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His thugs took their place behind him, and folded their arms, taking on a posture of invulnerability and arrogance. There was also someone else present--a girl who lurked in a corner, looking on with mild interest. She had waves of unkempt blond hair filled with nettles and thorns, skin so tan it was difficult to determine her race, and a gaudy pendant with a sky-blue gem hanging around her neck. Mary found the girls cool gaze more disconcerting than Pugsys bug-eyed glare.
"Im willing to listen to your pleas of mercy," Pugsy said in a voice that would forever crack between octaves, having not finished changing while he was alive.
"Im sorry to disappoint you," said Mary, "but youll be hearing no pleas of mercy from me. "
Pugsy shifted uncomfortably in his big armchair.
"What have you done with my children?" Mary asked.
The thug in the gray suit spoke up. "Who said you could ask questions?" But Pugsy put up his hand to silence him. "Ive put them in storage until I decide what to do with them. As for you, I was thinking it might be fun to chain you to the center of the Ferris wheel and watch you go round and round. What do you think?"
Mary fought back her urge to scold him for being such a thoroughly vile little urchin, and instead offered him her kindest smile.
"Come now," she said, "surely the Death Boss of Chicago is above such pettiness. You must realize Im far more useful as an ally than an ornament. "
That gave him pause for thought. If he hadnt realized it before, he was ready to consider it now. Here was the chance Mary had hoped for!
"Youve built quite a civilization here in Chicago," Mary told him. "You are to be congratulated. "
"Flattery from the Sky Witch! You really must want something from me!" He chuckled softly, and his henchmen took it as their cue to chuckle loudly.
"Do not call me that," she said, forcefully but respectfully. "My name is Mary Hightower, and it is the only name I answer to,"
"I know your name," said Pugsy, with an air of disgust in his voice. "So are you gonna tell me why you trespassed on my property?"
"I believe its best if we discuss matters of importance alone," Mary said. His thugs looked ready to stand their ground, and Mary noticed the girl in the corner smile, perhaps impressed with Marys boldness.
Pugsy looked to his thugs. "Send us up to the top, and wait for me on the ground," he told them.
"Yes, boss," they said, ever obedient.
Then he turned to the girl. "Why dont you go skinjack someone, and get todays sports scores. "
It was the first thing that Pugsy said that really caught Mary by surprise.
"Whatever you say," said the girl with a toss of her crazy, nettle-nested hair, then she sauntered out behind the three thugs, eyeing Mary all the way.
In a moment the Ferris wheel grinded into motion, and the large car began a long, slow arc up and away.
"You trust a skinjacker?" Mary asked him.
"Sure," said Pugsy, "she comes in very useful--no matter what you say in your books. "
"So, youve read my books, then?"
"Only what I could stomach. "
"You should attempt to stomach more," Mary suggested. "Ive shared all the things Ive discovered here--all the things I know. "
"Yeah, well I know things too. "
Pugsy stood up and went to a window to admire the view. Mary knew he wasnt very tall, but she didnt realize how short and stocky he was until he stood up.
"So now that were alone, are you gonna tell me why youre here?"
Mary decided to take the direct approach. "I propose an alliance between you and me. A partnership between equals. "
That made him laugh. "Equals? How do you figure that?" And he gestured out the window at his vast land holdings. "I have no need to look," she said. "My view from the Hindenburg is just as grand as yours. "
"Oh," said Pugsy, "but this view is priceless. "
Finally Mary looked. They had just crested the peak of the Ferris wheel, and as they began the journey downward, the car next to them came into view. To Marys horror, it was packed with children--Marys children--every last one of them. They had been packed into that car like sardines. This is what Pugsy meant by "storage. "
"Its amazing," said Pugsy. "Afterlights can fit into whatever space you want them to. All ninety-three of yours are in there. "
Mary couldnt find words to express her disgust.
"So you see," said Pugsy. "I hold all the chips. You gotta do whatever I say, or theyre the ones thatll suffer. "
Mary swallowed her urge to slap him silly, and spoke slowly, making sure all her words had time to sink in through his thick skull. "Treating me as an equal will elevate you far more than you can imagine. "
"Is that so?" He sneered.
"Yes, it is. " Then she put aside all modesty, false or otherwise. "In Everlost I am seen as a queen, an angel, a witch, an enchantress. I did not chose this, of course, but the fact remains that I am the stuff of legend. If you imprison me, you are a mere jail keeper. But . . . if you rise to be my equal, you will become legendary as well. "
"I already am legendary. "
Mary laughed dismissively. "Your infamy does not spread as far as youd like to believe," she told him. "East of Pittsburgh, and south of Indianapolis, I doubt anyone has ever heard of you. And those who have heard of you, consider you . . . well . . . a gangster. But an alliance with me would legitimize what youve done here. "
"And whats in it for you?" Pugsy asked.
Mary had anticipated the question. In this, she chose to be direct as well. "No doubt youve heard of the Chocolate Ogre," Mary said.
"I thought he was made-up. "
"No, hes very real. In a single day he could empty Chicago, so that not a single Afterlight remained under your protection. "
"Id like to see him try," said Pugsy.
"Dont underestimate him; hes very cunning," Mary warned. "But with enough Afterlights, I can defeat him. "
She crossed to the other side of the car, giving him time to think about it. As she did, her velvet dress brushed against the back of the red leather armchair. She wondered if it was as comfortable as it looked.
"So . . . "said Pugsy, "you intend to build an army, is that it?"
"Oh, please!" Mary waved away the suggestion. "An army implies a war. I will not have a war . . . but I will protect Everlost from those who might wreak havoc on the order that you and I try to create. No, we wont have an army, but we will have freedom fighters. "
They reached the bottom of the wheel, and began to circle up once more.
"Agree to help me bring down the Chocolate Ogre," said Mary, "and I will give my heartfelt, personal blessing to you, as ruler of Chicago, and--dare I say it--with my stamp of approval, you could conceivably spread your reign to the rest of Everlost. "
Pugsy was dazzled by the concept. "Id be the EverBoss!" he said.
Mary tried not to cringe. "If you wish. "
As they crested the peak again, they both looked to the next car, where Marys children peered out, hopelessly cramped and tangled in their rotating cell.
"So," asked Mary, "which will it be? Jailer . . . or Emperor?"
Chapter 18 The Interlight Incubator
A pronouncement was made the following day. All of Pugsys Afterlights were called out to the Court of Honor to hear it, as were all of Marys children, who were released from their revolving prison without as much as an apology.
Mary and Pugsy stood side by side at the podium, although he stood on a box so he would appear as tall as her.
"Im pleased to announce a new alliance between myself and Mary Hightower, Governess of the East," Pugsy told the masses. "This will usher in a new age in Everlost. " Then he ordered everyone to celebrate.
There was a feast of crossed food--not all that much to eat, for even in Chicago edible pickings were slim, but it was the idea that counted, and everyone was in good spirits-- even the Chicago kids, who, for once, had reas
on to cheer rather than to despair.
Mary allowed her children to mingle with the Chicago Afterlights, knowing that at the end of the celebration they would happily return to the comfort and routine of the Hindenburg. Pugsys three henchmen now treated Mary with the utmost respect, and would attempt to stand behind her and fold their arms as they did for Pugsy. Mary would have none of it. She didnt need bodyguards.
"Go practice your intimidation elsewhere," she told them.
"Of course, Miss Mary," they would obsequiously reply, as if being irritatingly polite would win her favor.
The skinjacking girl was a different matter. She moved in Pugsys inner circle, but seemed immune to his rules. In fact, Mary noticed that Pugsy rarely ordered her to do anything, probably for fear that she would say "no. " The girl was like a cat, doing as she pleased, knowing she could get away with it.
It was toward the end of the celebration that she sidled up to Mary, to engage her in conversation for the first time.
"It took only two revolutions of the wheel for you to get Pugsy in your pocket," she said. "You must be a witch after all. "
"I could say the same about you," said Mary. "You certainly look the part. "
The skinjacker fluffed her tangled hair, but not a single nettle fell from it. "Didnt you write Its patently wrong to hold an Afterlight responsible for the circumstance of their demise, and one should never make fun of unfortunate clothing and unexpected accessories?"
Mary was not pleased to have her own words used against her, but the skinjacker was right. Mary was breaking one of her own rules of etiquette. She took a moment to compose herself. "Im sorry if we got off on the wrong foot," Mary said. "You know who I am, but Im afraid weve never been properly introduced. May I ask your name?"
"Im Jill," she said. "My friends call me Jackin Jill. "
"Well, Jill," said Mary, "I suspect things will be changing around here. I sincerely hope you do well with change. "
Jackin Jill nodded, but said nothing. Even so, Mary felt that they were both on better ground than when they started. Of course it didnt change her opinion of skinjackers, but if there was to be a shining new world order, everyone would have a part to play.
Mary found that she had free run of the fair. She could explore all places, interact with all of Pugsys Afterlights-- but one place was off-limits. The glass-domed agricultural building. All entrances were perpetually guarded, and when Mary questioned Pugsy about it, he merely said, "Its my business. If you got a problem with it, too bad. "
On her third night of freedom, Mary decided it was time to rid Chicago of its secrets. She went to the agricultural building alone, circling it, counting the entrances--five in all--and searching out the guard who looked the least intelligent, and most unhappy in his situation. She found the perfect specimen at the northeast entry.
"Good evening," she said, as she approached. She tried to get past him and through the door without slowing down, but the guard put out his hand and she intentionally bumped into it. It had the desired effect--he looked embarrassed at having touched her.
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