Jack Of Shadows

by Roger Zelazny

  "I do not..."

  "Lop off the head! Let it be done with one, quick, clean blow-as by a headsman's axe."

  "Never! He was a good Lord. He was kind to me and my comrades. I will not defile his body."

  "He was not a good Lord. He was cruel, sadistic."

  "Only to his enemies-and they had always earned it."

  "Well, now you see a new Lord in his place. The means whereby you may swear allegiance to him is to bring him the head of your old Lord."

  "I will not do this thing."

  "I say that to do it willingly is the only means whereby you may keep your life within your body."

  "I will not."

  "You have said it. Now it is too late to save yourself. Still, you will do as I have ordered."

  With this, a spirit not his own came into his body, and he found himself stooping, retrieving the blade. It burned his hands, but he raised it, held it and turned.

  Cursing, weeping, he moved to the body, stood above it and brought the blade singing down. The head rolled several feet and blood darkened the stones.

  "Now bring it to me."

  He picked it up by the hair, held it at arm's length and returned to where he had stood. The other accepted it from him and swung it casually at his side.

  "Thank you," he said. "Not a bad likeness at all." He hoisted it, studied it, swung it again. "No indeed. I wonder whatever became of my old one? No matter. I shall put this to good use."

  "Kill me now," said Smage.

  "I regret that I must save that chore for a bit later. For now, you may keep the remainder of your ex-Lord company here, by joining all but two others in sleep."

  He gestured and Smage fell snoring to the ground; the flames died as he fell.

  When the door opened, Evene did not turn to face it.

  After a prolonged silence, she heard his voice and shuddered.

  You must have known," he said, "that eventually I would come for you."

  She did not reply.

  "You must recall the promise I made," he said.

  She turned then, and he saw that she was weeping.

  "So you've come to steal me?" she said.

  "No," he said. "I came to make you the Lady of Shadow Guard-my Lady."

  "To steal me," she repeated. "There is no other way you may have me now, and it is your favorite way of obtaining what you desire. You cannot steal love, though, Jack."

  "That I can do without," he said.

  "What now? To Shadow Guard?"

  "Why, Shadow Guard is here. This place is Shadow Guard, nor am I ever out of it."

  "I knew it," she said, very softly. "...And you mean to reign here, in his place, who is my Lord. What have you done with him?" she whispered.

  "What did he do with me? What did I promise him?" he said.

  "...And the others?"

  "All are sleeping, save for one who may provide you some amusement. Let us step to the window."

  Stiffly, she moved.

  He swept the hanging aside and pointed. Inclining her head, she followed his gesture.

  Below, on a level place which she knew had never before existed, Quazer moved. The gray, bisexual giant moved through the elaborate paces of the Helldance. He fell several times, rose to his feet, continued.

  "What is he doing?" she asked.

  "He is repeating the feat which won him the Hellflame. He will continue to reenact his triumph until his heart or some great vessel bursts within him and he dies."

  "How awful! Stop him!"

  "No. It is no more awful than what he had done to me. You accused me of not keeping my promises. Well, I promised him my vengeance, and you can see that I did not fail to deliver it."

  "What power is it that you have?" she asked. "You could never do things like that when I- when I knew you."

  "I hold The Key That Was Lost," he said, "Kolwynia."

  "How did you come by it?"

  "It does not matter. What does matter is that I can make the mountains walk and the ground burst open; I can call down bolts of lightning and summon spirits to aid me. I can destroy a Lord in his place of power. I have become the mightiest thing in the dark hemisphere."

  "Yes," she said. "You have named yourself; you have become a thing."

  He turned to watch Quazer fall again, then let the hanging drop.

  She turned away.

  "If you will grant mercy to all who remain here," she finally said, "I will do whatever you say."

  With his free hand, he reached out as if to touch her. He paused when he heard the scream from beyond the window. Smiling, he let his hand fall. The taste is too sweet, he decided.

  "Mercy, I have learned, is a thing that is withheld from one whenever he most needs it," he said. "Yet when he is in a position to grant it himself, those who withheld it previously cry out for it."

  "I am certain," she said, "that no one in this place has asked mercy for himself."

  She turned back to him and searched his face.

  "No," she said. "No mercy there. Once there was something slightly gallant about you. It is gone now."

  "What do you think I am going to do with the Key, after I have repaid my enemies?" he asked.

  "I do not know."

  "I am going to unite the darkside, making it into a single kingdom-"

  "Ruled by yourself, of course."

  "Of course, for there is no one else who could do it. Then I am going to establish an era of law and peace."

  "Your laws. Your peace."

  "You still do not understand. I have thought of this for a long while, and while it is true that at first I sought the Key only for purposes of revenge, I have come to alter my thinking. I will use it to end the bickering of the Lords and promote the welfare of the state that will ensue."

  "Then start here. Promote some welfare in High Dudgeon-or Shadow Guard, if you care to call it that."

  "It is true that I have already repaid much that was done to me," he mused. "Still-"

  "Begin with mercy and your name may one day be venerated," she said. "Withhold it and you will surely be cursed."

  "Perhaps..." he began, taking a step backward.

  Her eyes covered his entire form as he did so.

  "What is it that you clutch beneath your cloak? You must have brought it to show me."

  "It is nothing," he said. "I have changed my mind and there are things I must do. I will return to you later."

  But she moved forward quickly and tore at his cloak as he turned.

  Then the screams began, and he dropped the head to seize her wrists. In her right Hand there was a dagger.

  "Beast!" she cried, biting his cheek.

  He raised his will, uttered a single word, and the dagger became a dark flower which he forced toward her face. She spat and cursed and kicked him, but after a few moments her movements weakened and her eyelids began to droop. When she grew sufficiently drowsy, he carried her to her bed and placed her upon it. She continued to resist him, but the strength had gone out of her efforts.

  "It is said that power can destroy all that is good in a man," she gasped. "But you need have no fear. Even without power, you would be what you are: Jack of Evil."

  "So be it," he said. "Yet all that I have described to you will come to pass, and you will be with me to witness it."

  "No. I will have taken my life long before."

  "I will bend your will, and you will love me."

  "You will never touch me, body or will."

  "You will sleep now," he said, "and when you awaken we will be coupled. You will struggle briefly and you will yield to me-first your body, then your will. You will lie passive for a time, then I will come to you again and yet again. After that, it will be you who will come to me. Now you will sleep while I sacrifice Smage upon his Lord's altar and cleanse this place of all things which displease me. Dream well. A new life awaits you."

  And he departed, and these things were done as he had said.

  10

  AFTER SOLVING ALL b
oundary problems involving Drekkheim by conquering that kingdom, adding it to his own, and sending the Baron to the Dung Pits, Jack turned his attention to the Fortress Holding, home of the Colonel Who Never Died. It was not long before the place betrayed its name, and Jack entered there.

  He sat in the library with the Colonel and they sipped a light wine and reminisced for a long while.

  Finally, Jack touched on the delicate subject of Evene's union with the suitor who obtained the Hellflame.

  The Colonel, whose sallow cheeks bore matching crescent scars and whose hair funneled up from the bridge of his nose like a red tornado, nodded above his goblet. He dropped his pale eyes.

  "Well, that was-the understanding," he said softly.

  "It was not my understanding," said Jack. "I took it as a task you had set me to, not an offer open to all comers."

  "You must admit that you did fail. So when another suitor appeared with the bride-price, I'd set-"

  "You could have waited for my return. I would have stolen it and brought it to you."

  "Return takes a goodly while. I did not want my daughter to become an old maid."

  Jack shook his head.

  "I confess that I am quite pleased with the way things have turned out," the Colonel continued. "You are a powerful Lord now, and you have my daughter. I would imagine she is happy. I have the Hellflame, and this pleases me. We all have what we wanted-"

  "No," said Jack. "I might suggest that you never desired me for a son-in-law and that you obtained an understanding with the late Lord of High Dudgeon as to how the situation might best be settled."

  "I-"

  Jack raised his hand.

  "I say only that I might suggest this. Of course, I do not. I do not really know what did or did not pass between you-other than Evene and the Hellflame-nor do I care. I know only what occurred. Considering this, and considering also the fact that you are now a relative, I shall allow you to take your own life, rather than lose it at the hands of another."

  The Colonel sighed and smiled, raising his eyes once more.

  "Thank you," he said. "That is very good of you. I was concerned that you might not give me this."

  They sipped their wine.

  "I shall have to change my appellation," said the Colonel.

  "Not yet," said Jack.

  "True, but have you any suggestions?"

  "No. I shall meditate upon the question during your absence, however."

  "Thank you," said the Colonel. "You know, I've never done anything like this before ... Would you care to recommend any specific method?"

  Jack was silent for a moment. "Poison is very good," he said. "But the effects vary so from individual to individual that it can sometimes prove painful. I'd say that your purposes would best be served by sitting in a warm bath and cutting your wrists under water. This hardly hurts at all. It is pretty much like going to sleep."

  "I believe I'll do it that way then."

  "In that case," said Jack, "let me give you a few pointers."

  He reached forward, took the other's wrist and turned it, exposing the underside. He drew his dagger.

  "Now then," he began, slipping back into a tutorial mode of speech he had all but forgotten, "do not make the same mistakes as most amateurs at this business." Using the blade as a pointer, he said, "Do not cut crosswise, so. Subsequent clotting might be sufficient to cause a reawakening, and the necessity to repeat the process. This could even occur several times. This would doubtless produce some trauma, as well as an aesthetic dissatisfaction. You must cut lengthwise along the blue line, here," he said, tracing. "Should the artery prove too slippery, you must lift it out with the point of your instrument and twist the blade quickly. Do not just pull upward. This is unpleasant. Remember that. The twist is the important part if you fail to get it with the lengthwise slash. Any questions?"

  "I think not."

  "Then repeat it back to me."

  "Lend me your dagger."

  "Here."

  Jack listened, nodding, and made only minor corrections.

  "Very good. I believe you've got it," he said, accepting the return of his blade and resheathing it.

  "Would you care for another glass of wine?"

  "Yes. You keep a fine cellar."

  "Thank you."

  High above the dark world, beneath the dark orb, mounted upon the lazy dragon to whom he had fed Benoni and Elite, Jack laughed into the winds and the fickle sylphs laughed with him, for he was their master now.

  As time wore on, Jack continued to resolve boundary disputes to his satisfaction; and these grew fewer in number. He began, idly at first and then with growing enthusiasm, to employ the skills he had acquired dayside in the compilation of a massive volume called An Assessment of Darkside Culture. As his will now extended over much of the night, he began summoning to his court those citizens whose memories or special skills provided historical, technical or artistic information for his work. He was more than half-resolved to see it published dayside when completed. Now that he had established smuggling routes and acquired agents in major day-side cities, he knew that this could be accomplished.

  He sat in High Dudgeon, now Shadow Guard, a great, sprawling place of high, torch-lit halls, underground labyrinths and many towers. There were things of great beauty there, and things of incalculable worth. Shadows danced in its corridors, and the facets of countless gems gleamed brighter than the sun of the one-half world. He sat in his library in Shadow Guard with its former Lord's skull an ashtray on his desk, and he labored with his project.

  He lit a cigarette (one of the reasons he had established a clandestine commerce), having found the dayside custom a pleasant thing, as well as a difficult habit to break. He was watching its smoke mingle with that of a candle and climb toward the ceiling, when Stab-a man-bat-man reconversion, who had become his personal servant- entered and halted at the prescribed distance.

  "Lord?" he said.

  "Yes?"

  "There is an old crone at the gates who has asked to speak with you."

  "I haven't sent for any old crones. Tell her to go away."

  "She said that you had invited her."

  He glanced at the small, black man, whose lengthy limbs and antenna-like plumes of white hair above an abnormally long face gave him a multi-tactic, insect-like appearance; he respected him, for he had once been an accomplished thief who had attempted to rob the former Lord of this place.

  "Invitation? I recall no such thing. What was your impression of her?"

  "She had the stink of the west upon her, sir."

  "Strange..."

  "...And she requested that I tell you it's Rosie."

  "Rosalie!" said Jack, lowering his feet from his desk and sitting upright. "Bring her to me, Stab!"

  "Yes, sir," said Stab, backing away, as always, from any sudden display of emotions on his Lord's part.

  Jack flicked an ash into the skull and regarded it.

  "I wonder if you're coming around yet?" he mused. "I've a feeling you may be."

  He scribbled a note, reminding himself to inflict several companies of men with severe head colds and set them to patrolling the Dung Pits.

  He had emptied the skull and was straightening the papers on his desk when Stab escorted her into the room. Rising, he glanced at Stab. who departed quickly.

  "Rosalie!" he said, moving toward her. "It is so good..."

  She did not return his smile, but accepted the seat he offered, nodding.

  Gods! She does look like a broken mop, he decided again, remembering. Still... It's Rosalie.

  "So you have finally come to Shadow Guard," he said. "For that bread you gave me long ago, you shall always be well fed. For the advice you gave me, you will always be honored. You shall have servants to bathe you and dress you and wait upon you. If you wish to pursue the Art, I will instruct you in higher magics. Whatever you wish, you need but ask for it. We shall have a feast for you-as soon as it can be prepared! Welcome to Shadow Guard!"
r />   "I did not really come to stay, Jack, just to look at you again-in your new gray garments and fine black cloak. And what shiny boots! You never used to keep them that way."

  He smiled.

  "I don't do as much walking as I once did."

  "...Or skulking about either. No need for that now," she said. "So you've got yourself a kingdom, Jack-the largest I know of. Are you happy with it?"

  "Quite happy."

  "So you went to the machine that thinks like a man, only faster. The one I warned you about. Isn't that so?"

  "Yes."

  "...And it gave you The Key That Was Lost, Kolwynia."

  He turned away, groped for a cigarette, lit it and inhaled. He looked at her then and nodded.

  "But it is a thing I do not discuss," he said.

  "Of course, of course," she said, nodding. "With it, though, you obtained power to match ambitions you once did not even know you possessed."

  "I would say that you are correct."

  "Tell me of the woman."

  "What woman?"

  "I passed a woman in the hall, a lovely thing, dressed all in green to match her eyes. I said hello and her mouth smiled at me, but her spirit walked behind her weeping. What have you done to her, Jack?"

  "I did what was necessary."

  "You stole something from her-1 know not what-as you have stolen from everyone you have known. Is there anyone you count as friend, Jack? Anyone from whom you have taken nothing but given something?"

  "Yes," he replied. "He sits atop Mount Panicus, half of stone and half I know not what. Many times have I visited him and tried with all my powers to free him. Yet even the Key has proven insufficient."

  "Morningstar..." she said. "Yes, it is fitting that your one friend should be the accursed of the gods."

  "Rosie, why do you chastise me? I am offering to make up in any way that I can for what you have suffered on my account or any other."

  "That woman I saw... Would you restore her to whatever she was before you stole from her-if that was what I most desired of you?"

  "Perhaps," said Jack, "but I doubt you would ask it. Were I to do so, I feel that she would be hopelessly mad."

  "Why?"

  "Because of things she has seen and felt."