs, then that is what you feel and you cannot
deny it. But more foolish than this hate of elfs you have never met is to
let it rule you. That is no way to live."
"I know that, but I--" I broke off as Amrus jumped into Noish-pa's lap,
mewing furiously. Noish-pa frowned and listened.
^What's wrong?" I said.
'Be still, Vladimir. I don't know."
Loiosh returned to my shoulder. Noish-pa got up ano walked into the
front of the shop. I was about to follow him when he returned,
holding a sheet of white parchment. He took a quill pen from an
inkwell, and with a few quick slashes drew a sideways rectangle. He
dipped the pen again, not blotting it at all, and made sloppy signs in
the corners. I didn't recognize the symbols.
"What is this?"
"Not now, Vladimir. Take this." He handed me a small silver dagger.
"Cut your left palm." I did so, making a cut right next to the tiny white
scar I'd made only two days before. It bled nicely. "Collect some blood
in your right hand." I did that, too. "Scatter it onto the paper." He
held the paper about three feet in front of me. I tossed the blood onto
it, making an interesting pattern of red dots. Then he threw me a
clean cloth to bind my hand up. I did, concentrating a little to stop the
blood and begin the healing. I wished, not for the first time, that I'd
troubled to learn basic sorcerous healing.
Noish-pa studied the red dots on the parchment and said, "There is a
man outside, near the door. He is waiting for you to come out so he
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can kill you."
"Oh. Is that all? All right."
"You know how to find the back door."
"Yes, but Loiosh will be taking it. We'll handle this our way."
He looked at me through filmy eyes. "All right, Vladimir. But don't be
distracted by shadows. Concentrate always on the target."
"I will," I said. I stood and drew my rapier. "I know how to make the
shadows vanish."
Lesson Thirteen
ADVANCED SURVIVAL SKILLS
"Okay, Loiosh. You know what to do. "
``What about Rocza ?''
``She can wait with me, just in case. ''
We went into the back room, past the kitchen, and I let Loiosh out,
then returned and stood waiting near the doorway, blade in hand.
Rocza landed on my shoulder. She was heavier than Loiosh, but I was
getting used to her.
"I don't see him yet, boss. ''
"No hurry, chum. Lots of places to hide out there the way things are
packed togeth--''
"Got him!"
"Let me see. Hmmm. Don't recognize him. "
``How should we play it?''
``Has he seen you ?''
"No. "
"Okay. Out the door, three steps, I'll take a left so we can get him away
from the shop. I'll let him catch up a bit, you hit him when he starts to
move, and I'll join you"
"Got it."
I put my sword away since I wouldn't be using it at once and kissed my
grandfather good-bye. He suggested once more that I be careful, and I
allowed as to how I would. I walked through the doorway, made a
show of looking around, then headed to my left. ``He's following.''
"Okay."
I scouted the area, looking for a place with enough people, but not too
many. After about two hundred yards I found it. I slowed down,
checked for an escape route or two, and finally stopped in front of a
fruit stand and picked up an orange. I dug around in my purse for a
coin. "Here he comes, boss."
I paid for the orange, took my dagger from my belt, cut the orange in
half, and palmed the blade while looking like I'd put it away. I started
sucking on a half.
"He's behind you, walking between a pair of humans. They aren't with
him, so don't worry. He's getting close. He's got a weapon out . . .
now!''
I turned and threw the orange at him. At the same time, Loiosh struck
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at his knife hand and Rocza left my shoulder to attack his face with
her talons. His knife hit the dirt of the street as he backed away.
Loiosh got him turned around and I put my dagger in the middle of
his back all the way to the hilt. He screamed and fell to his knees. I
took another dagger out, grabbed his chin, slit his throat, and
dropped the knife. Since he was now unable to scream, some local did
it for him, and quite well, too.
I walked around the side of the fruit stall, careful not to make eye
contact with anyone, and slipped between two buildings, where
Loiosh and Rocza joined me. We zigzagged our way past a couple
more streets, then went into a tavern, where I found water to clean
orange and blood from my hands. I hate it when my hands are sticky.
We emerged into South Adrilankha midday, with gaggles of young
men leaning against buildings surveying passersby, and tradesmen
out in front of their shops eating. The standard meal seemed to be
long loaves of bread which they dipped into something in a wooden
bowl, while holding a bottle between their knees. As I relaxed a bit,
since there seemed no sign of pursuit, I began to get the feeling that
all was not normal here, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out
how.
"Can you figure out what it is, Loiosh?" "I'm not sure, boss. It's subtle.
" I continued walking, heading generally toward the area where
Kelly's people had their headquarters. I noticed a group of a dozen or
so Easterners, men and women, trotting past me. On their faces was a
strange mixture of determination, confidence, and fear. No, not fear,
maybe nervousness. Two of them had homemade pikes, one had a
large kitchen knife, the others were unarmed. I wondered where they
were going. For some reason, my heart beat faster. It seemed to fit in
with whatever else I was unconsciously noticing.
"They're waiting for something, boss. It's like everyone smells that
something is going to happen.'' "I think you're right, Loiosh. I
wonder.'' Not far from the new headquarters was a small park,
shaped like a diamond with an arc cut out of one side. It was called
the Exodus, which had something to do with the arrival of masses of
Easterners to Adrilankha during the Interregnum. There were a few
clumps of half-starved trees, a pond full of water and algae, and
unkept grass and weeds with several paths cutting across them. I
crossed the Exodus on a path that took me near the small rise by the
arc. I stopped there for a while and watched.
There was a pack of about two dozen boys and girls, most of them
nine to eleven years old, who were industriously turning trees into
spears. They had a pile of perhaps fifty already, and the work was
neatly divided up: Some cut down the saplings, others trimmed and
shortened them, another group removed the bark, while others
smoothed polished them, and yet another group put points on them.
They were all filthy, but most of them seemed to be enjoying
themselves.
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There were a few who seemed grimly intent on their jobs, as if they
considered themselves to be involved in matters of high importance,
and some, especially the ones cutting up the logs, just seemed tired.
I watched them for a while as the significance washed over me. It
wasn't so much that they were making weapons, it was the systematic
way in which they were going about it. Someone had put them up to
this and explained exactly what to do. Yes. Someone.
I started walking again, faster now, but I didn't make it to the
headquarters. I was still half a mile away when I came upon a guard
station. There was no one there wearing the gold cloak, however;
instead there were a score of men and women, mostly Easterners, but
I picked out a few Teckla as well, all armed, and all wearing yellow
headbands. They stood outside the guardhouse, smiling and saluting
everyone who came by.
They scowled at my Jhereg colors, but were willing to talk to me. I
said, "What does the headband mean?"
"It means," said a willowy human woman of middle years, "that we
are protectors. We have taken control."
"Of what?" I said.
"Of this part of the city."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"Press gangs," she said, as if that explained everything.
"I don't understand."
"You will, Jhereg. You'd best move along now."
It was either that or start killing Easterners. I moved along.
"/ don't like this, boss. We should get out of here. "
``Not yet, Loiosh.''
A breeze came up, and brought with it a smell that I couldn't place. I'd
smelled it before; the associations were not pleasant. But what was it?
"Horses, boss." "That's it. Where?" "Left here. Not far."
It wasn't far. Just around a curve in the street, and there ere more of
the brutes than I'd ever seen at one place since ,the Eastern horse---
army at the Wall of Baritt's Tomb. But this tjme, instead of being
ridden, they were attached to large carts--six or seven carts, I think--
and the carts were being loaded with boxes. I recognized them as the
sort of farmers transports that regularly came into South Adrilankha
with deliveries, and left while it was still morning. What was most
unusual was how many of them there were.
I approached, and asked one of the workmen what was going on. He,
too, sneered at my colors, but said, "We have control of South
Adrilankha; now we are issuing proclamations for the rest of the
city." "Proclamations? Let me see one." He shrugged and pulled a
piece of paper out of the box. It was neatly set in printer's type, and
said, in distinctly unimaginative language, that the Easterners and
Teckla of South Adrilankha were refusing to admit press gangs into
the city, and were demanding the release of their imprisoned leaders,
and were rising as one to take the government from the hands of
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tyrants, and so on and so on.
It was there, as these wagons began to drive off, that I began to get a
sense of unreality--a sense that became stronger as I wandered off
and saw, lying unattended and ignored in the street, the body of a
Dragaeran, dead from many wounds, wearing the gold cloak of the
Phoenix Guards.
A long time later, in the cottage of an Eastern family where I spent a
night, I found Maria Parachezk's little pamphlet "Grey Hole in the
City," a description of those few days in Adrilankha. As I read it, I
lived it again; but more than that, I found myself nodding and saying,
"Yes, that's true," and, "I remember that," as she described the
pikemen's stand at Smallmarket, the Guardsmen walk ing twenty
abreast down the Avenue of the Moneylenders, the burning of the
grain exchange, and other events that I actually witnessed. If you find
the pamphlet, read it, and, if you like, insert here descriptions of any
event that catches your imagination. Because until I read it, I didn't
really remember any of those things.
I remember laughs and screams, fading into each other as if they were
part of a single musical composition, although they were long hours
apart. I remember the smell of the burning grain, and looking down
at my hands to see the ashes there. I remember standing in an alley,
out of the way of a marching battalion of Phoenix Guards, tapping a
broken axe handle against the wall of a boardinghouse. There was
blood on the axe handle, but I don't know how I acquired the thing,
much less if I was the one to blood it.
Maria Parachezk, whoever she is, was able to make sense out of the
whole thing, put events in order and connect them logically. I wasn't
then, so I'm not going to pretend to now. Apparently the insurgents,
Easterners and Teckla, were actually winning until late in the second
day of the rebellion, the third of the new year, when the sailors on the
Whitecrest withdrew their support of the rebels and allowed the
landing of the Fourth Seaguard, who broke the siege at the Imperial
Palace. But, from where I was, I never saw any difference between
winning and losing, right up until the end, when the Orca came
through the streets, mowing down everyone they saw. I didn't even
find out until afterward that the Imperial Palace had been attacked
twice and was under siege for nine hours.
I remember that, at one point, I became aware that I'd been in South
Adrilankha for an entire day, and I remember the early evening of
that day, when it seemed that the whole city was screaming, but, as I
go through my memories like a cedar chest I've lost something in, I
don't think that I saw anything more than sporadic fighting even at
the worst. There'd be silence, a few people running, then the sound of
metal on metal or metal on wood, screams,the horrible smell of burnt
human flesh, so like and so
unlike the smell of cooking meat. Did I actually strike a blow for "my
people"? I don't
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remember. I've asked Loiosh, but he remembers even less;
onjy that he kept asking me to go home and I kept saying
not yet. I know that I tried to make contact with Cawti
several times, but she wasn't receiving. For some reason, it was only
when the massacre
started--and even then I wasn't conscious of it as a massacre--that I
remembered my grandfather. I walked quickly through the streets,
only dimly aware that I was hurrying past the bodies of Easterners,
men, women, and children. I am grateful that I can bring to mind so
little of what I must have seen. I know that I skidded on something
and almost fell, and only later did I realize that it was blood, flowing
from the lacerated body of an old woman who was still moving.
I came across some fighting, but mostly I skirted it. At one point I ran
into a patrol of four Dragaerans wearing the gold cloaks. I stopped,
they stopped. They saw I was an Easterner, and they saw I was a
Jhereg, and I guess that puzzled them. They didn't know what to do
with me. I was not then holding a weapon, but they looked at the two
jhereg on my shoulders and the rapier at my side. I said, "Well?" and
they shrugged and moved on.
I saw the fires while I was still a mile or more from my grandfather's
shop. I began to run. The first thing I noticed when I got there was
that the house across the street from his shop was burning, as was the
little grocer's next to it. As I got close enough to smell burning
vegetables, I saw that Noish-pa's shop was still standing, and I began
to feel relief. Then I saw that the entire front was missing, and my
heart sank.
I came up to it, and the first thing I saw was the bodies of three
Phoenix Guards. There was no doubt who had killed them eacn bore a
single small wound right over the place where a Dragaeran or a
human keeps his heart. I dashed into the shop, and when I saw him,
calmly cleaning his blade, I almost cried with relief.
He looked up and said, "You should leave, Vladimir"
"Eh?"
"You should leave here. At once."
"Why?"
"Quickly, Vladimir. Please."
I looked back at the bodies, looked at my grandfather, and said, "One
got away, huh?"
He shrugged. "I've never been able to kill women. This is a weakness
we have from being human.''
"You're lucky she wasn't a sorcerer," I said.
"Perhaps. But there is little time. You must leave at once."
"If you'll come with me."
He shook his head. "I have nowhere to go. They will find you."
I chewed my lip. "There may be a place," I said. "Bide." "Morrolan.
Funny-talking Dragonlord. Dragaeran witch. Wielder of Blackwand.
Morrolan. Morrolan. ..."
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"Who is-- Vlad?"
"Himself."
"Where are you? Are you all right? The whole city--"
"I know. I'm in the thick of it, but I'm all right. I request sanctuary,
Lord Morrolan. For myself and for my grandfather. "
"Your grandfather? What happened?"
"Phoenix Guards tried to burn his shop down. He prevented them
from doing so. "
"I see."
"Where are you now?"
"The Imperial Palace, but I'll be leaving soon."
"What are you doing there?"
"I was preparing to defend the Empress, if necessary. But the siege
was broken. "
"Siege?"
Your Easterners, Vlad "'Oh. Who's with you?" "Aliera, Sethra."
"Sethra? That must have made quite a stir. "He chuckled. "/ wish
you could have seen it. What about you? Is everything all right?"
"Yes, as far as the rebellion goes, but I've got Jhereg troubles. That's
why I need sanctuary. " "I seem to recall another Jhereg--'' "Yeah, me,
too. But we're in a hurry, Morrolan. There may be some goldcloaks
coming back, and--"
"Very well, Vlad. You revive sanctuary for at least seventeen days.
Probably for~ever. And your grandfather as well, of course. I'll
inform Teldra. " "Thanks. See you soon."
I turned to Noish-pa and said, "It's settled. We can stay at Castle
Black." He frowned. "What is that?"
"A floating castle, Noish-pa. It's really quite comfortable. You'll like
Morrolan, He--" "He is an elf?"
"Yes, but--"
"No. I will remain here"-"
I smiled. "Very well. I know I can't make you leave " "Good."
I went over and sat down in one of his chairs. He frowned and said,
"Vladimir, you should go now "
"No."
"What?"
"If you stay, so do I. You can't make me leave, either." "They will
return in foresee."
"Indeed. And with sorcerers. But I know some tricks " "Vladimir--"
"Both of us or neither, Noish-pa." He looked me in the eye, then a bit
of a smile came w his face "Very well Vladimir. Bring me to the elf
castle."
"Be prepared to be sick, Noish-pa."
"Why?"
"Teleport spells do that to humans. I don't know why."
"All right, then." He picked up Ambrus, his familiar, and took one last
glance around the shop. "Let us leave at once, then."
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I put one arm around my grandfather's shoulders and concentrated
on the courtyard of Castle Black. When the image was clear, I drew on
the power, shaped it, and felt the familiar twist in my bowels. South
Adrilankha vanished, and the walls of the courtyard appeared in
reality to match the picture in my mind.
Noish-pa looked queasy, but otherwise all right. I watched j his face as
he slowly recovered, even more slowly than I did, and became aware
of the size of the courtyard, of the ground below us, and then of the
symbols on the walls and the huge double doors some forty paces in
front of us.
"How can this elf know the Art?" he asked.
"He's very unusual for a Dragaeran," I said.
When he was able to, we walked together up to the doors, which
opened before us. Noish-pa looked at me but didn't comment. Lady
Teldra gave us a courtesy and said, "Lord Vladimir, we are so relieved
that you are safe, and delighted that you will be staying with us. And
you, sir, your grandson has spoken so much and so highly of you that
we were nearly afraid to hope for the honor of your presence here
someday. We are delighted that you have come, though sorry for the
hardship that forced the journey on you. Please be welcome. I am
Teldra."
She is, after all, of the House of the Issola.
He stared at her, his mouth opening and closing, and then his face lit
up in a big grin and he said, "I like you," and, for the first time, I think
I saw Lady Teldra actually touched.
She showed us in. "The Lord Morrolan requested that you await him
in the library," she said. "If you would follow me?"
Noish-pa seemed awed by the display of Castle Black as we made our
way down the marble halls and up the wide stairways. Ambrus looked
around as well, as if he were memorizing an escape route. I could
almost see Noish-pa making notes to himself to study various of the
sculpture paintings, and psiprints we passed. Lady Teldra would have
been willing to stop and let him examine them then, and would gladly
have told all their histories and given brief biographies of the artists,
but I badly wanted to sit down.
Morrolan's library is actually quite a complex of rooms so it was
helpful to have her show us which one. It says something either about
him or about Dragaerans in general that his books were arranged
neither by subject nor title, but, primarily, by the House of the author.
We awaited him in the largest room, which was, quite naturally, filled
with books written by Dragonlords.
We had hardly gotten seated, and Lady Teldra was just pouring the
wine, when he entered. We both stood and bowed, but he motioned us
to sit. He bowed deeply to my grandfather, rising in time for Loiosh to
land on his shoulder. Rocza flew over to Ambrus, who hissed at her
and then allowed herself to be licked, which startled me'
We all sat down again, and Lady Teldra poured us all wine, giving the
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first glass to my grandfather. I said "On behalf of my grandfather,
Morrolan, thank you. We-"
Never mind that'" he said' "Of course you're welcome here as long as
you want to stay but do you know about Cawti. I stopped with the
glass halfway to my lips carefully set it down, and said, "Tell me."
She's been arrested again. This time under direct orders from the
Empress. The charge is treason against the empire. Vlad she's facing
execution."
Lesson Fourteen
FUNDAMENTALS OF BETRAYAL
I felt my grandfather's eyes on me, but I didn't look at him. I said,
"Has a trial been set?"
"No. Zerika says she's going to wait until the troubles are over."
"Troubles? Was that her word for it?"
"Yes."
"I see. Has Norathar done anything?"
"Not yet. She's been directing troops. She says--"
"Directing troops? In the city?"
"No, she's putting together an invasion force for Greenaere."
"Oh. That's a relief, anyway."
"Why?"
I shook my head. It would be too hard to explain. "How much have
you heard about what's going on?"
He shrugged. "Disorders. I was at the Imperial Palace during the
second attack, and throughout the siege, so I mostly know about
activities there, but I heard at least some of the rest. Zerika says
things should be under control by tomorrow morning."
"Under control," I repeated. I looked at Noish-pa, but this time he
was looking away." "Yes" continued Morrolan. "Sethra has
established order in--"
"Sethra! Lavode?
"Sethra the Younger."
"How did she end up in command?"
"The brigadier of the Phoenix Guards resigned yesterday over some
dispute with the Empress. I don't know the details."
"Maybe he didn't like the idea of slaughtering thousands of helpless
Easterners."
"Helpless? Vlad, weren't you listening? There were attacks on the
Imperial Palace. They laid siege to it. They actually threatened the
Empress--"
"Oh, come now. She could have teleported out anytime she wanted
to."
"That isn't the point, Vlad. Threatening the sanctity of-"
"Can we change the subject?"
"You asked," he said stiffly.
"Yeah. Sorry." Loiosh flew back to my shoulder and nuzzled my ear. I
said, "What about the war?"
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"Are you sure you want to hear about it?"
"I'm trying to figure out how to get Cawti out of there. The first thing I
need to know is what's going on with the Empress, so I can decide how
to try to influence her. Does that make sense?"
He seemed startled; I guess that sort of thinking wasn't what he
expected of me. Then he said, "Very well. The Empire is still trying to
put together an invasion fleet to attack the Greenaere and Elde
alliance"
"Trying?"
He looked grim. "A task force sailing from Adrilankha Northport in
preparation for an attack on Greenaere was itself attacked by several
alliance warships, and three of them were sunk. I don't know how big
they were, or how many were lost, or--why are you smiling?"
Why was I smiling?
I took a sip of wine without tasting it. I had never particularly cared
about the Empire one way or the other; that is, it was there, I lived in
it and ignored it. Even the onset of war hadn't inspired any particular
feelings in the sense of who I hoped would win the conflict. But now, I
realized, I wanted the Empire to be hurt. Very much I wanted them to
be hurt. I would love it if the Empire was tumbled, inconceivable as
that was. I wanted to see the Ob rolling, broken, on the ground. I
wanted to see the mighty Palace, with all its pillars of silver, and its
walls cut of black marble, rooms in which ten Eastern families could
live, burned to the ground.
I remembered only flashes of the last two days in South Adrilankha,
but there were looks on faces that I knew I'd remember as long as I
lived, and if the only way to ease the pain was the destruction of the
Empire, then that's what I wanted. In a life governed by hatreds, this
hatred was a new one. Maybe it was what Cawti had felt all along.
Maybe now I could understand her.
I tossed aside dreams of the Empire fallen; such dreams would not
win my wife's release. In fact, the best would be if I could find a way
to...
If I could . . .
"Nothing," I said. "I think I know how to save Cawti, though."
My grandfather looked at me sharply. Morrolan said, "Oh?"
"Do you think you'd be willing to help? I will also need Aliera's help,
and, I think, Sethra's. And possibly Day-mar's."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I'll explain when we're all together. Say, this evening-I should warn
you, it will be dangerous."
He me a look of contempt. I'd only said it to annoy him anywav. "I
will help you," said Morrolan.
"Thank you" I said.
My grandfather spoke for the first time. He said, "Vladimir, will you
travel again through the fairy-land?" "Excuse me?"
"Travel through the fairy-land, the way we did to come here."
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"Oh Yes, I expect so."
He nodded thoughtfully and spoke to Morrolan. "I see that you
practice the Art."
"Yes," said Morrolan. "I am a witch."
"Have you devices I might use? All of mine are lost."
"Certainly," said Morrolan. "I'll have Teldra bring you to my
workshop."
"Thank you," said my grandfather.
Morrolan nodded and said, "Aliera is here. Shall I make contact with
Sethra and Daymar?"
"Yes," I said. "Let's get started."
A few minutes later he reported that everyone would be assembled for
dinner that evening, which gave me several hours to kill. I realized
that I was desperately tired and asked Lady Teldra to show me to a
room. I gave my grandfather a kiss, bowed to Morrolan, and stumbled
to the chambers I'd been assigned.
Before I fell asleep, I got hold of Kragar and said, "What's the news
from Jhereg center?"
``You are, Vlad."
"Do tell."
"Three more offers, all refused. Whether they'd have been refused if
anyone knew where you were, I don't know. "
"Okay. Do you have the information I wanted?"
"Yes, indeed. And someone knows I'm collecting it. "
"Oh"
"I was offered twenty thousand to convince you to collect it in
person."
"Twenty thousand? Why didn't you take it?"
"I didn't think I could talk you into coming for it without getting you
suspicious.''
"Hmmm. You're probably right. Can you send it by messenger to
Castle Black?"
"Easy."
"Good. Any, um, disturbances in the area?"
``Not to speak of. Everything pretty much passed us by. We were
lucky. "
"Yes," I said. Lucky. Images came bubbling up like Teckla to a feast,
but I shoved them back down. No, now was not the time for thinking
about that. Maybe there'd never be a time for thinking about that, but
now I was tired.
"How are things on your end?" said Kragar.
"Working their way toward resolution."
``Good. Keep me informed.''
"I will. Have the messenger ask them to wake me when he gets here.''
``Okay. See you later, Vlad.''
"Don't count on it, Kragar." Before he could ask what I meant by that,
I was asleep.
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Kragar's messenger was too quick for me to get enough sleep, but the
two or so hours I got, along with the klava supplied by Lady Teldra
when she woke me, put me in good enough shape for the moment. I
sat up in bed, sipped klava, and studied the sheaf of documents giving
all the significant details of Boralinoi's life and personal habits. He
was another of the Council members who got there by being in the
right place when Zerika returned with the Orb ending the
Interregnum. He was considered good at arranging compromises
between rivals, but he was not, himself, a compromiser. He'd done a
few very nasty things to secure his position, and since then his
reputation ha protected him. There had been no known attempts on
hi life, and his habits didn't indicate that he was terribly worrjed
about such things. On the other hand, he knew I was after him, so it
could be tough.
On yet a third hand, he had a mistress, so it could be pretty easy.
Given a couple of weeks to set it up, it should be no problem. But, of
course, I didn't have a couple of weeks to set it up. I wouldn't have an
Organization in a couple of weeks. Still, it might be possible to do it
more quickly. I could do what they'd done to me, set up outside his
mistress's flat and wait for him to emerge. Not very professional, not
the kind of sure thing I liked, but it might work.
I shook my head. The business with Cawti was more urgent, but I had
a handle on that. It bothered me that it might not get Cawti released
even if it worked, and it bothered me that if things went bad, the
business with Boralinoi would remain unfinished. And I owed that
son of a bitch one. I considered the matter and kept considering it as I
dressed, then put it out of my mind. One thing at a time.
The front dining room, with its huge glass windows overlooking the
courtyard, blackwood chairs and table, and hanging brass lamps, was
just big enough for Morrolan, Aliera, Sethra, Daymar, Noish-pa, and
me. Daymar was on his best behavior; that is, he sat in his chair,
between Morrolan and Sethra, instead of floating cross-legged as was
his wont. My grandfather was clearly uncomfortable; I doubt he had
been so close to so many Dragaerans ever in his life, but he did his
best to pretend he was at ease. When he tasted the Bazian pepper
stew, he smiled m amazement and no longer had to pretend.
Morrolan smiled at him. "Your grandson gave my cook the recipe," he
said.
"I hope he left nothing out," said Noish-pa.
Aliera nibbled daintily and said, "What's the plan, then? My cousin"-
she indicated Morrolan, perhaps for Noish-pas benefit-"said it would
be exciting."
"Yes," I said. "We're going to end the war."
"That will be pleasant," said Daymar "You aren't in it, I'm afraid."
"Oh?"
"Except, of course, for getting us there."
"Where?"
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"Greenaere."
"You wish to journey to Greenaere?" said Morrolan "Explain."
"The Phoenix Stones prevent psionic communication and they
prevent sorcery. Daymar was able to temporarily punch through the
one, and I suspect that with Sethra's help he could punch through the
other long enough to get us in. Perhaps even to get us out again after."
"After what?"
"After we have forced a truce on them."
"How?"
"Leave that to me. Your job is to keep me alive long enough to get the
truce into our hands."
There was considerable silence at this point, then Morrolan said,
"Several things need to be discussed, I think "
"Goon."
"In the first place, I do not perform assassinations."
"No problem, I do. If you want to kill someone, you are welcome to
challenge him to single combat, if that somehow pleases you more."
"Then you admit you are going to assassinate this King?"
"No. But neither do I deny it."
"Hmmm. In the second place, we cannot be sure Day-mar and Sethra
can succeed. The Empire has tried several times to break through and
failed. What makes you think this time we can succeed?"
"Several things," I said. "First, we now know about the Phoenix
Stones. Second, we know that Daymar has succeeded once already, in
a limited way. Third, we have Sethra Lavode." She smiled and dipped
her head by way of acknowledgment.
"It sounds chancy," said Morrolan.
I said, "Sethra?"
"It's worth a try," she said. "Just how well do you know Greenaere?"
"I have a spot marked well enough to teleport to, if that's what you
mean."
"I don't know if that will be good enough. We're going to need a solid,
detailed image of the place, memories of all five senses."
"Hmmm. I've got an idea for that. Let me think about it."
"Very well," said Sethra.
I said, "What next?"
Morrolan spoke up again. "How do you know that, if we succeed, the
Empire will, in fact, release Cawti?"
I shrugged. "I don't. I'm working on that. I have some ideas. If they
don't pan out, perhaps we'll scrap the whole plan. I'll know by noon
tomorrow."
"It seems to me," said Morrolan, "that you are doing a great deal of
hoping here. You hope we will be able to break through the Phoenix
Stones. You hope you can force a treaty out of Greenaere. You hope
we will be able to escape again. You hope the Empress will be
sufficiently grateful to you to free Cawti."
"You've expressed it quite well."
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I waited for about two breaths, then: "Count me in," said Morrolan.
"Sounds like fun," said Aliera.
Sethra nodded and Day mar shrugged. Noish-pa looked at me steadily
for a moment, then resumed eating. I wondered what he was
thinking. Perhaps he was remembering how I'd said I hated
Dragaerans, and now, when I was in trouble, whom did I go running
to for help? A good point, that. I'd known them a long time, and we'd
been through so much together. I just never thought of them as
Dragaerans; they were friends. How could I--
"When are we going to do it?" said Morrolan.
I asked Sethra, "How much time will you and Daymar need to
prepare?"
"At least until tomorrow. We won't know until we start looking at the
problem."
"All right. Tentatively, tomorrow afternoon. If you aren't ready by
then, we'll see. In the meantime, I to run home and get somebody."
"Who?"
"You'll meet him. He's a drummer."
"From Greenaere?" said Sethra.
"Yep."
"Think he'll help?"
"If he's a spy, which I think is possible, he'll be glad to. If he isn't, he
might not."
"If he's a spy--"
"It won't matter for what I'm trying to do."
"Very well, then," said Morrolan, and called for dessert, which
involved fresh berries of some kind and a sweet cream sauce. It
arrived, and I ate it, but I don't remember how it tasted. After dinner I
made sure my grandfather was settled in as well as possible, studied
Kragar's notes a bit more, then walked out to the courtyard of Castle
Black.
"Loiosh, you and Rocza stay real alert.'',
"/ know, boss. I'm not happy about this at all. They were waiting for
you once-- "
"1 know. How's your lady doing?"
Rocza shifted on my right shoulder and nuzzled me a little. I got my
mind fixed on a place across the street from my flat and teleported
there. Loiosh and Rocza left my shoulder as we arrived and buzzed
about.
' 'No one here, boss.''
' 'My compliments to Rocza. She's learning the business, I think. "
' 'She's got a good teacher. You okay ?''
' 7 didn 't lose my dinner, anyway. Give me a minute and stay alert.'' ".
"Check. "
When I felt better I walked up to the flat. I was in luck: Aibynn was
there, and there were no assassins.
"Hey, how you doing?"
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"Not bad. How'd you like to help me out?"
"Doing what?"
"Ending the war."
"That sounds fine. What do I have to do?"
"Come with me, and let someone read your mind while you remember
everything you can about that spot on Greenaere where we met."
"I could do that."
"You'll have to take your pendant off" while you do it."
"What? Oh, this?" He fingered the Phoenix Stone around his neck,
then shrugged. "That's fine."
"Good. Come with me."
"Just a minute."
He collected his drum and stood next to me. I took a look around the
flat, wondering if I'd ever see it again, then we teleported right from
there, because I still didn't feel very safe.
Aibynn stared around Castle Black in amazement. "Where are we?"
"The home of Morrolan e'Drien, House of the Dragon."
"Nice place."
"Yeah."
Lady Teldra greeted him like an old friend; he grinned from ear to
ear. I went back up to the library and performed introductions. He
was pleasant, and either didn't know or didn't care who Sethra
Lavode was, not to mention Aliera and Morrolan. They were polite to
him, and then Lady Teldra showed him to a room. I found my own
room and slept for about fourteen hours.
Late the next morning I saw Morrolan in his workshop, where he was
showing Noish-pa around. I found myself fascinated by the door that
led to the tower that held the windows. Morrolan caught me staring at
it, but asked no questions. Instead he mentioned something else: "I've
had an official emissary from House Jhereg."
"Oh?"
"I've been asked to surrender you."
"Ah. Are you going to?"
He snorted. "What did you do to them, Vlad?"
"Actually, nothing. It's what they think I'm going to do."
"What is that?"
"Kill someone important."
``Are you?''
"Only if we escape Greenaere successfully. First things first, you
know.''
"Of course. What about the Empire?"
"I'm going to see to that in a few moments."
"Can I help?"
"Perhaps. Can you arrange for the Empress to see me?"
"Certainly. When?"
"Now."
He stared at me and his mouth worked for a moment. Then he
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concentrated, and was silent for about two minutes. It was interesting
trying to piece together the conversation from the expressions that
crossed Morrolan's face. He shook his head twice, shrugged once, and
once his face twisted up into an expression I couldn't fathom. At last
he opened his eyes and said, "She is expecting you."
"Excellent. Can you arrange a teleport?"
"In the courtyard."
"Thank you."
I took a last look at the door to the tower, smiled at Noish-pa, who was
already absorbed in work of some sort, and made the long hike, down
and around and up an through to the library. I gave Lady Teldra a big
smile which left her a bit puzzled, I think, then I went out into the
courtyard where one of Morrolan's sorcerers greeted me respectfully
and sent me to the square outside the Imperial Palace that is reserved
for those arriving via teleportation.
My stomach had settled down by the time I entered the Palace proper,
but I hardly noticed it in any case, my mind was racing so. I was led
through hallways and past terraces and inconspicuous guard
locations, and at last out into the throne room, with its massive
seventeen-sided dome and windows of colored glass. As I approached,
I noticed Count Soffta among the courtiers, and I gave him a big
smile. His brows came together, but other than that he betrayed no
expression.
I bowed to Her Majesty, my heart thumping with excitement, my
brain pounding with ideas. "I greet you, Baronet Taltos." "And I, you,
Your Majesty. Care to take a walk?" Her eyes widened, and that time I
heard the courtiers gasp But she said "Very well. Come with me." And
she led the way behind her throne.
The walls were still white and featureless, but this time in my
excitement, I nearly outpaced her. For some reason, I no longer had
such awe of her as I'd had before; whether it was the state of my mind,
or the events of the past few days, or a combination, I don't know.
She said." Are you here to plead for your wife, or to reprimand your
Empress for her actions among the Easterners?"
"Both, Your Majesty."
"Neither will move me, Baronet. I'm sorry, because in all honesty I
like you. But to threaten the Empire is unforgivable, which is my only
answer to both entreaties."
"Your Majesty, I have, on the one hand, a proposal, and, on the other,
information."
She glanced sideways at me, appearing both amused and curious.
"Proceed," she said.
"Allow me, Your Majesty, to begin with some questions. May I?"
"You may."
"Do you know why the citizens rebelled?"
"There were many reasons, Baronet. The press gangs a necessary evil
in time of war. The measures, the justified measures, taken against
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the irresponsible violence in which they engaged. Certain regrettable
conditions under which they live."
"Yes," I said. "Let us consider the irresponsible violence. Would the
massacres--and I use the word advisedly, Your Majesty, for that's
what they were--would the massacres have been necessary had the
citizens not engaged in what you called the 'irresponsible violence'?"
She considered. "Probably not," she said.
"Well, then, suppose it was not the citizens who destroyed the
watchstation in South Adrilankha, and I suspect committed several
similar acts, but was instead a certain Jhereg, who wanted these
Easterners suppressed."
She stopped in her tracks and stared at me. "You have evidence of
this?''
"His own words that he'd done it."
"Will you swear to this?"
"Under the Orb."
She resumed walking. "I see." I gave her time to consider things
further. After a bit she said, "Are you aware that, if you do so swear,
by the law, you must do so publicly?"
"Yes."
"So the Organiza--excuse me--your friends and your House will know
that you have betrayed this person?"
"Yes."
"And you are prepared to do so?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"When we return to the throne room, Your Majesty.
"Very well. I must say that, moving as this is, and as angry it makes
me, it does not free your wife from the responsibility for leading
rebellion." "That, Your Majesty, is where my proposal fits in." "Let's'
hear it, then." "Your Majesty, I will, personally, bring about a peace
with Elde and Greenaere, at no cost to the Empire and at no risk to
you, if you will release my wife."
Once more, she stopped and stared at me. She resumed walking.
"What makes you think you can do this?"
"I have an idea of what they want, and why they began the war, and I
think I can fix it."
"Tell me."
"No, Your Majesty."
And again the sidelong look, followed by a low laugh. "Can you
convince her to stop stirring up trouble in South Adrilankha, not to
mention the rest of the city, or the rest of country?"
"Probably not," I said.
She nodded and chewed on her lower lip--a most non-Imperial
gesture. Then she said, "Very well, my lord Jhereg. Yes, if you can do
what you say, I will release your wife."
"And her friends?"
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She shrugged. "I can hardly release one without releasing them all.
Yes, if you can publicly swear, under the Orb, that the violence was
deliberately caused by a Jhereg, and if you personally conclude a
peace with Greenaere and Elde Island that costs us nothing, I will
release your wife and her associates." "Good. Thank you, Your
Majesty."
She stopped yet a third time and touched my shoulder. Above her, the
Orb went white. She saw me looking at it and said, "What l am saying
now is not being remembered"
"Oh."
Lord Taltos, do you know the Organization will kill you if you betray
them?"
"Perhaps," I said. "They will certainly try."
She shook her head. The Orb resumed its pinkish hue and the
Empress led the way back to the throne room where she announced a
declaration under the Orb.
The court watched. The Orb floated over my head, and prepared,
however it did so, to determine truth or false hood. I phrased my
accusation very carefully, so there could be no question of the truth,
or of the guilt. All the time I spoke, my eyes were on Count Soffta, who
was trying very hard to keep any expression from his face.
And I was smiling.
THREE
Aesthetic Considerations
Lesson Fifteen
BASIC IMPROVISATION
I RETURNED TO Castle Black and considered consequences.
My life was worth rather less than the small change in my purse, and
if things went as I more than half expected them to, I would only have
the satisfaction of cheating the Organization of the pleasure of killing
me themselves. I indulged myself in a few minutes of soul-searching
as I returned to my chambers to rest for a while.
This was nothing like the fatalism that comes upon certain Lyorn who
take too long a view of life, and it wasn't really the suicidal madness
that had taken me for a short time after I'd been broken under
torture. It was more that things had lined themselves up so that I had
fewer and fewer options, so the one remaining had to be the right
thing to do.
Which brought up the next question: When had I suddenly become
enamored of doing the right thing, rather than the practical thing?
Was it on the streets of South Adrilankha? Was it in my grandfather's
shop, when he said, so simply and quietly, that what I did was wrong?
Was it when I finally realized, once and for all, that the woman I'd
married was gone forever, and that, whoever she had become, she
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had no use for me as I was? Or was it that I was finally faced with a
problem that couldn't be solved by killing the right person; could only
be solved, in fact, by performing a service to the Empire that I hated?
That, I suddenly realized, was what had happened to Cawti: She had
transferred her hate from Dragaerans to the Empire. There are fools
who pretend that one can get through life without hating, or that the
emotion itself js somehow wrong, but I've never had that problem.
But sometimes your own hate can fool you as much as your own love,
with results that are just as disastrous. It had been silly, at best, to
think that I hated Dragaerans when all of my close friends were of the
race. Cawti's hatred of the Empire, which I now shared in my own
way, was perhaps more reasonable, but ultimately frustrating. Noish-pa was right: Hatred is inevitable; allowing it to control your actions
is foolish.
I didn't know where that left me now, and I admitted, as I stared at
the ceiling and hid my thoughts from Loiosh, that none of it mattered,
anyway. By surrendering to "right" as opposed to "practical," I had
changed irrevocably. But once you allow yourself to recognize
necessity, you find two things: One, you find your options so
restricted that the only course of action is obvious, and, two, that a
great sense of freedom comes with the decision.
By this time tomorrow, Vlad Taltos, Jhereg and assassin, would be
dead, one way or the other. I made certain all of my documents were
correct and decided that the time allotted for self-indulgent soul-searching had expired.
But I fervently hoped that I would have a chance to give my Demon
Goddess a piece of my mind before all was said and done.
\*\*\*
It was early afternoon when I was summoned to Morrolan's lower
workshop, the place set aside for his exponents with sorcery. I was
much calmer, and beginning to be nervous. Make that frightened.
I picked up Aibynn on the way. Sethra, Daymar, and Morrolan were
there, staring at the black stone and speaking together. They looked
up when I came in and Sethra said, "Here, Vlad, catch," and tossed me
the stone. "Now, speak to me psionically." I attempted to do so, and it
was like it was back on the island; no one was home. I shrugged.
"Now," she said, "watch." She gestured with one hand, and my rapier
began rising out of its sheath. She stopped, it slid back in. "Well?" I
said.
"The stone has no effect on sorcery whatsoever." "All right. But then--
"
She held up a hand. "Now, if you please, set Spellbreaker spinning."
"Eh? All right." I let the chain fall into my left hand, wondering what
she was after. It was very cool in my hand, and alive like a Morganti
weapon was alive, yet different. I did as she'd said. When it was going
good, spinning between Sethra and me, she gestured again. This time,
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nothing happened, except perhaps the faintest tingling running up my
arm.
"Well?" I said. "We knew Spellbreaker interfered with sorcery. That's
why I gave it the name."
"Yes. And so does whatever else is on the island. Does the similarity
strike you?"
"Yes. What's your point?"
``There is more to that chain than I know,'' she said. ``But I think we
are able to determine one thing now. It is not, in fact, made of gold. It
is made of gold Phoenix stone."
"Is that what you call it?" put in Aibynn, who'd been so quiet I'd
forgotten he was there.
"What do you call it?" asked Morrolan, in all innocence.
"In my land," said Aibynn, "we call it a rock."
I said hastily, "I'm not really surprised that breaker isn't just gold;
I've never seen gold as hard as the links of this chain."
"Yes. Black disables psionic activity, gold prevents the working of
sorcery."
I studied Spellbreaker. "It certainly looks like metal," I said. "And
feels like it."
"As I said, there's more to that chain than I understand."
"Well, all right. Now, do you know how to use this information to get
past it to the island?"
"Possibly. Set Spellbreaker spinning again." I did so. She looked at
Daymar, nodded, and gestured. Once again, the sword began to rise
from its sheath, only very slowly. She stopped, it returned.
"Looks good," I said. "How?"
"How did Aliera break through the wall the last time you were on the
island?"
"Pre-Empire sorcery," I said.
"Yes."
"Can you control it well enough to teleport with it? I'd understood
such fine control was impossible, which is why the Orb was invented
in the first place."
"Yes and no," said Sethra. "I can create a disturbance in the field set
up by the Phoenix Stone, which allows Daymar to direct his energy
through the gold stone, ignoring the black, which allows me to
channel mine through the black, ignoring the gold. It isn't easy," she
added.
"It is similar," added Morrolan, "to the way you and Loiosh
communicate. It isn't exactly psionically, it's more--"
"Never mind the details," I said, "as long as it ^j work.''
"It should," said Sethra. "As long as we can get a! enough image of the
place."
She looked at Aibynn. He stared back, looking inno-ce"JAll right," I
said. "Sethra, what about getting us
^Daymar wjn have to try to break through to you."
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"All right, when?"
"Let's talk about it.
We decided that they would give us a couple of hours, and after that,
Daymar would attempt to reach me psionically every half hour until
we said we were ready to re---
Sethra said, "You know, don't you, that it is much more difficult to
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"Yeah," I said. "But I trust you."
"As you say."
"Then we can proceed."
"Yes," she said. "Are you ready?"
"I was bora ready."
"Then let us call Aliera and be about it."
Aliera arrived almost at once. She was wearing the black and silver
battle garb of a Dragonlord. She was barely taller than I, which was
quite short for a Dragaeran. It used to bother her, I guess, since she
was in the habit of wearing long gowns and levitating rather than
walking, but she had recently stopped doing this. I thought that I'd
ask her why at some future date, then realized there probably
wouldn't be some future date for me. I shivered. At her side was a
shortsword called Pathfinder, which was one of the Seventeen Great
Weapons, though I knew little about it beyond that. That it was
Morganti was sufficient information for most people, myself
included.
Morrolan, as always, wore black. At his side was Blackwand, about
which the less said the better. Sethra had us stand in a triangle, with
me at the V, Morrolan in front of me to the right, Aliera in front to my
left. Loiosh was on my right shoulder, Rocza on my left. Rocza seemed
a bit jumpy; Loiosh as cool as steel. Sethra said, "Put an arm on
Morrolan's shoulder, and one on--hello, Master Taltos."
I looked up and saw my grandfather ambling his way toward me. For
a moment I was afraid he was going to insist on coming along, but he
only wanted to slip an amulet over my head and kiss my cheek.
"What is it?"
"It should prevent you from feeling discomfort while you journey in
the elflands."
It took me a moment to translate that, then I said, "You mean I won't
get sick anymore when I teleport? Noish-pa, my life is complete."
"No," he said. "It is not complete until you have given me a greatgrandchild. Don't forget that."
I looked into his eyes for just a moment, then kissed his cheek. "I
won't." He stepped back until he was next to Aibynn, who was next to
Daymar and Sethra. I put my hands on Aliera's and Morrolan's
shoulders and said, "All right, Sethra and Daymar. Cast off."
"Concentrate on the location, Aibynn. Do you have one in mind?"
"Yes."
'.'Very well. Concentrate on it, and open your mind to me--oh, take
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that thing off."
"Oh, yeah. Okay."
"Now, think about it. Remember every detail you can, what it feels
like--excellent. You're good at this. I think we're ready, Vlad."
"Do it, then," I said, hoping Aibynn wasn't sending us back into a cell,
or into the sea or something. I wished I could trust him a little more. I
felt Daymar's powerful psychic presence, as if he were tiptoeing
around in my forebrain. Then there was what I can only describe as a
psychic twist. Imagine, if you will, that your thoughts are neatly
rolling waves in a pond, and someone comes along and throws a
boulder into the middle of it. I could no longer form coherent
thoughts, and my perceptions became hopelessly muddled. I
remember feeling as if Castle were loose inside my head, and I was
desperately e to tie it down against a storm, while simultaneously
Sizing how absurd that was
More went on then, a great deal more, but there is no j can
reconstruct it, or even remember most of the images the spell created.
The next thing I can recall clearly, 'nd I have no idea how long we
stood there before it happened, was being covered in a bright blue
light that took us all in and then resolved itself to a spear of light that
went off in some impossible direction, taking us with it.
There was no nausea. There wasn't even any sensation of movement.
We stood in a grove below a tree from which I'd fallen not many days
before. I wanted to open a bottle of wine, more for Noish-pa's amulet
having worked than the success of the teleport spell, but I had none
handy in any case.
Morrplan said, "What's the plan, Vlad?" Plan? I was supposed to have
a plan? "Follow me," I said, and, "Loiosh, do you remember the way?"
"I think so, boss. Bear a little to the left. " We set off. It was oddly
peaceful walking through the woods, I guess because of the lack of
background psychic activity, the kind that's always there but you
never notice. Soon I forgot that anyone was with me except Loiosh,
whom I could feel as a cool hand on the brow of my thoughts, and way
in the background, faint echoes of Rocza, who was just recovering
from panic induced by the teleport. I realized for the first time how
strange this must be for her, and how hard it was for her to appear
calm in the face of these strange sorceries, for which none of her life
had prepared her. Loiosh had chosen well. "Thanks, boss. " "Think
nothing of it, Loiosh. " "Now, what is it you 've been hiding from me
all day?"
wait and see. " We came to the place where I'd fought my first four
pursuers, and I didn't take the time to see if there any signs of the
struggle. Loiosh led me; I led Morro] and Aliera, and in about an hour
and a half we were side the village. It was early evening. There was no
in sight.
"Where is everybody, boss?"
' 'Probably on ships preparing to attack the Dragaeran navy.''
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"Oh."
"Let's eat," I said aloud, and we took out the food that had been
packed for us by Morrolan's cook. I had dried winneasaurous and
some good bread. I took my time eating, so it was nearly full dark by
the time we were done.
"Now what?" said Morrolan.
I looked at their dim faces, Morrolan e'Drien and Aliera e'Kieron,
watching me patiently and expectantly. I said, "Now I lead us to the
place that passes for a palace and negotiate as appropriate, and get
out."
"In other words," said Aliera, "we're just going to improvise."
"You got it."
"Good plan," said Morrolan dryly.
"Thanks. It's one of my best."
I led the way, with Morrolan and Aliera behind me. Quite a sight we
must have looked as we walked up the wide shallow steps to the small,
pillared building that housed the government of Greenaere.
We flung the door open in front of two sleepy-looking guards, neither
of them in uniform, both holding the short, feathered spears I
remembered too well. They stopped looking sleepy almost at once.
The three of us could have put the two of them down without working
up a sweat, but I held my arm up for them to wait.
The guards stared at us. We stared back. I said, "Take me to your--"
"Who are you?" croaked one of them at last.
"Unofficial envoys from the Dragaeran Empire We wish to open
negotiations with--" "I know you," said the other. "You're the one
who--" "Now, now," I said. "The past is past," and I smiled into his
face. Behind me, I felt the troops prepare for battle. There is
something reassuring about having Morrolan with Blackwand and
Aliera with Pathfinder ready to jump to your defense. The guards
looked very nervous-not without reason. "We would like to see the
King," I said. There was no one else in sight down the narrow
corridor; they really hadn't considered the possibility of an attack.
"I-- I'll see if he, that is, I'll find out--" "Excellent. Do that."
He swallowed and backed up a couple of steps. I followed, Morrolan
and Aliera behind me, forcing the other guard backward, too. "No,
you wait here." "Not a chance," I said cheerfully. He stopped. "I can't
let you past." "You can't stop us," I said reasonably. "I'll raise the
alarm." "Do so."
He turned and yelled, "Help! Invaders!" at the top of his lungs. For
some reason, I still didn't want to cut them down, so I just led us past
them. As we went by I patted the one who'd recognized me on the
shoulder. They both looked rather pitiful, and the other one actually
drew steel as we went by. Morrolan and Aliera drew as well then, and
I heard the fellow make sounds of awe under his breath. Yes it still
possible to feel a Morganti weapon here on the island, Phoenix Stone
notwithstanding. I expected Morrolan was noting that to study when
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he got back.
"This way" I said and directed us into the throne room.
There were two more guards, a pale man with an odd white streak in
his dark hair and a hook-nosed woman. They had apparently heard
the warnings, because they stood with their spears out and pointed at
us. To the right of the throne was an old woman with grey hair and
deep eyes, and on the left were two men. One seemed quite old and
rather unkempt. The other was the bushy-browed interrogator I knew
so well. He was armed only with a knife at his belt, the old man was
unarmed. The King, who looked like he couldn't be more than two or
three hundred (in a human that would be eighteen or nineteen, I
suppose), stared at us in a mixture of fear and amazement. I
recognized him, too; he'd been walking next to the King I'd
assassinated, just as I'd suspected then. How long ago was that? It felt
like years.
I led us up to the throne, stopping just out of range of those spears,
and said, "Your Majesty King Corcor'n, we wish you a pleasant
evening. Um, excuse me, is 'Your Majesty' the proper form of
address?"
He swallowed twice and said, "It will do."
I said, "My name is Vladimir Taltos. My friends are called Morrolan
e'Drien and Aliera e'Kieron. We've come to discuss peace."
The two guards with the spears looked very unhappy and kept
glancing at the two Great Weapons. Well, hardly surprising. I said,
"Perhaps, my friends, we should sheathe our weapons." They did so.
The King said, in a raspy whisper, "How did you get here?"
"Sorcery, Your Majesty."
"But-"
"Oh, yes, I know. We've solved that problem."
"Impossible."
I shrugged. "In that case, we're not here, and you i safely ignore us. I
should tell you, Your Majesty, that came here in order to kill you and
as many impor advisors and chiefs as we could find. We changed
minds when we saw how poorly protected you were."
"Messengers have gone out," he said. "Troops will be arriving in
moments."
"In that case," I said, "it would be well if we had our business
concluded before they arrive. Otherwise, well, things could get ugly."
His mouth worked in anger and fear. The grey-haired woman leaned
over to him and started to say something. I gave silent orders to
Loiosh and Rocza. They left my shoulders and flew to the two guards.
As puppets controlled by a single string, the guards winced, began to
panic, caught themselves, and held still as the jhereg landed on their
shoulders. I was very impressed with the guards; they trembled, but
didn't move. I smiled.
The King said, "You assassinated--"
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"Yes," I said. "I did. And you will never know the reason. But you have
sunk several of our ships, killing hundreds of our citizens. How many
lives is a King worth, Your Majesty? We are willing to call the score
even if you are."
"He was my father."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry," he said scornfully.
"Yes. I am. For reasons I can no more explain than I can explain why I
did it. But what's done is done. Your father was given a good blood
price, Your Majesty; the crews of--how many ships? Your Majesty, we
want to end it. Can you--?"
At that moment there was the sound of tramping feet. I broke off my
speech, but didn't turn around.
"How many, Loiosh?"
"About twenty, boss."
"Aliera, Morrolan, watch them."
"We're already doing it, Vlad," said Morrolan. I think it bothered him
to appear to be taking orders from me. Tough. At that moment I heard
Daymar's voice in the back of my mind. I let the contact occur and
said, "All is well. Check back later." The contact faded.
There were, indeed, a good number of them, but we were between
them and the King. Moreover, each of the two guards who stood
between us had a poisonous jhereg on his shoulder. I said, "You must
decide, Your Majesty. Unless, that is, you would like us to slaughter
your troops for you first, and then continue the negotiations?"
"How do you know," he said at last, "that I will hold to an agreement
made under these circumstances?"
"I don't," I said. "Furthermore, you are most welcome to break it. If
you do, of course, we will be back. Perhaps with a few thousand
troops."
He turned to the old woman at his side and they spoke together
quietly.
"Loiosh, what are they saying?" "She says Elde has no objection to
peace if he can get a guarantee that--''
"Very well," said the King. "I agree. The ships we've sunk will be the
indemnity for the damage done to us. We--bide a moment."
He spoke quietly to the two men on the other side of the throne.
"Loiosh?"
"I can't hear them, boss.''
``All right. The old woman must be the ambassador or something from
Elde Island. Perhaps the others are advisors of some sort. "
We waited while they spoke together, then the King nodded and said,
"But we require two things. First, assurances that no reprisals will be
taken either against us or against our ally. Second, we want the
assassin and his accomplice returned to us for punishment."
I turned to glance at Morrolan and Aliera. Aliera was still watching
the armed men at the back of the room; Morrolan turned his head
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toward me and silently mouthed the word "assassin," with a lift to his
eyebrows. I smile and turned back to the King.
"As to your first condition," I said, "I give you my word. Isn't that
sufficient?"
"No," said the King.'
"You aren't really in much of a position to bargain." "Maybe," he said,
apparently beginning to recover now that he had troops handy. "But
maybe it isn't all that easy for you to break through here. Maybe you
cannot send troops to invade us. Maybe it was only a fluke that
allowed the three of you to arrive here this way. Maybe you didn't
break through the way you claim you did, but sneaked past our ships
in a vessel of your own.''
"Maybe," I agreed.
"But do you think we could slip past you in your own waters? And do
you want to chance it?"
"If you do not meet the conditions, yes."
"What sort of guarantees do you want?"
"The word of your Empress."
I said, "We are unofficial envoys. I cannot speak for her."
"We will write out a treaty that specifies the conditions. The Empress
may sign it and return it to me, or not. We will allow a single small
ship, bearing your Empire's standard, to land to return the document.
We will cease our attacks for three days, which will give time to sign
and return it. I warn you that, during those three days, our
preparations for war, and the preparations of our ally, will continue."
"Fair enough," I said. "As to the second condition, it is impossible."
He looked at me, then spoke quietly to his advisors. The one I
recognized kept glancing at me. The King
looked up and said, "In that case, you may signal the slaughter to
begin, for we will not allow you and your
accomplice to go unpunished."
"Your Majesty, have your scribe prepare the document while I
consider this matter. We may be able to work something out."
"Very well." The old man at his left hand, it seemed was the scribe. He
left for a moment, and returned with pen, blotter, ink, and
parchment, and began writing.
I said, "May I approach you, Your Majesty?"
The two guards in front of him tensed, but he said "Very well."
"Vlad, what are you doing?" asked Morrolan.
"Bide a moment," I said.
I spoke to the King quietly for a few minutes, with the advisor, the
emissary, and bushy-brows listening in.
Loiosh said, "Boss, you--"
``Shut up."
"But-"
"Shut up."
The King looked at me closely, then at the advisor, who nodded.
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Bushy-brows also nodded. The emissary said, "It is no concern of
ours, Your Majesty."
The King said, "Very well. So be it," and the scribe continued writing.
I backed up. Loiosh and Rocza returned to my shoulders, and the two
guards relaxed.
Aliera said, "Vlad, what did you just do?"
"Worked a compromise," I said. "I'll explain when we're back home."
While the scribe was working, I felt Daymar's contact once more.
"Five minutes," I told him. "We're almost done."
----- ''I'll have Seth--'' His pseudo-voice faded away in midsentence.
The scribe finished, the King signed it. I took it, read it, nodded, rolled
it up, and handed it to Morrolan, who at once started unrolling it.
"No," I said. "Read it at home."
"Why?"
"We have to leave now."
And, indeed, at that moment I felt Day mar's presence again. "Okay," I
told him. "Take us home."
The spell came on very slowly; so slowly I was afraid for a moment it
wasn't going to work. But a reddish glow
began to surround us. It became stronger, and I felt jt begin to grab
and take hold, and I felt the beginnings of the disorientation I'd felt
before.
It was no difficulty at all to take a step to my left so I was out of range
of its effects. I saw Morrolan and Aliera slowly fade, not realizing, yet,
that I had been left behind The King was staring in amazement at the
evidence that sorcery had invaded his realm. I brought his attention
back to me by saying, "So, Your Majesty, just out of curiosity what are
the island customs as regards execution of regicides?
Lesson Sixteen
DEALING WITH UPPER MANAGEMENT I
THEY CAME AND took hold of my arms, others took my rapier, my
belt dagger, and my cloak, leaving me with only about nine weapons,
and those they'd no doubt get to later. The King said, "It has never
happened before, so we have no custom. We shall not be cruel."
"Thanks," I said. "I appreciate that."
"I will stand by my agreement, but tell me now: Is it true that Aibynn
of Lowporch was not your accomplice?"
"It's true. Until you demanded he be turned over to you, I suspected
he was a spy of yours. He helped me, however, so I feel a certain
loyalty to him."
"Why did you conceal our agreement from your friends?"
"They wouldn't have allowed it."
"Then perhaps they will try to rescue you."
"I'm sure they will. I think you should get it done quickly, before they
have time."
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He whispered to the advisor, who nodded and scurried off. "Soon," he
said, "we will have enough troops to--"
"To die," I told him. "You don't know what you're dealing with. Have
you ever heard of a weapon the Serioli call Magical-Wand-for---
Creating-Death-in-the-Form-of-a-Black-Sword? We call it Blackwand,
and my friend Morrolan wields it. How about Dagger-Shaped-Bearer---
of-Fire-That-Bums-Like-Ice? Sethra Lavode of Dzur Mountain carries
that. And then there's Artifact-in-Sword-Form-That-Searches-for-the---
True-Path. We call it Pathfinder, and Aliera e'Kieron carries it. Your
Majesty, you are making a mistake if you think you can bring in
enough troops to keep them from rescuing me if I'm still alive when
they get here."
He stared. "Is it your Empress who makes you so loyal that you will
sacrifice your life for her? Or is it the Empire?"
"Neither," I said. "They are holding my wife captive, and I hope to win
her release."
"Captive? For what?"
''Leading a rebellion
He stared, then began to smile, and then he laughed. "So, you
sacrifice your life in the interests of the Empire that is holding your
wife captive for trying to overthrow it? And you do this to win her
release, so she can try to overthrow it again?"
"Something like that." I didn't think it was all that funny.
"Is that why you murdered my father in the first place?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"Look, Your Majesty, my friends will probably be back as soon as
they've figured out what happened. It will take them a while to
perform the spell again, but I don't know how long a while that will
be. If I'm still alive when they get here, things will get very bloody very
fast. And, to be honest, I'm not enjoying standing around very much.
Why don't we just get this over with?"
"My dear assassin," said the King. "We intend to execute you. We are
not about to just cut you down on the spot."
"Then you're a fool," I snapped.
"Do you really think they can be back so quickly?"
"Probably not, but I have no way of knowing. Right now, they're
probably arguing with each other about that very issue. By now
they've already decided to do it, and are figuring out if they remember
the place well enough. They are not just standing around; I know
them."
He nodded. "What about those--those beasts of yours."
"They won't hurt you."
"You think not? Boss, I'm going to kill anyone who tries to touch you.''
"You will not."
"How are you going to stop me?"
"Loiosh, this is for Cawti."
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"Yeah? So?"
I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, Your Majesty, but there's a bit of a
problem here, after all. Give me a moment to work this out."
"With those beasts?"
"They, um, they're friends, Your Majesty, and they don't want anyone
harming me. Give me a moment to speak with them."
He shook his head. "How does someone like you inspire such
loyalty?"
"Damned if I know," I said. "Basic integrity, I guess."
He cocked his head to the side. "You speak lightly, but perhaps it is
true. You were hired, were you not? You kill for gold?" I shrugged. "If
I paid you enough, would you kill the man who hired you?"
I thought about attempting to assassinate Verra and laughed. "Not
likely in this case, I'm afraid."
"A shame," he said. "Because you are nothing more than a tool, and I
would rather have the wielder of the tool. Yes, I will kill you, and your
poisonous friends as well, if necessary, and I will hold with the
bargain I made. But I would much rather know who gave the order, so
I can strike him down instead. Come. I offer you your life. Will you
tell me?"
Was I supposed to tell him it was a god? Would he believe me? What
would he do if he did? It was laughable.
I said, "Sorry, the rules don't permit it. Let's get this done, shall we?
Here, hand me that pouch of mine." No one moved. "Oh, come now," I
said, "if I'd been planning to kill you, I would have done so when I had
all the odds on my side."
The King nodded, and they released me and handed me the pouch,
still watching me closely. I removed a couple of powders and set them
on the floor.
"Boss, that's not fair."
"Neither is life, chum." "There," I said aloud. "Mix those powders
together equally, dissolve them in water. If anyone is bit by one of my
friends that will make sure they take no worse effect than a bit of
illness. It's what I used while training them. I assume you have
someone who doesn't mind a bite or two?"
The King turned to bushy-brows. "Let it be done, then."
My old interrogator nodded and said, "By what means?"
"Send for an axe, and let his head be struck off."
"You know," I said, "that you'll get blood all over the floor."
"It can be cleaned," said the King. Then, "Don't you even care?"
I looked at his young face, and wondered how close he had been to the
King his father, whom I had killed. I wondered once more about
Verra, who had set all this in motion, and I regretted that I wouldn't
have a chance to tell her about it in detail. "What's the difference?" I
said. "Sure, I care. When has that changed anything?"
They sent for an axe, and while they were waiting for it about forty
more island warriors arrived. Then the axe came, and once more they
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took my arms. The two holding me glanced nervously at the jhereg,
and at the vials of powder on the floor.
"Boss, you can't just let them--"
"Watch me."
I looked at the axe. It was a very ugly thing that was intended for
chopping down trees, not people. I hoped they'd be able to strike off
my head without too many tries--it isn't as easy as you might think. I
winced. "I hope it's sharp," I said.
"It is sharp," said the King.
Bushy-brows took the axe, but just as he turned toward me, before
they could put me into the proper position, there began a faint blue
glow in the room. It grew brighter as we watched.
"Took too long," I said.
"Prepare to attack," said the King.
I wondered if I should help keep my friends from being slaughtered
or try to talk them out of saving me. I still hadn't decided when Aliera
was suddenly there, Pathfinder naked in her hand, and, of all people,
Aibynn, drum in hand, looking innocent and foolish.
"Attack!" cried the King.
"Wait!" cried Aliera.
Somehow, her voice stopped them, and everyone stood there, the air
filled with naked swords and the awful power of the Great Weapon,
and as they stood I became aware of someone else, on the floor, right
at Aliera's feet. When I saw who it was, bound and gagged, I almost
started laughing.
"What is this?" cried the King.
"I am Aliera e'Kieron of the House of the Dragon. I will have words
with you, or slaughter. Will you let me speak?"
If they'd been able to send all three of them, or even any two, the issue
would never have been in doubt. As it was, with Aliera unable to use
sorcery, it could get ugly. If they attacked her, there would be a great
deal of death, and I realized that, promise or not, I could not stand
there and let them kill her. I still had a few weapons on me, and there
was my familiar, as well. "Loiosh, get ready. You and Rocza. If they
start--''
"We're ready, boss."
The King was standing now in front of his raised throne, and he
looked at me, back at the almost-conflict, and said, "Say what you
have to say."
"I offer you a trade," she said, sheathing her blade. "Give us the
assassin, and we will give you the man who hired him. What say you?"
The King stood. "Indeed? I'd just been saying ... remove his gag. I
want to hear what he has to say for himself."
They stood him up and did this, and you would not want to hear the
things he called me. It was positively shameful. I kept my face
impassive. The King interrupted him at last and said, "You need not
hate the one you paid for evil you were too cowardly to commit
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yourself. He never gave your name."
He drew himself up as well as he could, with feet and hands still
bound, and said, "I deny having anything to do with this or any other
assassination."
The King tapped his front teeth with his fingernails and said to Aliera,
"How am I to know this is the guilty one?"
She bowed, came forward, and handed him two large yellow
parchments that had been getting crushed in her belt. One I
recognized from the parchment as the treaty the King had just signed.
The other--
"It bears your Imperial seal," he said. "I recognize it. And is signed by
Zerika herself." He nodded. "That will do." He turned to Boralinoi.
"Why did you want my father killed?" he demanded.
"I did not. It is all a lie. I never--"
"Kill him, "said the King.
"I'll do it, "I said.
"What?" said the King.
"Well," I said, "you heard what he said about me."
The King looked at me, then smiled. "Very well d it. Give him the axe."
I wanted to laugh aloud, but held it in check. I said "I don't know
much about axes. May I use a knife?"
Boralinoi screamed his rage and began tugging furiously at the bonds
and cursing me and everything else in sight. I still wanted to laugh.
The King nodded. I took a knife from a sheath between my shoulder
blades as the forced Boralinoi to his knees.
"Hold his head steady," I said, and two of them came forward to do
this. He never stopped screeching his rage until they held his jaws
shut.
Sometimes, over the course of my life, I've felt regret for killing
someone. Other times, not. I said quite clearly "Sorry, boss, a job's a
job," and put my blade neatly into his left eye. He screamed,
convulsed, twitched, and died I stared down at his body and was not
displeased.
I looked at the King and wondered idly what would happen next.
"Let's go boss," said Loiosh. I still hadn't quite accepted that I was
going to get out of this. Aliera caught my eye and motioned me to her.
Bushy-brows said, "Your Majesty--"
"Yes," said the King. He turned toward Aliera. "You may go. The
others will be staying."
Aliera stared at him. "Is that how you keep your word?"
"I never gave my word," said the King. "Even by implication."
"I'm beginning to take a dislike to you," I said.
He ignored me. "Go. You have your peace. I'll take the assassins."
I thought the idea that, after all of this, I was going to die here after all
was rather silly. So did Aliera, apparently, for she drew Pathfinder
and the sensation of it filled the room. That was enough of a
distraction to give me time to grab Spellbreaker, my cloak, and my
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rapier swung it around so the sheath went flying in the the direction
of the King. One of the guards bravely stepped in front of it and went
down clutching at his chest-I'll tell you about my sheath sometime.
I stepped over to Aliera and we stood back-to-back waiting for them to
charge. This would have been a perfect time for Sethra and Daymar to
have come through. Aliera whispered, "It's going to be a while yet;
they're exhausted " "Great," I said. "Attack," said the King. "The
door," I said.
Aliera led the way with Pathfinder, followed by Aibvnn while I
guarded their back and sides, jabbing wildly with my rapier and
swinging just as wildly with my cloak I think the cloak did more
damage than my sword but Path finder, well, there were screams.
Loiosh and Rocza flew into everyone's face and added to the
confusion
Let's just say we reached the door and leave 'it at that all right? Once
there, there were a few more of them in the hall, but they seemed less
inclined to tangle with Pathfinder than the others had been, and then
we were outside.
"Now what?" said Aliera.
"Run," I suggested.
"Where?"
"Follow me," said Aibynn.
"Just a moment," said Aliera. She pointed her weapon at the door and
muttered something under her breath while making arcane gestures
with her free hand. The door collapsed, burying a few guards with it
and leaving three of them between the door and us.
They looked at the door, looked at Pathfinder, looked at each other.
"Well?" I said.
"They said nothing. We took off, following pretty much the same
route I'd taken before.
"What was that ?" asked Aibynn.
"Pre-Empire sorcery," I said.
"What's that?"
Pretty effective," I said. I looked back. The three guards had decided
to help dig their friends out of the rubble of the ruins of the front hall
rather than to follow us. Wise.
We kept our speed up until we were rather deep in the forest, then we
paused to catch our breath.
"Thanks, Aliera."
"Think nothing of it. I hope I didn't upset a plan."
"You did. That's why I said thank you. How did you acquire
Boralinoi?"
"Courtesy of the Empress."
"Does she know he isn't really guilty?"
"He's guilty. Maybe not of killing the King, but he's guilty."
"Is that what the Empress said?"
"Yes."
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"Well, I'll be damned. How did you get here so fast?"
"Sethra. Daymar. Aibynn. The Orb."
"The Orb?"
"Yes."
"I see." I turned to Aibynn. "How did you happen to come along?"
He shrugged. "I thought I might be able to help you get out."
"How?"
"Well, I could drum."
I looked at him. "Loiosh, do you trust him?"
"I don't know.''
"Yeah. Me neither. This could still be--"
"I know."
Rocza fluttered off my shoulder and landed on Aibynn's. He seemed
startled, but handled it gracefully enough.
"She trusts him, boss."
I looked at Aibynn, then looked at Rocza. I sighed "Drum away," I
said.
"Let's sit down," said Aibynn.
We did so.
He began to drum.
Lesson Seventeen
DEALING WITH UPPER MANAGEMENT II
1 STUDIED THE white hallway and said, "Either the Imperial Palace
or--"
"It's not the Imperial Palace," said Aliera.
Aibynn was still sitting down. He seemed rather drained and tired. He
stopped drumming and smiled wanly.
"How," I said, "did this happen?"
"Ask him," said Aliera, indicating Aibynn.
"Well?" I said.
"Sometimes," he said, "when you drum, you . . . it's hard to describe.
You reach places. Didn't you feel it?"
"No," I said quickly, just as Aliera was saying "Yes."
"Boss--"
"Well, okay, maybe," I amended. "But why this place?"
"It was what you two were both thinking about." That was true; I'd
been thinking how pleasant it would be to give Verra a piece of my
mind, but why would Aliera have been thinking about it?
I said, "Why you?" at just the same moment she said it to me. I
shrugged, turned to Aibynn, and said, "So all this time, you've really
been nothing more than a drummer?"
For the first time, he seemed really surprised. "you mean you didn't
believe me?"
"Let's just say I wondered."
Aliera stood up and said, "Let's go."
She seemed to know her way, so I followed her. It was only a short
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walk, this time, until we reached the doors which were standing open.
There was no cat this time I thought I saw something or someone
disappear behind the throne, but I wasn't sure. In any case, the
goddess was there.
She said, "Hello, Aliera, Vlad."
"Hello, Mother," said Aliera.
Mother?
"Who is your friend, and what brings you here?"
"His name is Aibynn," said Aliera. "He brought us here to save our
lives."
Mother?
"I see. Shall I send you back, then, or is there something I can do for
you?"
Mother?
"Send us back, Mother. We--"
"Excuse me," I said. "Do you mean that literally?"
"Mean what?" said Aliera.
"You're calling her 'Mother.' "
"Oh, yes. Why? You didn't know?"
"You never told me."
"You never asked."
Vlad."
"Of all the--never mind. Goddess, if you'd be kind enough to send
them back, I would have words with you that they don't need to hear."
Aliera stared at me. "I don't like your tone
I started to snap at her, but the goddess said, "It's all right, Aliera. He
has some cause."
She looked unhappy, but said, "Very well."
"We can't take long," said the Demon Goddess, "or you'll be late for
your appointment."
"Appointment?"
"With the Empress."
"I have an appointment with the Empress?"
"Yes. Morrolan has the message waiting for you, but I may as well tell
you myself."
I licked my lips. "In that case," I told Aibynn, "I'll meet you outside the
Imperial Wing of the Palace."
"All right," he said, still appearing exhausted.
The goddess said, "You interest me, drummer. Perhaps, sometime,
you'd care to play for me."
"Sure."
I could have warned him that accepting work from the Demon
Goddess didn't always work out the way one would like, but I thought
it might be tactless. Aliera walked up and kissed Verra on the cheek.
Verra smiled maternally. It was very strange. Aliera stepped back and
nodded; she and Aibynn vanished.
I was about to start in on the goddess when a small girl emerged from
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behind the throne. I caught myself and said, "Hello, Devera."
" 'Lo, Uncle Vlad."
"Why were you hiding?"
"I can't let Mama see me yet."
"Why not?"
"It might upset things."
"Oh. So she"--I indicated the Demon Goddess--"is your
grandmother?"
Devera smiled and crawled up into her lap.
"Boss, is it just me, or is this really weird?"
"It's both of us."
Verra said, "I'm sorry all of this had to happen."
"You bloody well should be."
"I did help save your life."
"Yeah. People have been doing that a lot. Thanks, I suppose."
"Is there something you want to say to me?" "Yes, Goddess, there is.
You've gone a good way to ward messing up my life, and, what's more,
manipulated events such that, through my actions, hundreds of
people have died. I don't care what your motivations were; Idon't,
want to have anything more to do with you. Okay?"
Devera looked unhappy, but didn't say anything. Verra said, "I
understand, Vlad. But I won't hold you to that. You don't even know
who you are yet. You're beginning another life now. Wait until you
know what sort of life it is before you make decisions like that."
I started to say something more, but Devera climbed down from her
lap, came up to me, took my hand
squeezed. "Don't be mad, Uncle Vlad, she meant well."
"I--" I stopped and looked down at her. I shook my head.
"Come," said Verra, "they await you at the Imperial Palace."
"For what?"
"You'll see. And I think we'll meet again, Vlad Taltos, however you feel
about it at the moment." The room swirled and went away before I
could speak again.
Life, thy name is irony, or something like that.
"And by his own actions, at risk of his life . . ."The voice of the
seneschal rolled like thunder through the court. My eyes were down,
and my thoughts were filled with two conflicting desires: First, I
wanted to turn around and see how Count Soffta was taking the whole
thing. Second, I very badly wanted to throw my head back and laugh
aloud. "... which would certainly have cost the lives of thousands of
Imperial citizens ..."
Loiosh, of course, wasn't helping any. He sat on my shoulder, looking
around, nuzzling Rocza, and generally carrying on as if he were
personally being honored, and saying things like, "Do they really take
this stuff seriously, boss?"
"... all the lands around Lake Szurke, within the Duchy of Eastmans
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watch, for a distance ..."
They had even given me a pillow for my knee; a pillow with a stylized
Jhereg in grey against a black background. In keeping my eyes to the
ground I kept seeing pieces of embroidered wing and head, and this
made it harder than ever to keep a straight face.
". . . all rights and privileges pertaining to this rank, to be granted to
all descendants and heirs of his body, for as long as the Empire ..."
I wondered how Cawti would react, were she here. Probably not very
well, knowing how she felt about the Empire. Perhaps what I missed
most about the new Cawti was that she seemed to have lost her sense
of humor. And for what? The words of the Demon Goddess came back
to me, and for a moment, bitterness overwhelmed irony.
"... crest with the Imperial Phoenix above of the symbol of House
Jhereg ..." His voice almost faltered there, but didn't. Had an Imperial
title ever before been granted a Jhereg? Certainly, none had ever been
granted an Easterner. My sense of humor returned.
"... crest shall be entered into the Imperial Registry for all time, and
may not be removed save by unanimous vote of the Council of Heirs
and the Emperor ..."
Just what I needed. I bit my lip. I was becoming anxious for this to
end, because when it was over, I'd meet my wife once more. Would I
have to say something at the end of the ceremony? No, a deep bow
would do.
"... shall be known as Count Szurke, and shall have the right of high
and low justice upon his lands, and bear responsibility for . . ."
I wondered if this would make the Jhereg any slower to go after my
head. Considering that I just implicated a Council member before the
Empire, and then played a part in his murder, it wasn't very likely.
How soon would they move? Soon. Very soon. If I was going to save
my life, which I really should do after all the work Aliera and others
had gone through to preserve it, I couldn't waste any time.
"... stand now, before the Empress and the Heirs of the court, and
receive ..."
I had that rarest of positions, an Imperial title, which was worth
exactly nothing. I wondered if the Empress saw the humor in it. The
ceremony came to an end at last. As soon as was decent, I got out of
there, intending to back to the lorich Wing. But as I was leaving the
Imperial Wing, I found Aibynn, his drum at his feet, watching
passersby and tapping out rhythms with coins on the marble railing
against the wide stairway that led down into the antechamber.
"Here in the Empire," I said, "we call that a banister."
"Where are you going?" he said.
"Now? To meet my wife. After that, well, I'd like a favor from you."
"What's that?"
"The Phoenix Stone you carry; I want it."
He frowned, then said, "All right. It's still at that castle. You can just
take it."
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"Are you sure you won't need it?"
He shrugged.
"Your mind is made up, isn't it, boss?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks, Aibynn."
"You're welcome. What's that you're wearing?"
"This? I wear it so I don't get sick when--"
"No, that."
"Oh. It represents an Imperial title. It doesn't really mean anything.
Want it? In exchange for the one you're giving me?"
"No, thanks. Where are you going?"
I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. What about you? You can't go
back home.''
"Not now, anyway. That's all right. I like it here. The drumming is
much more primitive."
Primitive? I chuckled, thinking of some musicians I'd met who'd have
hated to be told that. "Whatever," I said. "Maybe I'll run into you
again."
"Yes."
"And Aibynn ..."
"Yes?"
"I think you were wrong about the gods."
"Oh?"
"I think when a god does something reprehensible, it's still
reprehensible."
"Then what is a god?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe you can find out."
"Yes." I said. "Maybe I can. Maybe I will. Thanks."
He nodded an acknowledgment and went back to playing the banister.
I walked around to the lorich Wing, and found that I'd have to wait an
hour or so while they finished the paperwork involved in releasing
Cawti. That was all right; I had things to do. I walked away from the
Palace, and, still taking delight in the lack of nausea, I teleported.
"You can't do this to me," said Kragar.
"I just did," I told him.
"I won't last five minutes."
"You've already lasted longer than that, and this isn't the first time."
"That was temporary. Vlad, I became a Jhereg because I couldn't be a
Dragon. I was born a Dragon, you know that. And I'd try to give an
order in battle, and no one would notice. I can't--"
"People change, Kragar. You've already changed."
"But-"
"Think of the money."
He stopped. "A point," he admitted.
"You also have the loyalty of everyone who works here. They know
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you and they trust you. Besides, what choice do I have? How much is
the Organization offering for my head right now?"
He told me, and I was impressed in spite of myself. "The rumor is," he
added, "that they want it Morganti."
"That would make sense," I said evenly, though I shuddered as I
spoke. I looked around the office. It was still filled with all of my
things--target on the wall, coat-rack where Loiosh and Rocza were
perched, dark rings on the desk from where I habitually put my klava
cup, the wheeled swivel chair I'd had specially designed, and more. It
was more like home than home was.
"Will it ever be possible for you to come back?"
"Maybe. But even if it is, I'm not certain I'm ever going to want to. And
what if I do? We can work something out, or I can start over
somewhere else."
He sighed. "It's going to be hard to work around here without
Melestav."
"Yeah. And Sticks."
We were silent for a few moments, out of respect for the dead. I still
couldn't hate Melestav, and Sticks had meant a lot to me. I hate it
when friends die.
Kragar said, "Will I be able to reach you?"
"No."
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know. I've been east, the sea is south. That leaves north and
west. Probably one of those directions."
He considered carefully. Then he said, "What are you going to do
about South Adrilankha?"
"You don't have to worry about it," I said. "I'm making other
arrangements for that territory."
"Well, that's something, anyway."
I took another look around the office. So much of my life had filled
that room. Loiosh flew over to Kragar, nuzzled his ear for a moment,
and landed on my right shoulder. Rocza landed on my left. I stood up.
"Oh, and
ragar, say good-bye to Kiera the Thief for me. Tell her I still owe her.
On the other hand, I expect she can find me when she wants to."
"I'll tell her," said Kragar.
"Thanks. Good luck." I teleported.
It was like rehearsing a play; as if the director had said, "Do the bit
over where you meet on the steps of the lorich Wing, only this time
make it more intense." This time she put her arms around me and
held me like she meant it. I put my arms around her and wondered
why I wasn't reacting more strongly. Loiosh and Rocza kept careful
watch around us.
"Tell me about it," she said.
Standing there, alone on the deserted steps as the slow, thorough
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evening tucked itself into the corners of the Palace, I did. I told her
everything, and as I did, I wondered at the calm voice of this speaker,
relating the tale of revolution, assassination, and intrigue as if he had
no part in it. What is he feeling now? I wondered. I wished they'd
found someone for the part more able to convey emotion. Or perhaps
that was the effect desired by the director, if not the playwright.
When I finished, she pulled back and stared at me. "They'll kill you,"
she said.
"I don't think so."
"What will stop them?"
"I have a plan."
"Tell me."
"First you tell me--are you coming back to me?"
She didn't look away, as I'd expected. Instead she studied me
carefully, as one studies a stranger whose mood and meaning one is
trying to read from his face. She didn't say anything, which I think
was an answer. But I put it into words. "Too much has happened. Too
much murder, too much change. Whatever we had, we don't have it.
Can we create something else? I don't know. But you're going one way
and I'm going another. For now, that is."
Her eyes were so big. "You're going away, aren't you-"Yes."
"Are you ever coming back?" She asked it with a odd, detached air, as
if she wasn't certain how much she cared, or was afraid she cared too
much, or afraid she cared too little.
"I don't know," I said.
She nodded. "When are you leaving?"
"Right away."
"I'm sorry things have worked out this way."
"Me, too."
"You've left the business to Kragar?"
"Most of it. Except for South Adrilankha."
"What are you doing with that?"
I thought about the courtyard of Castle Black, until the image was
strong and clear. I strengthened my connection to the Orb, drew
energy, and began the teleport. "All Organization interests in South
Adrilankha are yours," I said. "My people will be seeing you in the
morning. Enjoy," I added, and I was gone.
Aliera and I sat alone in the library of Castle Black, waiting for Sethra
and Morrolan to join us. This place, like my office, held more than a
few memories. I'd sat here with my friends--yes, they were certainly
that--and held war-councils, consoled each other, and celebrated.
Much wine had flowed in this room along with tears and laughter, as
well as promises of aid and threats of dismemberment; many of these
things within minutes of each other
I noticed that Aliera was looking at me. "I met your daughter," I said.
"What daughter?"
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"You'll find out."
"What are you talking about?"
"Ask your mother. Time does funny things around her, I guess."
She didn't answer directly. "I'll miss you," she said.
"I might be back; who knows?"
"The Jhereg carries a grudge."
"Don't I know it. But still--"
"What will you do?"
"I don't know. I want to be alone for a while."
"I can't imagine that."
"Me wanting to be alone? I suppose you're right. I'll have Loiosh and
Rocza, anyway."
"Still-"
"Yeah. I'll probably find some place with 'people around. Probably
Dragaerans, so I can go back to hating them in general and loving
them in particular. But right now, I don't want to see anyone."
"I understand," she said.
"I owe you a lot."
"I owe you my life," she said.
"And I owe you mine, several times. I sometimes wish I could
remember that previous life, back in the beginning."
"Sethra could arrange that," said Aliera.
"Not now."
"It might help you come to terms with who you are."
"I'll find my own way."
"Yes. You always do."
Morrolan and Sethra joined us before I could ask how she meant that.
I said, "This is good-bye, for a while."
"So I had gathered," said Morrolan. "I wish you well on your travels. I
shall watch over your grandfather for you."
"Thanks."
Sethra said, "I expect we will meet again, in this life or the next."
"The next," I said. "One way or another, it will be a different life."
"Yes," said Sethra. "You're right. I took my leave without another
word.
Last of all I spoke with my grandfather. "You look well," he said.
"Thanks."
For the first time in my adult life, I was looking like an Easterner, not
a Jhereg. I still had the same cloak, but it was now dyed green. I wore
loose darrskin boots, green pants, and a light blue tunic.
"It's necessary, under the circumstances," I said.
"What circumstances are these, Vladimir?"
I explained what had happened, what I was doing about it, and what I
thought he should do. He shook his head. "To be a ruler, Vladimir,
even of a small place, it is a skill that I have not."
"Noish-pa, you don't have to rule. You don't have to do anything.
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There are about a hundred families of Teckla there, and a few
Easterners, and they've been getting on quite well without anyone
ruling them. You need not change anything. A stipend from the
Empire goes with the title, and it is sufficient for you to live on. All you
have to do is go to Lake Szurke and live in the manor, or castle, or
whatever it is. If the peasants come to you with problems, I have no
doubt you can suggest solutions, but they probably won't. You can
continue your work there with no one to bother you. Where else will
you go? And it is just west of Pepperfields, which is in the mountains
west of Fenario, so you will be close to our homeland. What could be
better?"
He frowned, and at last he nodded. "But what about you?" he said.
"I don't know. I am running for my life now. If things change, and I
feel it safe to return, I will."
"And your wife?"
"That's over," I said.
"Is it?"
I tried to meet his eyes, but couldn't. "For now, it is. Maybe later,
maybe after time has passed, but not now."
"I threw the sands last night, Vladimir. For the first time in twenty
years, I threw the sands and asked what would become of me. I felt
the power, and I read the symbols, and they said I would live to hold a
greatgrandchild in my arms. Do you think the sands were wrong?"
"I don't know," I said. "I hope they were not. But if you are to see a
grandchild, I must be alive to conceive one."
He nodded. "Very well, Vladimir. Do what you must. I will go to this
place, and I will live there, so you will know where to find me when
you can."
"When I can," I said. "When I can."
THERE WAS A place I remembered well, that meant nothing to
anyone else, but a great deal to me. It was engraved forever in my
memory, from the isolated patches of bright blue safe-weed among
the tall grasses to the bent oak that loomed over the clearing as if to
keep it safe from predators above; from the thorns of the wild
winesage to the even slope of the wallbush, pointing away from the
nearest water. Though barely more than a child when I'd been there
before, I knew it; it had etched itself into my memory with a fine
detail that I usually saved for the locations of hidden weapons on
enemies or the daily habits of targets. Nature, in all its varied beauties
and horrors, had hitherto been lost on me, save for this place.
Perhaps now that would change.
Somewhere to my left came the sniggering laugh of a chreotha,
spitting out its weaving to trap a norska or a squirrel. A bring-me---
home, growing from the oak, whipped back and forth in the chilly
breeze like a lazy whip: woosh-snap, woosh-snap. A daythief,
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somewhere above me, sobbed in counterpoint to the chreotha. The
breeze made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and I shivered
pleasantly. It was just time for lilacs to loom; they were plentiful here
and the scent mixed well with the blossoming of a stonefruit tree that
hid itself behind the wallbush, outside the clearing.
It came to mind that it was spring, and that I'd never had much cause
to notice the seasons before.
If my life as an assassin had a beginning, perhaps it was here, where
I'd found the egg that would grow to become my familiar. If my life as
an assassin had an end, it would be here as well. If it turned out to be
only an interruption, well, so be it.
Loiosh and Rocza were quiet. Save for them, I was alone. Adrilankha
was far away, and there were no cities for miles in any direction.
Alone.
Except for the two jhereg, no one was here to see me, or to speak with
me, and the Phoenix Stone guarded my thoughts from any who would
seek me that way. I had rendered myself invisible to sorcery. The
hardware I carried, dozens of knives, darts, and other nasty things,
seemed absurd here. I had no doubt that, as time went on, I'd
gradually diminish their number, perhaps to nothing. On my back I
carried what clothing I'd need for the changing of the seasons, a spare
pair of boots, and a few odds and ends that might come in useful.
Just the three of us now.
It would be easy to give in to self-pity, but I would only have been lying
to myself. It was a time of change, a time of growth, as exciting, in its
own way, as the moment just before the target would walk up to the
spot I'd selected for his execution.
What would happen? Who would I become? Would the Jhereg find a
way to track me down? Would love, somehow, emerge from the ashes
to which we'd reduced it? Or even spring up elsewhere, unexpected?
I felt a smile on my face, and didn't try to second-guess it.
I began walking west.
About the Author
Steven Brust was born on November 23, 1955, after which his parents
gave up on the notion of having children. He used to tend bar, drive
an ice-cream truck, wash dishes, cook food, and program computers,
which ought to be enough jobs to prove a point of some sort. He has
four children, named Corwin, Aliera, Carolyn, and Toni, which ought
to be enough children to prove a point of some sort. He lives in
Minneapolis, Minnesota, along with a dog named Miska the
Couchman, a cat named Shadow, and a dove named Astarte, which
ought to be enough pets to prove a point of some sort. When he isn't
writing, he plays drums and writes songs for a rock 'n' roll band called
Cats Laughing that also includes novelist Emma Bull, along with
Adam Stemple, who arranges music for children's books and whose
mother is writer Jane Yolen, which ought to give it enough fantasy
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connections to prove a point of some sort. If you'd like more
information about Cats Laughing, send a self-addressed, stamped
envelope to:
Cats Laughing
Box 7253
Minneapolis, MN 55407
If you'd like more information about Mr. Brust, feel free to make it
up.
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