The Black Company 8 страница

" Built it there, dummy, " he said, then fussed at us, wanting it moved a half inch this way, then a half inch that.

" Let it be, " Soulcatcher said. " We don't have time for this. " His displeasure had a salutory effect. Neither Goblin nor One-Eye said another word.

We slid the stone onto the table. I stepped back, wiped sweat from my face, I was soaked. In the middle of winter. That rock radiated heat.

" The bags, " Soulcatcher said. That voice sounded like a woman I would not mind meeting.

I grabbed one, grunted. It was heavy. " Hey. This is money. "

One-Eye snickered. I heaved the sack into the pile under the table. A damned fortune there. I had never seen so much in one place, in fact.

" Cut the bags, " Soulcatcher ordered. " Hurry it up! "

Raven slashed the sacks. Treasure dribbled onto the cobblestones. We stared, lusting in our hearts.

Soulcatcher caught One-Eye's shoulder, took Goblin's arm. Both wizards seemed to shrink. They faced table and stone. Soulcatcher said, " Move the wagon. "

I still had not read the immortal message they had carved on the rock. I darted in for a look.

LET HE WHO WOULD CLAIM THIS WEALTH SEAT THE HEAD OF THE CREATURE

RAKER WITHIN THIS THRONE OF STONE

Ah. Aha. Plain-spoken. Straightforward. Simple. Just our style. Ha.

I stepped back, tried to guess the magnitude of Soul-catcher's investment. I spied gold amidst the hill of silver. One bag leaked uncut gems.

" The hair, " Soulcatcher demanded. One-Eye produced the strands. Soulcatcher thumbed them into the walls of the head-sized cavity. He stepped back, joined hands with One-Eye and Goblin.

They made magic.

Treasure, table, and stone began to shed a golden glow.

Our archfoe was a dead man. Half the world would try to collect this bounty. It was too big to resist. His own people would turn on him.

I saw one slim chance for him. He could steal the treasure himself. Tough job, though. No Rebel Prophet could out-magic one of the Taken.

They completed their spell-casting. " Somebody test it, " One-Eye said-There was a vicious crackle when Raven's daggertip pricked the plane of the tablelegs. He cursed, scowled at his weapon. Elmo thrust with his sword. Crackle! The tip of his blade glowed white.

" Excellent, " Soulcatcher said. " Take the wagon away. "

Elmo detailed a man. The rest of us fled to the room Goblin had rented.

At first we crowded the window, willing something to happen. That palled fast. Roses did not discover the doom we had set for Raker till sunrise.

Cautious entrepreneurs found a hundred ways to go after that money. Crowds came just to see. One enterprising band started tearing up the street to dig under. Police ran them off.

Soulcatcher took a seat beside the window and never

moved. Once he told me, " Have to modify the spells. I didn't anticipate this much ingenuity, "

Surprised at my own audacity, I asked, " What's the Lady like? " I had just finished one of my fantasy sketches.

He turned slowly, stared briefly. " Something that will bite steel. " His voice was female and catty. An odd answer. Then, " Have to keep them from using tools. "

So much for getting an eyewitness report. I should have known better. We mortals are mere objects to the Taken. Our curiosities are of supreme indifference. I retreated to my secret kingdom and its spectrum of imaginary Ladies.

Soulcatcher modified the ward sorceries that night. Next morning there were corpses in the square.

One-Eye wakened me the third night. " Got a customer. "

" Hunh? "

" A guy with a head. " He was pleased.

I stumbled to the window. Goblin and Raven were there already. We crowded one side. Nobody wanted to get too close to Soulcatcher.

A man stole across the square below. A head dangled from his left hand. He carried it by its hair. I said, " I wondered how long it would be before this started. "

" Silence, " Soulcatcher hissed. " He's out there. "

" Who? "

He was patient. Remarkably patient. Another of the Taken would have struck me down. " Raker. Don't give us away. "

I do not know how he knew. Maybe I would not want to find out. Those things scare me.

" A sneak visit was in the scenario, " Goblin whispered, squeaking. How can he squeak when he whispers? " Raker has to find out what he's up against. He can't do that from anywhere else. " The fat little man seemed proud.

The Captain calls human nature our sharpest blade. Curiosity and a will to survive drew Raker into our cauldron.

Maybe he would turn it on us. We have a lot of handles sticking out ourselves.

Weeks passed. Raker came again and again, apparently content to observe. Soulcatcher told us to let him be, no matter how easy a target he made of himself.

Our mentor might be considerate of us, but he has his cruel streak. It seemed he wanted to torment Raker with the uncertainty of his fate.

" This berg is going bounty-crazy, " Goblin squealed. He danced one of his jigs. " You ought to get out more, Croaker. They're turning Raker into an industry. " He beckoned me into the corner farthest from Soulcatcher, opened a wallet. " Look here, " he whispered.

He had a double fistful of coins. Some were gold. I observed, " You're going to be walking tilted to one side. "

He grinned. Goblin grinning is a sight to behold. " Made this selling tips on where to find Raker, " he whispered. With a glance toward Soulcatcher, " Bogus tips. " He put a hand on my shoulder. He had to stretch up to do it. " You can get rich out there. "

" I didn't know we were in this to get rich. "

He scowled, his round, pale face becoming all wrinkles. " What are you? Some kind of?... "

Soulcatcher turned. Goblin croaked, " Just an argument about a bet, sir. Just a bet. "

I laughed aloud. " Really convincing, Chubbo. Why not just hang yourself? "

He pouted, but not for long. Goblin is irrepressible. His humor breaks through in the most depressing situations. He whispered, " Shit, Croaker,, you should see what One-Eye is doing. Selling amulets. Guaranteed to tell if there's a Rebel close by. " A glance toward Soulcatcher. " They really work, too. Sort of. "

I shook my head. " At least he'll be able to pay his card debts. " That was One-Eye all over. He had had it rough at Meystrikt, where there was no room for his usual forays into (he black market.

" You guys axe supposed to be planting rumors. Keeping the pot boiling, not... . "

" Sshh! " He glanced at Soulcatcher again. " We are. Every dive in town. Hell, the rumor mill is berserk out there. Come on. I*II show you. "

" No. " Soulcatcher was talking more and more. I had hopes of inveigling a real conversation.

" Your loss. I know a bookmaker taking bets on when Raker will lose his head. You got inside dope, you know. "

" Scoot out of here before you lose yours. "

I went to the window. A minute later Goblin scampered across the square below. He passed our trap without glancing its way.

" Let them play their games, " Soulcatcher said.

" Sir? " My new approach. Brown-nosing.

" My ears are sharper than your friend realizes. "

I searched the face of that black morion, trying to capture some hint of the thoughts behind the metal.

" It's of no consequence. " He shifted slightly, stared past me. " The underground is paralyzed by dismay. "

" Sir? "

" The mortar in that house is rotting. It'll crumble soon. That would not have happened had we taken Raker immediately. They would have made a martyr of him. The loss would have saddened them, but they would have gone on, The Circle would have replaced Raker in time for the spring campaigns. "

I stared into the plaza. Why was Soulcatcher telling me this? And all in one voice. Was it the voice of the real Soulcatcher?

" Because you thought I was being cruel for cruelty's sake. "

I jumped. " How did you?... "

Soulcatcher made a sound which passed as laughter. " No. I didn't read your mind. I know how minds work. I am the Catcher of Souls, remember? "

Do the Taken get lonely? Do they yearn for simple companionship? Friendship?

" Sometimes. " This in one of the female voices. A seductive one.

I half-turned, then faced the square quickly, frightened.

Soulcatcher read that, too. He went back to Raker. " Simple elimination was never my plan. I want the hero of Forsberg to discredit himself. "

Soulcatcher knew our enemy better than we suspected. Raker was playing his game. Already he had made two spectacular, vain attempts on our trap. Those failures had ruined his stock with fellow-travelers. To hear tell, Roses seethed with pro-Empire sentiment.

" He'll make a fool of himself, then we'll squash him. Like a noxious beetle. "

" Don't underestimate him. " What audacity. Giving advice to one of the Taken. " The Limper... . "

" That I won't do. I'm not the Limper. He and Raker are two of a kind. In the old times... . The Dominator would have made him one of us. "

" What was he like? " Get him talking, Croaker. From the Dominator it is only one step to the Lady.

Soulcatcher's right hand rolled palm upward, opened, slowly made a claw. The gesture rattled me. I imagined that claw ripping at my soul. End of conversation.

Later on I told Elmo, " You know, that thing out there didn't have to be real. Anything would have done the job if the mob couldn't get to it. "

Soulcatcher said, " Wrong. Raker had to know it was real. "

Next morning we heard from the Captain. News, mostly.

A few Rebel partisans were surrendering their weapons in response to an amnesty offer. Some mainforcers who had come south with Raker were pulling out. The confusion had reached the Circle. Raker's failure in Roses worried them.

" Why's that? " I asked. " Nothing has really happened. "

Soulcatcher replied, " It's happening on the other side, In peoples' minds. " Was there a hint of smugness there? " Raker, and by extension the Circle, looks impotent. He should have yielded the Salient to another commander. "

" If I was a bigtime general, I probably wouldn't admit to a screwup either, " I said.

" Croaker, " Elmo gasped, amazed. I do not speak my mind, usually.

" It's true, Elmo. Can you picture any general-ours or theirs-asking somebody to take over for him? "

That black morion faced me. " Their faith is dying. An army without faith in itself is beaten more surely than an army defeated in battle, " When Soulcatcher gets on a subject nothing deflects him.

I had a funny feeling he might be the type to yield command to someone better able to exercise it.

" We tighten the screws now. All of you. Tell it in the taverns. Whisper it in the streets. Burn him. Drive him. Push him so hard he doesn't have time to think. I want him so desperate he tries something stupid. "

I thought Soulcatcher had the right idea. This fragment of the Lady's war would not be won on any battlefield. Spring was at hand, yet fighting had not yet begun. The eyes of the Salient were locked on the free city, awaiting the outcome of this duel between Raker and the Lady's champion.

Soulcatcher observed, " It's no longer necessary to kill Raker. His credibility is dead. Now we're destroying the confidence of his movement. " He resumed his vigil at the window.

Elmo said, " Captain says the Circle ordered Raker out. He wouldn't go. "

" He revolted against his own revolution? "

" He wants to beat this trap. "

Another facet of human nature working for our side. Overweening pride.

" Get some cards out. Goblin and One-Eye have been robbing widows and orphans again. Time to clean them out. "

Raker was on his own, hunted, haunted, a whipped dog running the alleys of the night. He could trust no one. I felt sorry for him. Almost.

He was a fool. Only a fool keeps betting against the odds. The odds against Raker were getting longer by the hour.

I jerked a thumb at the darkness near the window. " Sounds like a convening of the Brotherhood of Whispers. "

Raven glanced over my shoulder, said nothing. We were playing head to head Tonk, a dull time-killer of a game.

A dozen voices murmured over there. " I smell it. "

" You're wrong. "

" It's in from the south. "

" End it now. "

" Not yet. "

" It's time. "

" Needs a while longer. "

" Pushing our luck. The game could turn. "

" ‘Ware pride. "

" It's here. The stench of it runs before it like the breath of a jackal. "

" Wonder if he ever loses an argument with himself? "

Still Raven said nothing. In my more daring moods I have been trying to draw him out. Without luck. I was doing better with Soulcatcher.

Soulcatcher rose suddenly, an angry noise rising from deep inside him.

" What is it? " I asked. I was tired of Roses. I was disgusted with Roses. Roses bored and frightened me. It was worth a man's life to go into those streets alone.

One of those spook voices was right. We were approaching a point of diminishing returns. I was developing a grudging admiration for Raker myself. The man refused to surrender or run.

" What is it? " I asked again

" The Limper. He's in Roses. "

" Here? Why? " ,

" He smells a big kill. He wants to steal the credit. "

" You mean muscle in on our action? "

" That's his style. "

" Wouldn't the Lady? ... "

" This is Roses. She's a long way off. And she doesn't care who gets him. "

Politics among the Lady's viceroys. It is a strange world. I do not understand people outside the Company.

We lead a simple life. No thinking required. The Captain takes care of that. We just follow orders. For most of us the Black Company is a hiding place; a refuge from yesterday, a place to become a new man.

" What do we do? " I asked.

" I'll handle the Limper. " He began seeing to his apparel.

Goblin and One-Eye staggered in. They were so drunk they had to prop each other up. " Shit, " Goblin squeaked. " Snowing again. Goddamned snow. I thought winter was over. "

One-Eye burst into song. Something about the beauties of winter. I could not follow him. His speech was slurred and he had forgotten half the words.

Goblin fell into a chair, forgetting One-Eye. One-Eye collapsed at his feet. He vomited on Goblin's boots, tried to continue his song. Goblin muttered, " Where the hell is everybody? "

" Out carousing around. " I exchanged looks with Raven. " Do you believe this? Those two getting drunk together? "

" Where you going, old spook? " Goblin squeaked at Soulcatcher. Soulcatcher went out without answering. " Bastard. Hey. One-Eye, old buddy. That right? Old spook a bastard? "

One-Eye levered himself off the floor, looked around. I don't think he was seeing with the eye he had. " S'right. " He scowled at me. " Bassard. All bassard. " Something struck him funny. He giggled.

Goblin joined him. When Raven and I did not get the joke, he put on a very dignified face and said, " Not our kind in here, old buddy. Warmer out in the snow. " He helped One-Eye stand. They staggered out the door.

" Hope they don't do anything stupid. More stupid. Like show off. They'll kill themselves. "

" Tonk, " Raven said. He spread his cards. Those two might not have come in for all the response he showed.

Ten or fifty hands later one of the soldiers we had brought burst in. " You seen Elmo? " he demanded.

I glanced at him. Snow was melting in his hair. He was pale, scared. " No. What happened, Hagop? "

" Somebody stabbed Otto. I think it was Raker. I run him off. "

" Stabbed? He dead? " I started looking for my kit. Otto would need me more than he would need Elmo.

" No. He's cut bad. Lot of blood. "

" Why didn't you bring him? "

" Couldn't carry him. "

He was drunk too. The attack on his friend had sobered him some, but that would not last. " You sure it was Raker? " Was the old fool trying to hit back?

" Sure. Hey, Croaker. Come on. He's gonna die. "

‘Tm coming. I'm coming. "

" Wait. " Raven was pawing through his gear. " I'm going. " He balanced a pair of finely-honed knives, debating a choice. He shrugged, stuck both inside his belt. " Get yourself a cloak, Croaker. It's cold out there. "

While I found one he grilled Hagop about Otto's whereabouts, told him to stay put till Elmo showed. Then, " Let's go. Croaker. "

Down the stairs. Into the streets. Raven's walk is deceptive. He never seems hurried, but you have to hustle to stay up.

Snowing was not the half of it. Even where the streets were lighted you could not see twenty feet. It was. six inches deep already. Heavy, wet stuff. But the temperature was falling, and a wind was coming up. Another blizzard? Damn! Hadn't we had enough?

We found Otto a quarter block from where he was supposed to be. He had dragged himself under some steps. Raven went right to him. How he knew where to look I will never know. We carried Otto to the nearest light. He could not help himself. He was out.

I snorted. " Dead drunk. Only danger was freezing to death. " He had blood all over him but his wound was not bad. Needed some stitches, that is all. We lugged him back to the room. I stripped him and got sewing while he was in no shape to bitch.

Otto's sidekick was asleep. Raven kicked him till he woke up. " I want the truth, " Raven said. " How did it happen? "

Hagop told it, insisting, " It was Raker, man. It was Raker. "

I doubted that. So did Raven. But when I finished my needlepoint, Raven said, " Get your sword, Croaker. " He had the hunter look. I did not want to go out again, but even less did I want to argue with Raven when he was in that mood. I got my swordbelt.

The air was colder. The wind was stronger. The snow-flakes were smaller and more biting when they hit my cheek. I stalked along behind Raven, wondering what the hell we were doing.

He found the place where Otto was knifed. New snow had not yet obliterated the marks on the old. Raven squatted, stared. I wondered what he saw. There was not enough light to tell anything, so far as I could see.

" Maybe he wasn't lying, " he said at last. He stared into the darkness of the alley whence the attacker had come.

" How do you know? "

He did not tell me. " Come on. " He stalked into the alley.

I do not like alleys. I especially do not like them in cities like Roses, where they harbor every evil known to man, and probably a few still undiscovered. But Raven was going in. ... Raven wanted my help... . Raven was my brother in the Black Company... . But, damned, a hot fire and warm wine would have been nicer.

I do not think I spent more than three or four hours exploring the city. Raven had gone out less than I had. Yet he seemed to know where he was going. He led me up side streets and down alleys, across thoroughfares and over bridges. Roses is pierced by three rivers, and a web of canals connect them. The bridges are one of Roses' claims to fame.

Bridges did not intrigue me at the moment. I was preoccupied with keeping up and trying to stay warm. My feet were hunks of ice. Snow kept getting into my boots, and Raven was in no mood to stop every time that happened.

On and on. Miles and hours. I never saw so many slums and stews... .

" Stop! " Raven flung an arm across my path.

" What? "

" Quiet. " He listened. I listened. I did not hear a thing. I had not seen much during our headlong rush, either.

How could Raven be tracking Otto's assailant? I did not doubt that he was, I just could not figure it.

Truth told, nothing Raven did surprised me. Nothing had since the day I watched him strangle his wife.

" We're almost up with him. " He peered into the blowing snow. " Go straight ahead, the pace we've been going. You'll catch him in a couple blocks. "

" What? Where're you going? " I was carping at a fading shadow. " Damn you. " I took a deep breath, cursed again, drew my sword, and started forward. All I could think was, How am I going to explain if we've got the wrong man?

Then I saw him in the light from a tavern door. A tail, lean man shuffling dispiritedly, oblivious to his surroundings. Raker? How would I know? Elmo and Otto were the only ones who had been along on the farm raid... .

Came the dawn. Only they could identify Raker for the rest of us. Otto was wounded and Elmo had not been heard from... . Where was he? Under a blanket of snow in some alley, cold as this hideous night?

My fright retreated before anger.

I sheathed my sword and drew a dagger. I kept it hidden inside my cloak. The figure ahead did not glance back as I overtook it, drew even.

" Rough night, eh, old-timer? "

He grunted noncommittally. Then he looked at me, eyes narrowing, when I fell into step beside him. He eased away, watched me closely. There was no fear in his eyes. He was sure of himself. Not the sort of old man you found wandering the streets of the slums. They are scared of their own shadows.

" What do you want? " It was a calm, straightforward question.

He did not have to be frightened. I was scared enough for both of us. " You knifed a friend of mine, Raker. "

He halted. A glint of something strange showed in his eye. " The Black Company? "

I nodded.

He stared, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. " The physician. You're the physician. The one they call Croaker. "

" Glad to meet you. " I am sure my voice sounded stronger than I felt.

I thought, what the hell do I do now?

Raker flung his cloak open. A short stabbing sword thrust my way. I slid aside, opened my own cloak, dodged again and tried to draw my sword.

Raker froze. He caught my eye. His eyes seemed to grow larger, larger. ... I was falling into twin grey pools. ... A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He stepped toward me, blade rising... .

And grunted suddenly. A look of total amazement came over his face. I shook his spell, stepped back, came to guard.

Raker turned slowly, faced the darkness. Raven's knife protruded from his back. Raker reached back and withdrew it. A mewl of pain passed his lips. He glared at the knife, then, ever so slowly, began to sing.

" Move, Croaker! "

A spell! Fool! I had forgotten what Raker was. I charged,

Raven arrived at the same instant.

I looked at the body. " Now what? "

Raven knelt, produced another knife. It had a serrated edge. " Somebody claims Soulcatcher's bounty. "

" He'd have a fit. "

" You going to tell him? "

" No. But what will we do with it? " There had been times when the Black Company was prosperous, but never when it was rich. Accumulation of wealth is not our purpose.

" I can use some of it. Old debts. The rest... . Divide it up. Send it back to Beryl. Whatever. It's there. Why let the Taken keep it? "

I shrugged. " Up to you. I just hope Soulcatcher don't think we crossed him. "

" Only you and me know. I won't tell him. " He brushed the snow off the old man's face. Raker was cooling fast.

Raven used his knife.

I am a physician. I have removed limbs. I am a soldier. I have seen some bloody battlefields. Nevertheless, I was queasy. Decapitating a dead man did not seem right.

Raven secured our grisly trophy inside his cloak. It did not bother him. Once, on the way to our part of town, I asked, " Why did we go after him, anyway? "

He did not answer immediately. Then, " The Captain's last letter said to get it over with if I had the chance. "

As we neared the square, Raven said, " Go upstairs. See if the spook is there. If he's not, send the soberest man after our wagon. You come back here. "

" Right. " I sighed, hurried to our quarters. Anything for a little warmth.

The snow was a foot deep now. I was afraid my feet were permanently damaged.

" Where the hell have you been? " Elmo demanded when I stumbled through the doorway. " Where's Raven? "

I looked around. No Soulcatcher. Goblin and One-Eye were back, dead to the world. Otto and Hagop were snoring like giants. " How's Otto? "

" Doing all right. What've you been up to? "

I settled myself beside our fire, prized my boots off. My feet were blue and numb but not frozen. Soon they tingled painfully. My legs ached from all that walking through the snow, too. I told Elmo the whole story.

" You killed him? "

" Raven said the Captain wants done with the project. "

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