by Glen Cook
“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.
67
“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 translucent. 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.
Lady froze.
I glared into the eyeholes of her ugly black helmet. Those glowed with an unnatural intensity. If something so unnatural initially could become more unnatural. She whispered, “You’re there again.”
I
tried to bellow. “Your pal Kina whipped their asses upstairs. They’re all down right now. There’ll never be a better time to get them.”
Lady turned slightly. She stared up at Longshadow’s personal tower. The light in the crystal chamber was feeble, guttering like a spent lamp.
The fate Longshadow feared so much might catch up with him yet.
Lady shouted at Isi and Sindawe.
She did not get my message exactly but she did hit on the notion that right now might be a good time to take one last whack at the Shadowmaster.
68
This time when I returned to flesh I was wiped out completely. I had just enough strength to grab some sugar water. I consumed my resources a lot faster, apparently, when I had to fight Smoke all the time.
Croaker was talking to somebody on the other side of the curtain. I did not recognize the voice so I did not include myself in the discussion.
The subject seemed to be a rapid deterioration in our fortunes due to a sudden increase in the number of shadows getting past the troops below the Shadowgate. Shadows were turning up everywhere now, though not yet in disastrous numbers.
The man reporting to Croaker was a courier who had come all the way around Overlook from the Old Division. Mission completed now, he did not want to go back out into the night even when Croaker offered him one of One-Eye’s amulets.
“You’re perfectly safe now,” Croaker told him. “The shadows won’t know you’re around.”
“I don’t trust—”
“Don’t test my temper, soldier. I’ll call the guards.”
Smoke groaned. It was a for-real, out-loud, full-throated kind of groan.
Croaker started to snarl at the messenger again.
The ground shook as though somebody had dropped a seven-ton boulder next door. Dirt rained down. Some got into my food. Some went down the back of my neck. I was too tired to care much, or even to wonder what was happening.
Croaker pulled the hangings aside. “What was that?”
“The old fart made a noise.”
“He didn’t make the earth shake, did he?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know about that. I do know Lady wants to take one more crack at Overlook.” I explained the situation there. “Wouldn’t it be something if we could just round them all up? If we ended up getting the best of everybody because they couldn’t stop feuding among themselves?”
“We’ve been doing that for the last five years. More or less. I don’t like the idea of her going in there again. She ought to hunker down till morning. A place like Overlook could turn into a death trap if the shadows infest it.”
I said, “We’d really better worry about Longshadow’s health. If the well-being of the Shadowgate depends on his well-being.”
“Uhm?”
“A lot of the insane stuff he did the last several years he did because Soulcatcher and Kina were manipulating him. But he was paranoid about the shadows twenty years before any of us showed up in these parts. He’s convinced they’re out to get him. What if he’s right? What if they do get him? I don’t know what happens to a man when the shadows come, except that he dies horribly. If one of them kills Longshadow, will that break open the Shadowgate? Would that be why they want to get him so bad?”
“I don’t know. I’d have to ask One-Eye.”
“Where is that little shit? He should have been hanging around here instead of playing tonk.”
“Tonk?”
“A while ago he was bitching because he wanted to get back to his burrow. He’d suckered somebody into coming over to play.”
“He was bullshitting you, then, Murgen. There’s nobody in this army stupid enough to play cards with him anymore. Maybe he was going to get drunk. Why don’t you run over there and—”
“I’m wiped. That’s one reason I wanted to see One-Eye. I don’t have anything left to give.”
Croaker sighed. He started to settle his winged Widowmaker helmet onto his head. “What should he look for?”
“He’ll want to keep track of Lady and what’s happening in Longshadow’s chamber. He’ll have to fight Smoke every step to do it, though. The little shit is really turning into his old chickenshit self. He don’t want to get near this or that or … Never mind. Tell him if he sees something Lady ought to know about, he can sort of warn her by getting his point of view down right in front of her and screaming. She won’t pick up anything word for word but she’ll understand that there’s something she needs to know. Then she’ll pick up the gist of it.”
Croaker frowned. He was really worried about Lady going back into Overlook. He asked, “Can you make it back to your place?”
The sugar water had given me strength enough to attack some hard rolls and fragments of a scrawny chicken that had not been able to outrun the headquarters cooks. “Yeah. Now. I wish we’d brought more cattle. I’d cut somebody’s throat for a good hunk of rare beef.”
“One-Eye is supposed to have woven a network of spells around here to make the area proof against shadows. But I want you to take this amulet, too. Just in case.”
It is never wise to count on One-Eye one hundred percent. Sometimes he gets sloppy. Sometimes he forgets. Sometimes he is too lazy.
Croaker said, “Bring the standard when you come back. Then I can give that amulet to somebody else.”
“Still want me to go past One-Eye’s hole? I’m better now.”
“I’ll handle it. Get some rest. If you’ve turned into the religious sort while I wasn’t looking, beg your gods to get us through the rest of the night.” Fortunately, there was not a lot of night left. The shadows would have to go into hiding before long. The tables would turn. Soldiers would spend the daylight hours hunting them.
During our conversation we had heard several remote screams. “Yeah.” As I was about to leave I observed, “Shouldn’t most of the stupid ones, the ones who didn’t want to do the work or to inconvenience themselves, be dead by now?”
“I expect so. I imagine the shadows are learning from their successes, though. And their failures.”
Shaking, I went out into the night.
Clouds masked the stars. I could see nothing but the occasional flight of a fireball and the glow atop Overlook’s remaining lighted towers.
I listened for crows and owls and bats, for rats and mice. I heard none of those. There was no noise anywhere that was not of human origin. Shadows found nonhuman life nearly as tasty as human. And a whole lot less difficult about being hunted.
A breeze had begun to blow. I sniffed the air, considered the overcast. Looked like we were going to get some rain.
I descended into my own dugout. Inside I found Thai Dei huddled beside the fire, pallid for a Nyueng Bao, obviously frightened. Weird. I had trouble picturing him being scared of anything.
I told him, “We’ll be fine here. This candle will keep out any shadows that get through the spells One-Eye spread around outside.” I did not mention the standard. He did not need to know. I tossed him the amulet Croaker had given me. “For insurance. You wear that, you can go anywhere safely.”
“I’ll go nowhere till the sun is high in the sky.”
“I like your attitude. Shows good sense. I’m exhausted. I need to get some rest before I collapse.” I looked around. “Where’s your mother?”
Thai Dei shook his head. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t know where to start looking—if I could summon the courage to rid myself of the cold water that has replaced my bones.”
“She isn’t out there with Uncle Doj, is she?” Concerned, tired, I spoke without thinking.
Thai Dei was not so frightened and worried that he missed my slip. “Uncle Doj?”
Why pretend? “Oh, I know he’s prowling around out there. I saw him the other night. Him and Mother Gota were prancing through the ruins of Kiaulune. Doing who knows what the hell why. Or maybe hell knows what the who. What’s he up to? I’m sure he wasn’t looking for plunder Mogaba’s and the Prince’s men missed.”
Thai Dei j
ust looked at me. Maybe a hint of a smile tried to break through. It did not last. “Will that candle last all night?” Evidently he could become mildly talkative if he was scared and worried.
“It’ll last a lot of nights. I’m going to crap out. If it makes you more comfortable, put on the amulet and sit next to the candle. Just don’t move it. It has to block the doorway.”
Thai Dei grunted. He had the amulet on his wrist already and was back at full worry.
I said, “We’ll look for your mother first thing.” Now that there was a chance she was dead I was concerned. Result of a whole lot of boyhood teaching that insisted that even the most hated member of your family was immeasurably precious. And there was some truth to that. Who will watch your back if not family?
It is the same here in the Company. The most loathsome, most despicable of my brothers has to be of more value to me than any outsider. On one level we are a big, ugly family.
There are, of course, rare exceptions, bullies and assholes so bad they have just got to be fragged. That has not happened in a long time.
I would look for my mother-in-law even though I had wished her away at least a hundred thousand times.
I was not yet all the way horizontal when sleep overcame me.
69
I dreamt. Of course. Awake or asleep I spent most of my life in dreamlands.
I was in the place of bones. Some great force troubled the plain. The bones themselves drifted on tides and currents. Scattered skeletons pulled themselves together, rose up and wandered aimlessly for seconds or minutes before falling apart again. Skulls turned to stare wherever I floated. Crows cawed drunkenly from perches in the few enwintered trees, afraid to fly because their equilibrium was all off and every straight flight nevertheless warped groundward where the stricken bird flopped and struggled amongst the bones like a moth caught in a spider’s web. Dark clouds scurried across what had always been iron-grey skies. The wind was icy. Gusts made the bones rattle.
The smell of Kina was strong but I did not see her.