The Books of the South

by Glen Cook

  Narayan said, “There’s a group of four, five hundred headed out south, Mistress.”

  I checked. Hard to tell from so far away but they looked more like a labor battalion than armed men on the march. Curious. A similar group was forming north of the city.

  Sindhu appeared. “They got the word about yesterday. They’re bad rattled.”

  I lifted an eyebrow.

  “I got close enough to hear some talk. They’re making a move. Don’t know what it is.”

  Daring, Sindhu. “You didn’t hear where we could find Shadowspinner, did you?”

  “No.”

  I sent everybody off with instructions. Ram and I donned our armor. Ram said nothing the whole time. Usually he had some small talk, thoughtless but comforting.

  “You’re awfully quiet.”

  “Thinking. All what’s happened in just a couple months. Wondering.”

  “What?”

  “If the world really is so black it’s time for the Year of the Skulls.”

  “Oh, Ram.” He was not a fast thinker but an inexorable one, now suffering a crisis of faith brought on by events in the grove but sprouting from seeds that had fallen earlier. He cared again. Kina was losing her hold.

  And damn me, I let Croaker get past my defenses and turn me soft inside, too. I felt enough now that I could not just use and discard.

  Maybe that soft center was there all the time. Maybe I was like an oyster. Croaker always thought so. Before we hardly knew one another he wrote about me in ways that suggested he thought there was something special inside me.

  Those people down there took him. They destroyed his dreams and hamstrung mine. I did not give a damn about the Year of the Skulls or Kina. I wanted restitution.

  “Ram, stop.” I stepped close, placed a hand on his chest, looked him in the eye. “Don’t worry. Don’t tear your heart out. Believe me when I tell you I’ll try to make everything work out.”

  He did trust me, damn him. A big damn faithful dog look came into his eyes.

  43

  The Prahbrindrah Drah took Smoke’s advice. He reread the old books about the Black Company’s first visit. They told a tale of death and heartbreak but reread as he might he found nothing to indict the Company returned from the north. The more he studied the more he veered from the attitude Smoke wanted him to adopt.

  The Radisha joined him. “You’re going to wear those things out.”

  “No. I don’t have to read any more. Smoke is wrong.”

  “But…”

  “Never mind the woman. I’d bet my life—and I am—that she has no intention of becoming the Daughter of Night. It’s subtle. You have to read this stuff over and over before it sinks in, but there’re signs missing that would be there no matter how hard they tried to hide them. They were exactly what they pretended.”

  “Oh?” the Radisha asked. “Didn’t they mean to return to Khatovar?”

  “Without knowing what it is. Could have been interesting seeing what would have happened if they’d made it.”

  “We still might find out. If anyone can pull down the Shadowmasters that woman can.”

  “Maybe.” The prince smiled. “Peaceful as it’s been, I’m tempted to ride south myself. There’s no one left here to bother me.”

  “Don’t let it go to your head.”

  “What?”

  “People being scared of you. It won’t last. Better win their respect before their fear wears off.”

  “Just once I’d like to go off and do something because I want to do it, not because it will strengthen the office.”

  That sparked an exchange halfway between argument and discussion. Smoke arrived in its midst. He stepped into the room, stopped, stared stupidly.

  They stared back. The Radisha demanded, “Where the hell have you been?”

  The prince silenced her with a touch. “What’s happened, Smoke? You look awful.”

  * * *

  Smoke was stunned. His thoughts oozed too slowly. This was the last thing he expected, walking right into those two. He needed time to get hold of himself.

  He opened his mouth.

  Longshadow flashed behind his eyes. The terror and pain closed in. He could not tell them. He could do nothing but carry out his orders. And pray.

  “Where the hell have you been?” the Radisha demanded again. “Do you have any idea what’s happened while you’ve been off fooling around?”

  She was angry. Good. That would distract her some. “No.”

  She told him.

  He was dismayed. “She murdered them? All of them?” It was a chance to press his point with passion but he did not have the strength or will. He just wanted to lie down and sleep all night for the first time since … since …

  “All of them that counted for anything. Right now she could do anything she pleased with Taglios. If she was here.”

  “She isn’t?” Longshadow had not kept him posted. “Where is she?”

  “By now she may be in Dejagore.”

  Slowly, slowly, he milked the Radisha of news. A lot had happened. Perhaps Longshadow had told him none of this because he did not know himself. Which might place the situation beyond reclamation.

  Who broke up Shadowspinner’s attack on Dejagore?

  The prince never said a word. He just sat there looking sleepy. An awful sign. The prince was most dangerous when he seemed indifferent.

  He was not going to pull it off.

  He did not want to. But if he failed … The face of the Shadowmaster burned in his brain. Terror unmanned him. He gobbled, “We have to do something. We have to control her before she devours this whole nation.…” The Prahbrindrah had opened his eyes. There was no sympathy in them.

  “I took your advice, Smoke. I reread those old books six times. They’ve convinced me.”

  The wizard nearly collapsed with joy.

  “They’ve convinced me you’re full of shit. This Company has nothing to do with that. I’m on her side.”

  44

  I scattered the spell that baffled shadows, though it was not yet dark. It would be dark before we finished.

  The horsemen were in place. The Shadowlanders did not appear suspicious. They were up to whatever with those work parties. Both had vanished into the hills, taking a thousand men out of my way.

  What temper possessed Shadowspinner? Not a good one, surely. Having four thousand men nipped off an undermanned siege force had to stick in his craw.

  Blade had spread enough infantrymen around to cover the cavalry withdrawal. I told Ram, “It’s time.”

  He nodded. He did not have much to say now.

  I urged my stallion onto an outcrop from which we would be visible all over the plain. He followed. I hoped he would do nothing clumsy. Falling off your horse takes something away from high drama.

  I drew my sword. It blossomed fire.

  Trumpets sounded. The horsemen broke cover. The Shadar element were very nearly veterans now. Blade had them in shape. I was pleased by their performance.

  Chaos broke its chains down below.

  It seemed the Shadowlanders would never get together. I feared I would have another unexpected victory on my hands. It was full dark before I lowered my sword and the trumpets sounded recall. The Shadowlanders did not pursue my horsemen.

  Blade showed up quickly. “What now?”

  “The message has been delivered. Maybe we should back off.” A gangrenous glow formed inside the walled camp beside the city. “Before that gets here.” I cancelled the spells illuminating Ram and myself, dismounted, led the way out of there.

  I stumbled into Sindhu, who had come from Narayan with the question Blade had asked. I told him, “I want Narayan and your friends to join me. Evacuate the cavalry. The infantry should come out behind them. We’ll take tomorrow off.”

  I needed the rest. I felt drained all the time. All I wanted to do was lie down and sleep. I had been going on will power for so long I feared I would collapse at a critical moment.

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bsp; There had been no time to filter all the infantry down the slope. Once it had become apparent that was impossible I had sent the majority back to make camp. I longed to be there now. But the night was not yet done.

  The valley glowed as though a cancerous green moon was rising there. The green grew brighter. “Down!” I snapped, and hit the dirt.

  A ball of ugly light crashed into the eminence from which I had observed the fighting. Earth and vegetation melted. Smoke filled the air. Fires started but burned out quickly. My companions were awed.

  I was pleased. Shadowspinner had missed by two hundred yards. He did not know where I was. His bats were flying to my kill trap and his shadows were confused. Sometimes little tricks can be as useful as ones like Spinner’s fireball.

  “Let’s move out,” I said. “He’ll need time to ready another shot. Take advantage of it. Ram, let’s get out of the way and out of these costumes. They’re too damned cumbersome.”

  We did that. Horsemen moved past, talking softly, wearily, in good spirits. They had made a big mess out there. They were pleased with themselves.

  Narayan’s friends gathered, one now, one then. By the time the infantry started out, there were eighty of them. “Mainly men of my band,” he explained. “They came to Ghoja in answer to my summons. What do you plan now?”

  “Down.” Shadowspinner was pasting the hills with random sorceries, hurling his darts blind. From beside Narayan, with stones grinding into my belly and breasts, I murmured, “We’re going to infiltrate their camp and try for the Shadowmaster.”

  I could not see his face. Just as well, probably. The idea did not thrill him. “But…”

  “Never have a better chance. Longshadow knows everything that happens as soon as it happens. His resources haven’t been tapped. He sees Shadowspinner in bad trouble, he’ll do something.” Send the Howler, probably. “We’d better get what we can while we can get it.”

  He did not want to try. Damn him. If he refused, his Stranglers would, too.

  But he had sewn himself into a sack. I was his Daughter of Night. For his own sake he dared not argue. He grunted, whispered, “I don’t like it. If it has to be done, please don’t you go. The risk is too great.”

  “I have to. I’m the messiah, remember? It’s still that time when I have to win support by demonstration.”

  I did not want to go. I just wanted to lie down and sleep. But my role demanded I play it totally.

  He selected twenty-five men whose abilities he knew. The rest he dismissed. They joined the soldiers headed for camp. Lucky bastards.

  “Sindhu. Take four men and scout ahead. As carefully as you can. Don’t take anybody out without checking. Unless you have to.” He chose the men to accompany Sindhu. We followed in a tighter crowd, with flankers out. Narayan knew his small-unit tactics.

  Shadows fluttered around us, still blind to our presence. But I did not trust their blindness. Had I been Shadowspinner I would have had them pretend.

  Chaos still reigned. Spinner kept pounding the hills. Maybe his shadows did not know where we were, only that we had not all departed.

  Sindhu drifted back from the point. “Ground’s wet ahead.”

  That made no sense. It had been dry before sundown. It had not rained. “Water?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Strange.” But no way to see what it meant before morning. “Be careful.” He went forward again. We resumed moving. Soon I was in water an inch deep. The earth beneath was not waterlogged.

  The reason for part of the confusion became apparent. The Shadowlanders were trying to stay away from the hills. When they got too close to the city archers sniped at them. But the disorder was sorting itself out.

  Sindhu had to eliminate several sentries.

  Shadowspinner stopped hammering the hills. Narayan guessed, “His shadows were watching his sentries.”

  Not so. Their confusion was caused by my proximity. It would envelop the sentries. But maybe he sensed our approach some other way. I sent word to Sindhu to run for it the instant he thought we were walking into something.

  I was a hundred yards from the old walled camp. Sindhu was at its shattered gate. He thought the way was clear. We might actually get our shot at Shadowspinner.

  All hell broke loose.

  Half a hundred fireballs jumped straight up to push back the night. Their light betrayed a hundred men stealing toward the camp. Taglian men and big black men. Some were in hand-shaking distance of my Stranglers.

  I looked into the eyes of their commander, Mogaba the Nar, from thirty feet away. He had had the same idea as I’d had.

  45

  Longshadow glanced across a table where a bowl of mercury sat, reflecting the frightened, wavering face of his slave Smoke. The Howler floated over there. Between them they had just enough strength to communicate with the little wizard. The Howler was amused.

  The slave had nothing good to report. Senjak not only was not available, she had evaded his eye well enough to have moved south perhaps as far as Stormgard. Longshadow flung a hand out above the bowl and broke the pattern. Smoke faded, chaotic colors melting.

  Howler chuckled. “You should have seduced him. You’re too enamored of brute force. Took more time to do it the hard way. And now he’s a bent tool. And they don’t trust him.”

  “Don’t tell me how to…” This was not one of his powerless minions. This one was almost as strong as he. He would not endure attempts at intimidation. He had to be placated, lulled. Seduced.

  “Let’s check on our colleague at Stormgard.”

  They joined talents. Though Longshadow could reach that far without help, help did forge the connection more quickly.

  It was apparent Shadowspinner was preoccupied. He responded only sporadically. The magnitude and scope of his troubles became clear only slowly.

  “Damn it all!” Four thousand men lost. Chaos among the besiegers. Who knew how many more men lost tonight. Shadowspinner falling back on his last desperate device for keeping the city sealed.… “That’s Senjak herself this time. Has to be. And she’s recovered some of her skills.”

  “Or she’s found someone to provide them.”

  That was Howler, always finding extra explanations, confusing issues. Damn him. It would be a pleasure killing him. Maybe it would take a century to finish him.

  “Whatever. She’s there. We can end the threat she poses. Have you completed the new carpet?”

  “It’s ready.”

  “I’ll give you three capable men from my Guard. Bring her here. We will enjoy her for ages to come.” Would Howler accept that? He was not naive.

  It was a risk, sending him. He might run off with Senjak. The knowledge she possessed …

  Forewarned is forearmed. He would send his best three men.

  “Fail in this and there will be but one answer left. I shall have to loose one of the big ones off the Plain.”

  The Howler’s concentration broke momentarily. A terrible wail tore through his lips. Then the little bundle of rags chuckled. “Consider her caught. I have a score to settle myself.”

  Longshadow watched the ragbag drift out, taking its odor with it. Maybe its first torment would consist of soap and water.

  He sent for his best three Guards and briefed them, then tried contacting Shadowspinner again. Spinner did not respond. He was preoccupied. Or dead.

  He retreated to his crystal tower. Crows perched on its top peered down. It was time he did something about them. Permanently. After he sent shadows to Dejagore.

  46

  Mogaba was much more surprised to see me than I was to see him. An immense displeasure marred his features, a grand measure of his surprise. He was always in control of what he showed the world.

  The look persisted only a moment. He altered his course to join me. Before he reached me Ram was beside me, between him and me, and Abda had materialized to my left. Narayan was making certain no outsider caused me grief.

  Up ahead Sindhu cursed the light and orde
red men to move. It was hit fast or die.

  “Lady,” Mogaba said. “We thought you dead.” He was a big man without an ounce of waste on him, muscled like a fictional hero. He was blacker than Blade and a consummate commander, one of the Nar, descendants of the original Black Company. Croaker had enlisted him in Gea-Xle during our southward journey. The Nar constituted a separate warrior class there. With a thousand Nar I could have cleaned the Shadowmasters out as fast as the men could march.

  There were only fifteen or twenty left alive, I guessed. All loyal to Mogaba.

  “Did you? I’m tougher than you think.” His men piled into the camp with mine, trying to reach Shadowspinner before he reacted. I suspected Mogaba’s men had triggered the lights. In Spinner’s place I would have expected an attack from him before one from me.

  “Do you have the Lance?” he asked. The question took me from the blind side. I would have thought he’d want to talk about the siege or which of us had the stronger claim to the Captaincy.

  “What lance?”

  He smiled. Relieved. “The standard. Murgen lost it.”

  He was stretching the truth somehow. I turned the conversation to business. We would not have much time. The Shadowlanders were getting ready to interrupt. “How bad off are you? I have no veterans and few trained men. I can only harass them, not break you out.”

  “We aren’t in good shape. Their last assault nearly overcame us. Where did you get your power? Who are you riding with? Murgen saw Croaker die.”

  “The enemies of the Shadowmasters are my friends.” Better to be cryptic than to hand him free information.

  “Why don’t you put an end to the Shadowmasters?”

  I could not answer without lying. I lied. “My friend is no longer with me.”

  “Who was up there today?”

  “Anyone can wear armor.”

  He smiled tightly, showing a thin strip of sharp teeth. “The Captaincy, then. You don’t plan to let me get out of here. Do you?”

  We spoke the language of the Jewel Cities, both disinclined to let our companions in on our conversation.