“Somebody’s coming. Sneaking. And they know where they’re going.”
“Surprise, surprise.” Goblin gave Lisa Bowalk another kick that would have broken normal ribs. “When they sell you out they sell you all the way. I ever tell you what this bitch was doing first time we met her? She was barely old enough to bleed at the crotch but she was killing people to sell their bodies.”
“We’ve heard it all before, boss,” a voice called from the darkness. “If we’ve got company coming let’s get ready to have a party.”
“I hate this shit,” Goblin told Mowfat. “I hate this country, I hate these people, I hate —”
“I hate to tell you this but they’re less than a mile away.”
“Mogaba with them?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t wait around till they got that close.”
Goblin went to work being a wizard. He cooked up some of his favorite wizard dishes. Those, it was obvious immediately, would include illusions.
One-Eye and Goblin love to make people see things that are not there.
I stole away to take a look at the people approaching.
These events were taking place in rocky, wooded, brushy mountain country in the dark. The seeing was bad even for me. I could not find Mogaba though I did confirm that the folks hunting Goblin were Mogaba’s partisans. They were hard little snots, too, after having spent a winter in the business. They were wary and they were quiet.
I backtracked them. I had to go all the way back to before sunset to get a glimpse of Mogaba. I caught him sitting around with his boys not five miles from Goblin’s camp. He was sharing his venison roast with a big black kitty.
That led me backward again instead of just humping off to see where everybody went. The mantra that cleared the mists around Goblin also helped disperse those around Mogaba. But only for a few seconds at a time.
I found out what I wanted to know, then rejoined Goblin’s bunch in time to watch them ambush the bad boys who were supposed to clean up after sweet Lisa Bowalk.
What looked like a shimmering ghost materialized on the slope opposite the one where Goblin and most of his gang waited. Although the specter grabbed the attention of the Shadowlanders that was not its function. It was a signal meant to warn Goblin’s gang to protect their night vision. Four, three, two, one. Flash!
I had no eyes to close. For an instant I was as blind as Mogaba’s raiders. Then I asked myself why I should be blind and decided I was blind only because I expected to be blind. I could see again as soon as I decided I should. Which was more proof that lots of things really are a matter of viewpoint and expectation.
The flash not only blinded the Shadowlanders for a while, it splashed them with something that left them glowing in the dark. They made good targets.
Goblin’s men were outnumbered. They took the opportunity to rectify that. Life became very unpleasant for the southerners. Short for some of them, too.
Goblin made their situation more unpleasant by conjuring numerous simulacra of brothers present and past. It was an old device and one of his favorites. He did not use it so often anyone figured out how to deal with it. The southerners struggled with spooks and shadows while Goblin’s rangers picked them off. They did not jump on the option of using antiambush tactics because they took too long to comprehend the full scope of what had befallen them.
Mogaba never appeared. I could not find him no matter how hard I looked. Eventually it dawned on his lieutenants that they had taken a bite that was beyond their ability to chew.
They began to withdraw. They flailed at themselves and one another, trying to shed the luminescence that made them easy targets. Some tried to strip, though that meant staying in one place for a length of time definitely not conducive to continued good health.
The spooks and Goblin’s men kept after them. Organized withdrawal collapsed into panic. Goblin kept close contact. He had spun Fortune on her ear and tripped his enemies good. Now he wanted to ride his good luck for all it was worth. He wanted to catch Mogaba while the Nar remained unaware of the scope of the disaster.
I wished him luck.
My fears for Goblin having proven unjustified I headed back to report what looked like the only good thing that had happened all night.
66
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Croaker told me. “Yet.” He watched me suck down a quart of sugar water. “It looks like the Old and New Divisions are swapping places without any problems. And we haven’t seen any evidence that many shadows are getting through. And I think Lady can get her situation under control. So whatever kind of stunt Soulcatcher is pulling it isn’t gonna go all her way.”
There were some unspoken yets in there that were pretty damned big.
Croaker asked, “How are you holding up? Should I have One-Eye come take over?”
“He’s probably more use wherever he is now.”
“I don’t know. He’s being One-Eye. A few minutes ago he was running around waving a fancy black spear and mumbling incoherently. I do believe he was a bit tipsy.”
“Shit.” One-Eye drunk and in a mood to show off his talents seldom bodes well for anyone. “That’s the spear he made while we were trapped in Dejagore. He was drunk the last time he tried to use it.”
“The one he made to kill Shadowspinner?”
“To kill Shadowmasters in general, but yes.”
“We don’t want him killing this Shadowmaster. Not yet.”
“He’s probably worried about the shapeshifter. You can tell him she’s no threat. Goblin’s got her under control.”
“You’re sure you don’t need a break?”
“I’m fine.” I got back into the alcove with Smoke. Croaker called, “Your in-laws understand about the shadows?”
“Thai Dei saw them at Lake Tanji. They’ll keep their heads down.”
Smoke and I went straight up half a mile so I could get an idea of who was doing what to whom, where and when.
Everybody was doing something to somebody. The night was alive with trails of fire down around the Shadowgate. It looked as though some of the Old Division were still there giving their replacements a hand.
There were a few fireballs flying around in Kiaulune and the wastes between the ruins and Overlook, though not so many as I had expected. Maybe I had gotten the warning to Lady too late.
I headed downward. Below me the ruins and surrounding area began to develop a case of measles as ruby dots took life. In moments those gave birth to red threads that slithered through the night in search of other measles.
Whatever it was, Lady was behind it. It encouraged a lot of yelling and running. The people getting excited all proved to belong to the Prince’s division.
Lady’s men were rounding them up and disarming them. Those who chose to remain loyal to her, of course.
The worm had turned real fast.
The Prince himself exercised the better part of valor, accompanied by his staff, his bodyguards and anyone else who could run fast enough to keep up. Lady had impressed them quickly and thoroughly and the survivors fully understood that their futures might be much more pleasant if welcomed somewhere else.
There were a lot of dead people around. Most appeared to be stubborn Taglian loyalists.
The rubies grew larger and brighter. The threads connected, then contracted into straight, rigid lines. Seen up close those hummed and crackled and popped ferociously when some fool touched them. Said fool always fell down stone dead. The red light smelled bad. It took me a moment to recognize the odor because I was not expecting it.
The ruby light exuded the smell of Kina. Lady was drawing upon the goddess to create her sorcery.
The lines of power she laid down carved the area into triangles of isolation that could be escaped but only by using great caution. The lines kept the Prince’s faithful from supporting one another. Consequently, Lady was emerging triumphant although she was outnumbered dramatically. She was a nasty old bitch.
I closed in on her. S
he had reached a state where she was happy with the way things were going. I presumed. It was hard to read her emotional state when she was buttoned up inside the Lifetaker costume. She told Isi and Ochiba, “That should take care of that. For a while.”
Isi said, “I guess this means no more warm barracks and no more combat pay.” There had been no pay for anybody since the battle at Charandaprash. Not that there was anything to spend pay on. Unless One-Eye’s brewing scheme was more successful than I believed.
“I suspect our contract has been terminated, yes. And the Captain is likely to be put out because all its terms have not yet been met.”
That was true, though the Prince and his sister had been cautioned repeatedly against failing to fulfill their end of the bargain. And right now those warnings had to be weighing heavily on the Prince’s mind. He had cast his fortune with Soulcatcher, for whatever reason, and the snake had turned in his hand. How many times had he heard Croaker tell what had happened to past employers who had turned on the Company?
Plenty. Catcher must have done some strong selling to make him turn on us. She must have been convinced that she could handle Lady.
Might be worth a few minutes trying to find out what kind of a deal they made.
Lady’s bunch had a gang of prisoners seated in neat lines, cross-legged. None seemed inclined to protest their situation.
Willow Swan and Blade were among the captives. They seemed depressed.
I guess Sindawe was right when he said she did not trust them.
I almost wished I was there in person.
“I hear Cordy’s supposed to get here tomorrow,” Swan muttered to Blade. “Nothing like timing.”
Blade grunted.
“Why the hell did the fool go and do something like this?”
It took me a moment to realize that Swan meant the Prahbrindrah Drah, not Cordy Mather.
Blade grunted again. Swan seemed to understand.
“Why the hell didn’t he tell me? I’m supposed to be the goddamned commander of his goddamned bodyguard.”
“Because you’re always over here watching her body instead?”
“So I’m sorry. He don’t appeal to me. You suppose this crap is happening all over? Or did just the Prince go bugfuck?”
“No talking over there,” Lady said, not unkindly. She asked, “Anyone have any thoughts concerning what we can do about our friends in there?”
“Stay out of their way?” Isi asked. He was turning into a real comedian.
“I think we need instructions from the Captain.” Lady turned around slowly, studying the air almost as if she sensed an extra presence.
It was, I suspected, a direct experiment meant to illuminate her suspicions.
Nevertheless, Croaker did need to know her situation.
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“You smelled the Kina smell? You’re sure?” The Old Man did not seem interested in details of how Lady had visited disaster upon the Prahbrindrah Drah. The fact of her success was enough.
“Yes. But the goddess wasn’t there. I’ve felt her close up often enough to know when she’s been around. Especially tonight.”
“She wants instructions?”
“She may. But she was fishing for a reaction, really. She suspects.”
“She probably knows. Have you been back to the Shadowgate? Are we holding?”
“No, I haven’t. I assume we’re doing all right. There aren’t so many fireballs flying around as there were a while ago. That seems to be because there’s a lack of targets, not a lack of bamboo. Once in a while there’s still a big barrage, though.”
“You need One-Eye to spell you?”
“I’m all right for now.”
“Be careful. And watch out coming back. I’m sending for Lady. She might be here.”
I tried to take Smoke south. He would not go. I tried to get back into Overlook to spy on Catcher and Howler and Longshadow but Smoke refused to get anywhere near them, either. She is the darkness! He would not be fooled and he would not be bullied. He was gaining substance again. And that substance was in keeping with what I knew about his chickenshit character. Which suggested that we might not be getting a lot of use out of the old boy in days to come.
He would go upward. So I took the opportunity to survey the situation from above once more.
The distribution of fireworks suggested our situation was not bad now. The Shadowgate had held. The Prahbrindrah Drah was headed north. He showed good hustle and a fair amount of thought as well. He left messages for his scattered troops, confident that we would be much too busy to chase them hard. He had no actual plan yet, though, other than to get clear and reassemble his division. He was not pleased by the way the tables had turned so suddenly. He had been promised that Lady would be handled. He had taken a major princely step when he had set aside his emotional disinclination to buy that.
If he had thought he had some chance with Lady he might not have pursued his treachery.
Not that his action came as any great surprise, except in its timing.
Longshadow’s pinky nail pet had ruined the whole conspiracy’s timing.
Smoke did not seem keen on getting close to Lady, now, either, though he did let himself be bullied.
We needed to find a way to encourage Smoke to be more cooperative. Maybe red-hot branding irons.
Shadows definitely were leaking through. I arrived about the same time as the first reached the vicinity of Lady’s force. This was no onslaught like the one at Lake Tanji, though. The only evidence was an occasional scream.
Lady’s mood had blackened since my last visit. She stamped around angrily. Pink fires jumped off her Lifetaker armor. They flew around like sparks in a forge. She had become unhappy in a big way but I could not make out why. She looked like she wanted to take it out on Willow Swan and Blade. They received a few choice words each time she passed. But their behavior remained impeccable. They offered her no excuse to strike.
I failed to see why Blade was a prisoner, anyway.
The smell of Kina was strong around Lady but I got no sense that the goddess herself was anywhere close by. I had expected great horrors splattered all over the region after her wild response to Longshadow’s assault on the Daughter of Night.
Lady paused in her pacing. She listened. She cursed.
Horrors were coming but these nightmares were not spewing forth from Kina’s forehead.
The cries of men attacked by shadows became increasingly frequent.
“Idiots!” Lady growled. “They won’t listen and they won’t protect themselves.”
Then the smell of Kina began to grow stronger, too.
I tried to grab Smoke in a spectral hammerlock, to force him back to Longshadow’s crystal chamber.
From the first moment I saw it with ghostly eyes, that chamber had blazed with the intense cold light of a brilliant star. It made a landmark more easily seen than any beacon or lighthouse. But tonight, now, the light was flickering.
Smoke whimpered she is the darkness sheisthedarkness sheisthedarkness! like some protective mantra and fought me tough, but this time I enforced my will upon him. Apparently I could if I worked up a strong enough case of emotion. And sustained it. Smoke never stopped resisting.
He did not seem to need tons of energy, the way I did. Maybe he fed off me like some vampirish spirit.
The crystal chamber was a shambles. In one corner, still tied to his chair, the Shadowmaster lay trapped inside a cocoon of glimmering force, unconscious and in terrible shape. I guessed he had several broken bones. His clothing was torn all to hell. Clotted blood had splashed the inner face of his defensive shell. Must have been some major excitement in my absence. He must have tried another trick or two. And had paid the price for trying. Maybe he was close to death. Maybe that was why there was so much more screaming going on outside Overlook.
I thought the Daughter of Night was gone altogether but then I spotted her hiding inside her own egg of protection. Hers was eggplant black and just barely t
ranslucent. She had curled into a fetal ball but she did not appear to be injured.
Howler looked like he had tried to rape a tiger. He was making noise continuously but not of the usual sort. This was more like a continuous whine punctuated by the occasional rattle of air in a punctured lung. Soulcatcher was trying to doctor him but she was in bad shape herself. She looked like she had wrestled the same tiger, with only marginally more positive results. Right now she had no time for anything going on outside the chamber.
The smell of Kina remained strong there.
I dislocated Smoke’s ghostly knuckles and applied pressure till he moved back toward the moment when he had dragged me away. We never got there. Kina arrived first, making a second, surprise visit that caught everyone off guard.
When I got close enough to feel Kina’s presence, to catch glimpses, I became unfocused. Smoke made a run for it. I regained control, dove right back in there.
We bounced in and away, in and away. I caught several more glimpses of an animate darkness that, seen from the corner of my invisible eye, looked like a miniature version of the many-armed goddess. Kina concentrated on enveloping the brat in the dark shell that surrounded her now. Howler and Soulcatcher took their lumps in a minute of vain resistance in which they caught the goddess’s attention about like an annoying yellow jacket buzzing around an outdoor lunch catches the attentions of picnickers.
Longshadow grabbed the chance to employ a ready protective catechism to create the egg enveloping him now. Most of the damage he suffered was accidental and collateral and happened during the scrimmage between Kina and the others.
Narayan Singh appeared to be splashed all over the floor. I could not tell if he was alive.
I let Smoke pull away, drove him toward Lady. She ought to resemble a bouquet of posies on his fear scale now.
I positioned myself right in front of her, at eye level, as I had done before. That took some doing. She would not stand still. She continued to mutter curses about the screaming, which had become more common.
Longshadow had to be teetering on the brink of eternity.
I shrieked.