by Glen Cook
‘‘Really?’’
Truly. And the World will have an exclusive.
‘‘Damn! I have the knack! Sweetest heart. Ready to go do some writing?’’
Vaguely, I felt the Dead Man reach out to Singe.
Tinnie gave me the fish-eye again, entertaining the possibility that I was trying to run her off. She called my bluff. ‘‘I do need to stay away while the old folks work out what to do about Rose and Archer. I can do a few pages of transcription.’’
I didn’t slump.
Dean asked, ‘‘Shall I bring a tea service to your office, then?’’
Tinnie suggested, ‘‘Why don’t I take care of that? That’ll give him a chance to clear some of the mess away.’’
There would be clutter all over my little desk. She’d need room to work. ‘‘I’m going.’’ I little-old-manned it out the kitchen door. I used the wall for support, shuffling along the hallway.
Singe met me at the office doorway. She told me, ‘‘I found your painting in the theater. We brought it back when we brought you. I hung it up for you.’’
‘‘Thank you, Singe.’’ She would know all about the matter from the Dead Man. ‘‘I don’t know what I’d do without you.’’
I was still in my office doorway when Tinnie arrived with the tea. ‘‘What’s the matter with you, Malsquando?’’ Irked and concerned at the same time.
‘‘Winter is over at last.’’
‘‘Huh?’’
I stared at Eleanor.
The dragon had left me with an unimaginable gift.
It had duplicated Eleanor, too.
The magic was back. But all the fear and foreboding had left the painting. The shadow against the darkness in the background had been replaced by the hint of a ghost of the face of a phantom dragon. It had a mischievous twinkle in its eye, telling me it would be a dragon if that was what we needed it to be.
Tinnie couldn’t see the difference.
Eleanor wasn’t running from anymore. Eleanor was runningto. Finally.
‘‘Winter is over at last.’’
95
The World opened on time. Its first offering was that ingenious historical tragedy,Rausta, Queen of the Demenenes . People loved it. They survived the scandalous use of women actors.
Tinnie, Alyx, and their posse did surprisingly well. Heather Soames found her calling as a theater manager.
The Amazons wore too many clothes and didn’t jump around enough, though. And Winger never popped out of her breastplate.
I couldn’t shake the feeling of a presence watching over my shoulder.
After the opening show the cast, angels, day-saving heroes, and owners lurched across to Morley’s Velvet Curtain and got some exercise patting one another on the back.
About the Author
Glen Cook was born in 1944 in new york city. he has served in the united states navy, and lived in columbus, indiana; rocklin, california; and columbia, missouri, where he went to the state university. he attended the clarion writers workshop in 1970, where he met his wife, carol. ‘‘unlike most writers, i have not had strange jobs like chicken plucking and swamping out health bars. only full-time employer i’ve ever had is general motors.’’ he is now retired from gm. he’s ‘‘still a stamp collector and book collector, but mostly, these days, i hang around the house and write.’’ he has three sons—an army officer, an architect, and a music major.
In addition to the Garrett, P.I., series, he is also the author of the ever-popular Black Company series.
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