She Is The Darkness

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. She 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.