The Silver Spike Part 25
They didn't beat Smeds much more than they had to to get him under control. They seemed to think the whole thing was a good joke on the man with the big mouth.
They dragged Smeds outside and added him to a group of cowed youngsters about thirty strong. Several of the youngsters got told off to carry the men Smeds had injured.
So Smeds Stahl became one of the gray boys. Sort of.
LIV.
The little critters was in and out so much I was sure the people downstairs was going to find us out any minute. Bomanz and Silent was having trouble enough keeping curiosity types away without attracting the attention of the new big boy.
Raven was loving every minute of it. "What the h.e.l.l are you grinning about?" I demanded.
"Those guys with the spike. They got b.a.l.l.s down to their ankles."
"Hunh!" He would appreciate their bra.s.s.
"Come on, Case. Look. One of them decides to cut a deal for himself and winds up getting grabbed by Exile's boys for his trouble. So what do his buddies do? Big rescue attempt, against the odds? h.e.l.l, no. Before they get the guy halfway here one man just casually trots through the escort and practically lops the guy's head off. He does it so quick they can't get two descriptions that agree no matter how many witnesses they ask. And when the soldiers get riled and go after the killer, he offs two of them and leaves the rest standing around with their thumbs in their ears."
"Just your kind of fun-loving boy, eh?"
"They have style, Case. I appreciate style. It's a sort of bringing of artistry to even the most mundane-or gruesome-things that have to be done. Bet you something. If the man who made that hit had had five more minutes he would have been wearing a Nightstalker uniform, just to mess with people's minds. It's not the deed. It's how it was done."
Here was a shade of the Raven of old. Maybe the sh.e.l.l was ready to break. "You think these guys are just having a good time, sticking their tongues out at the world, yelling 'Catch us if you can'?"
"No. You don't understand. They're probably hiding out somewhere not fit for a pig. They're probably hungry, filthy, scared, sure they're not going to get out of it alive. But they're not letting it break them. They're going right on clawing at the faces of the wolves and vampires trying to feed on them. You see?"
I agreed mostly because I didn't and if I admitted that we'd end up spending the whole day getting me lessons in never surrender, even if the ground you're holding springs from stupid or wrong.
Agreeing worked. He moved over and got into a discussion with Silent and Darling. All business, I a.s.sume, since no sparks flew.
I got into a conversation with Bomanz, who was trying to work his way through some moral catch trap where the spike was concerned. He had some questions that n.o.body had answers for. I wasn't sure there were any answers. That spike was like a drop of black dye plunked into a pool of already murky water, spreading. It had poisoned Oar already. We had resisted it because we knew about it and could think it away consciously. But what would happen if our bunch got lucky and glommed on to it?
Scary.
And what the h.e.l.l were we going to do with the d.a.m.ned thing if we did get it? I never heard none of those clowns talk about that. It was all keep the other guys from grabbing it and doing dirty.
It sure as h.e.l.l hadn't been safe where they left it before.
I didn't have no ideas. Not that looked like they would work. There wasn't no place in the world you could put it that somebody else couldn't get it back from except maybe if you dropped it in the deepest part of the ocean. And that probably wouldn't do the job neither.
Some d.a.m.ned fish would probably gulp it down before it sank ten feet, then the fish would beach itself or get hooked by some G.o.dd.a.m.ned fisherman with a hidden talent for sorcery and a secret l.u.s.t for conquest.
That's the nature of evil talismans.
My best notions were to get a bunch of sorcerers together who could elevate it to the outer realm and stick in on a pa.s.sing comet or to have a bunch break a little hole through to another plane, pop the spike through, and plug the hole.
Both ways was just cheaters that put the problem off on somebody else. The people of the future when the comet came back or the people of the other plane.
I had been picking up bits of the sign exchanges between Raven, Darling, and Silent, without paying much attention, just like you can't help catching s.n.a.t.c.hes of a nearby conversation when it don't really interest you. Raven was getting antsy. He was finger grumbling about all this sitting around waiting for something to happen instead of getting out and making it happen.
He was on his way back all right. That was the old Raven. You got a problem you kill somebody or at least beat the s.h.i.t out of them.
I was almost tempted to yell, "Hey!" when I caught him voluteering me and him to go look around the landscape where the morning's excitement had taken place. I choked it. Why let the boys downstairs know we were here when Darling could tell him to go soak his head?
Treacherous witch.
She thought it was a great idea. We should drag Bomanz along, just in case a wizard might turn up handy.
Silent grinned all the way around his face. The p.r.i.c.k saw himself talking his talk and making his pitch every second we were gone.
I decided I was going for the head recruiter's job if I was going to get stuck as a Rebel for life. The movement could use a few more women. And a few soldiers who weren't screwb.a.l.l.s, too.
With a little illusion help from Bomanz we just went downstairs and strutted out the front door, walking like we belonged there. Like Raven said, if we didn't belong we wouldn't've been in there in the first place. Would we?
b.a.l.l.s and style. That's my buddy Raven.
They had carted the body off with all the others but we had no trouble finding the place. There was blood all over and a crowd of kids still hanging around telling each other all about it.
Raven only gave the stains a glance. Bomanz had no use for that scene either. He wasn't looking for dead men.
We strolled down the alley the killer had used to make his escape. I was surprised they didn't have soldiers watching, though I couldn't imagine who they'd think they'd be laying for, either. It just seemed like something some officer would think was a dandy thing to do. If what officers use their heads for is to think.
The place where the two soldiers got killed was a little harder to find because of all the dark. That alley was a creepy place. It felt like it never got light in there. Like a place where people didn't belong at all. A place already claimed by other things, impatient with our intrusion.
Weird thoughts. I shivered.
Maybe the shades of the murdered soldiers were hanging around.
Then Bomanz conjured up a ball of light and hung it out overhead. "That's better," he said. "It got spooky for a minute, there."
He was good for something after all.
"Yeah," Raven said. They started poking around. There wasn't a whole lot to see. I went over to a rubble pile to sit and wait them out. A fat rat sauntered past without so much as a nod to intimidation by a superior species. I chucked a hunk of broken brick at him.
He stopped and eyeballed me over his shoulder, red eyes glowing. Arrogant little sucker. I grabbed another hunk of brick and this time put some arm behind it.
He charged me.
Rabid! I thought, and tried to scramble up the pile while grabbing a broken board to beat him off. The pile collapsed. I went sliding down, kicking and cussing. The rat zagged out, to be seen no more. He took him a good brag to hand his buddies.
Raven got a big chuckle out of the whole thing. "Hail, O Mighty Hunter, Terror of Ratkind."
"Stuff it." I rolled me over and saw about a square foot of raggedy-a.s.s canvas peeking out of the rubble pile. I had me a stroke of cunning. I stood up, dusted me off, and sat back down. They went back to their sniffing around. I dug the thing out, decided it was somebody's backpack, then decided it might be why our villain had made a stand here when all he really needed to do was duck through that hole and leave the soldiers sucking dust.
"What have you got there?" Raven yelled when he noticed. Bomanz didn't say nothing but his beady little eyes lit right up.
They caught on quick. Raven wanted to open the pack right there. Bomanz told him, "This isn't the place. Anybody could come along."
Raven thought about sneaking into the building the killer had used to make his getaway. Great idea, only somebody had boarded up the hole from inside. "Guess we might as well take it back to the temple," he said.
The soldiers were waiting for us at the end of the alley. There were a dozen of them and they were ready for trouble. We would've walked right into them if we hadn't had a tame wizard along to sniff them out.
We backed off to talk. Bomanz supposed all the exits from the maze of alleys would be covered by now. Pretty soon they would come in after us. He could get us out right now but that would take so much flash and show it would get Exile all twisted out of shape.
"Over the rooftops, then," Raven said. Like it was obvious and easy.
"Great idea. But I'm an old man. Sneaking up on five hundred. A wizard, not a monkey."
"Give him the pack, Case. He can cover his own b.u.t.t and get it home to Mama. We'll play tag with the soldiers."
"Say what? Oh. Yeah. Sure. You're the guy with style. You play tag with them." But I took the pack off. Bomanz wiggled into it. It was too big for him.
Softly, he told me, "Don't take silly chances. She'll want you to come back."
Chills up the spine, and some more thoughts about what kind of a crazy man was I, being here in the first place. Potato farming never looked so good.
I don't know if Raven heard. He didn't give no sign. We went off and found a way up to the roofs, which was a crazy country of steep pitches, flats, chimneys, slate, copper, tile, thatch, and shingle. Like no two builders ever used the same materials. We stumbled and clunked around and did our d.a.m.nedest to fall off and break a head or a leg, but something always got in the way.
I might have been better off if I'd busted my bean.
For a while it didn't look like hunking around on the roofs was going to do no good. Whenever we took a peek to see if it was safe, there was some soldiers hanging out. But just when I asked Raven, "How do you like pigeon? 'Cause it looks like we're going to spend the rest of our lives up here," some kind of hoorah broke out back about where we left the old wizard and every soldier in sight headed that way.
I said, "That silly sack probably did something subtle like turn somebody into a toad."
"Must you always be negative, Case?" Raven was having him a good time.
"Me? Negative? The G.o.ds forfend! I've never had a negative thought in my life. Where did you get a notion like that?"
"It's clear. Drop on down there."
On down there was a two-story fall to a rough cobblestone landing. "You're s.h.i.tting me."
"No."
"Then you go first so I can land on you."
"You are in a contrary mood, aren't you? Go on."
"No, thank you. I'll just go find me a place where I can climb down."
Maybe I crowded it a little. He gave me a nasty look and said, "All right. You do what you have to do. But I'm not going to hang around waiting for you to catch up." He rolled over the edge of the roof, hung down, kicked out, let go.
I know he done it just to give me some s.h.i.t. And he got what he asked for, showing off. He sprained an ankle. When he slowed down cussing and fussing enough, I told him, "You hang on right there. I'll be there in a minute."
I wasn't, of course.
I cut across a couple roofs and found a way to climb down into the street parallel to the one where I left Raven. I hitched up my pants and headed around the corner into the nearest cross street-and ran smack into a whole gang of gray boys.
Their sergeant laughed. "G.o.d d.a.m.n! Here's one so eager he came running."
I guess I didn't react too well. I just stood there gawking for about five seconds too long. When my feet finally decided it was time to get moving it was too late. There was five of them around me. They had nightsticks and mean grins. They meant business. The sergeant told me, "Fall in with the rest of the recruits, soldier."
I eyeballed about ten numb-looking guys in a bunch, most of them looking the worse for wear. "What is this bulls.h.i.t?"
He chuckled. "You just enlisted. Second Battalion, Second Regiment, Oar Home Defense Forces."
"Like h.e.l.l."
"You want to argue about it?"
I looked at his buddies. They were ready. And I wasn't going to get no help from the other "recruits."
"Not right now. We'll talk it over later, one-on-one." I gave him my best imitation of Raven's I'm-going-to-make-a-necklace-out-of-your-toes look. He got the idea.
He wanted to try some bl.u.s.ter but he just said, "Fall in. And don't give us no s.h.i.t. We ain't no more excited about this than you are."
So that was how I got me back into the army.
LV.
Raven waited awhile, then, troubled, hobbled around looking for Case. He didn't find a trace. Case might have stepped off the edge of the earth.
He could spend hours in a futile search that would keep him at risk himself or he could go home and have Silent and Bomanz hunt the easy way.
The pain in his ankle had awakened the old pain in his hip, so that he was stove up in both legs and moved with the spryness of an eighty-year-old arthritic. It was no time for heroics.
He had no trouble entering the temple, reaching the tower, and getting upstairs. Except from his own body. Someone up top had been watching. Silent covered his progress with a curtain of gentle, selective blindness.
Bomanz got after him before he got through the door. "Where's Case? What happened?"
"I don't know. He disappeared. How about you do something for this ankle while I tell it?" He settled with his back against a wall, leg outthrust. He told what there was to tell.
Bomanz poked, prodded, and twisted. Raven winced. The wizard said, "Not much I can do but kill the pain. Silent? You know more about healing than I do."
Silent paused in his translation for Darling, moved in on the ankle without enthusiasm. Bomanz puttered around, muttering, "Got to come up with something of his he had long enough to make his own." Grumble, grumble, paw through Case's few possessions, come up with his journal. "This ought to do it." He shuffled into a corner and went to mumbling and twitching.
Silent did not do much more for Raven's ankle than Bomanz had. The pain was gone but it still did not want to work right when Raven put his weight on it. He wasn't going to win any footraces for a few days.
Everyone waited tensely for Bomanz. No one expressed the common fear, that Case had been caught by Exile's soldiers.
Bomanz finally looked up. "I need the city map."