Lex Trent: Fighting With Fire

by Alex Bell

  He also spent several hours a day handling Jesse’s knives and pistols. The cowboy showed him how to spin both types of weapon in his hands and, after several hours of practicing, Lex soon picked this up. It looked very impressive whilst not actually doing anything. Lex certainly had no intention of throwing a knife at anyone. Scamming people was one thing but killing them was something else and Lex was no murderer.

  ‘No one gets hurt in my schemes. That takes real finesse, that does − scamming people without injuries.’

  ‘Just because no one’s bleedin’ don’t mean there ain’t no injuries,’ Jesse said mildly.

  ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Lex said, annoyed by the cowboy’s tone.

  ‘I robbed a bank once,’ Jesse said. ‘Me and a couple of the fellas. There was a bit of shootin’ but no one got hurt. Head banker lost his job, though. And him with a family to feed.’

  ‘Is that it?’ Lex asked incredulously. ‘Head banker lost his job? Cripes, you probably did the man a favour! Banking is almost as boring as lawyering! Is that why you fled the west?’

  ‘Well, yeah, partly. But I had a price on my head before that. Nah, the main reason I left was because my old gang sorta turned on me.’

  ‘What do you mean, they turned on you?’ Lex asked suspiciously. ‘What did you do to them?’

  ‘Double crossed ’em,’ Jesse replied. ‘Or tried to, anyway. They were gonna rob another bank, see? But I knew that one would go wrong. I could feel it in my gut. The cashier was this old chap. Twitchy little fella, he was—’

  ‘So you’re soft in the head when it comes to old people as well as kids!’ Lex sneered derisively.

  ‘Someone woulda got hurt,’ Jesse said firmly. ‘So I told the sheriff their plans. Only problem was that this sheriff was a damned simpleton. Botched the capture, he did. And set them off after me. Real mad they were, too. I figured the best thing was to leave town and lie low for a bit.’

  ‘Well, no one gets hurt in my schemes. Not only do I refuse to use violence but I actually go out of my way to avoid it. You can’t say fairer than that. That’s why I don’t intend to ever use knives or pistols in my role at Dry Gulch. I know how to handle them and how to spin the pistols and clean them and that’s all I need to know. Seems to me that my lessons are more or less complete already.’

  ‘You still gotta learn how to ride a horse,’ Jesse said.

  ‘Well, how hard can that be?’

  ‘And you ain’t learnt the lingo, yet.’

  ‘If you mean that pidgin English you persist in using, I think I’ve got the gist of it from listening to you prattle on all day.’

  Jesse crossed his arms over his chest. ‘All righty then,’ he said. ‘Show me.’

  ‘There ain’t nothin’ to it,’ Lex drawled in a perfect mimic of the accent, ‘’cept for draggin’ out them pesky vowel sounds and keepin’ all the words short and sweet, with a bit of suckin’ at your teeth now and then if there ain’t no tobacco to be spat.’ Switching back to his normal voice, he added, ‘Add in a few double negatives and other grievous grammatical breaches for good measure and you’re there.’

  ‘OK,’ Jesse admitted. ‘You gotta grip on the speakin’. But you’ll need a nickname. All cowboys gotta name. Y’know, like Quick-Draw McGraw or Popcorn-Face Billy or Rotten-Luck Willy or Snakebite Harry—’

  ‘What’s your nickname?’ Lex asked.

  ‘Me? Back where I come from people know me as Jailhouse Jesse.’

  ‘Get caught a lot, do you?’ Lex sneered. ‘Lucky me − I’m being taught all the tricks of the trade by an incompetent cowboy who can’t even keep himself out of prison.’ He sighed, cocked his head, thought a moment and then said, ‘My nickname will be Sid the Kid.’

  There was no time for any more planning beyond that because it was the day before the second round was due to begin and they were leaving the hotel. Lex knew that the second round was to take place on one of the Lost Islands but they had been given no more information other than that. He packed up his stuff and got a carriage back to the harbour, whilst Jesse was transported back to the boat by her Ladyship in the usual manner.

  ‘I must admit I’m lookin’ forward to comin’ back from the dead,’ Jesse remarked when Lex joined him on the ship. ‘No offence, partner, but having to spend all day talkin’ to no one but you is startin’ to make me feel a bit barmy.’

  ‘How do you imagine I feel?’ Lex replied.

  The plan was for Lady Luck to spread the word as soon as Lex arrived at the ship that he had ‘discovered’ Jesse there alive. She would inform the other Gods, who would inform their players, and a special announcement would be made to the stadium audiences before the start of the next round.

  Unfortunately, the plan went slightly wrong.

  As soon as they got back on to the ship, Lex and Jesse went upstairs to see the griffins, who were sunning themselves up on deck. They caught all their own food themselves, so Lex had no need to provide for them but he had missed them nonetheless and they had evidently missed him for, as soon as he appeared on deck, all three of them padded over, leaning their great weight against him affectionately.

  ‘I swear they get bigger by the week,’ Lex said, stroking their glossy feathers.

  Jesse remained in the doorway. Although it seemed unlikely that anyone would be able to see him from the harbour, they were moored right next to Jeremiah’s boat and they didn’t want to take any chances.

  But it didn’t make any difference. There was a ladder that stretched up the entire height of the ship. It was what Lex had had to use to embark and disembark throughout the course of the last Game before he’d had the gangplank put in. Now he didn’t use the ladder and it had never really occurred to him that anyone else might. But he had been petting the griffins and talking to Jesse about them for about ten minutes when a figure suddenly vaulted over the side of the ship and on to the deck − a figure dressed in royal blue with shiny golden buttons on his jacket . . .

  It was Jeremiah.

  For a moment, the three of them just stared at each other. The expression on Jeremiah’s face went from shocked to relieved to furious. He opened his mouth to speak but Lex got there first. ‘Look at this. Turns out Jesse isn’t dead after all. Good, eh?’

  He wasn’t even bothering to try to be convincing. Jeremiah would never go for it. And it was rather fun watching the nobleman’s face as he realised he’d been had.

  ‘You monster!’ he said. ‘He was never dead at all! Do you know what my sister has been through this week?’

  ‘The octopus paralysed him,’ Lex replied, ‘rather than killing him. How was I to know? We genuinely believed he was dead for, oh, the first five minutes. But now I have returned to the ship and found him to be alive. Lady Luck is out spreading the good news as we speak.’ Then a thought occurred to Lex; he frowned and said, ‘What are you doing here, anyway?’

  ‘I was suspicious!’ Jeremiah snapped. ‘Tess told me about going to your room to give you the Dragon. She mentioned the cowboy’s hat. That was the first thing that tipped me off. And the more I thought about it, the more unlikely it seemed that you would have publicly forgiven me as you did. You laid all that honourable gentleman stuff on too bloody thick, Trent! You’re no gentleman; you’re a cad!’

  ‘Yes, I am. That’s why I always win.’

  ‘You didn’t win the last round though, did you?’

  The reminder wiped the smile off Lex’s face. ‘I’ll win this one, and the one after that!’ he snapped. ‘I’ll win this Game and have everyone loving me by the end of it!’

  ‘I’m going to tell people what you’ve done! I’m going to tell them all about how you deliberately tricked everyone into thinking your companion was dead, just so that you could earn sympathy points! It’s a disgrace!’

  ‘Good luck,’ Lex replied, supremely unconcerned. ‘Like I just said, her Ladyship will have already informed the other Gods that Jesse is alive by now. If you go back and say you saw him on the ship, you�
�ll just be telling them what they already know. You might know the truth and I might know it, but if you try to say I was aware that Jesse’s been alive this whole time then it will be my word against yours and − trust me − I’m a much better liar than you are!’

  Jeremiah glared at him, grinding his jaw but saying nothing. Lex was right. Jeremiah was already walking on eggshells where public opinion of him was concerned, whereas everyone was practically overflowing with love towards Lex. If he tried to accuse Lex of lying now, then people probably wouldn’t believe him and all he would achieve would be to have everyone hating his guts again.

  Jeremiah took a deep breath and said, ‘I am going to thrash you in the second round like you have never been thrashed before.’

  Lex laughed, profoundly delighted by the challenge, and said, ‘I’d really love it if you’d try.’

  Jeremiah looked at Jesse and said, ‘Whatever foul scheme you’ve been party to this week − no doubt concocted by this hooligan -’ he pointed at Lex before turning back to the cowboy − ‘you did save my sister from harm at personal risk to yourself and I am grateful to you. For what it’s worth, I really am glad you’re not dead. Now,’ he turned back to Lex, ‘give me the Dragon and I’ll be on my way.’

  ‘Dragon?’ Lex said blankly. ‘What Dragon?’

  ‘You know full well,’ Jeremiah said between gritted teeth. ‘One of the Wishing Dragons of Desareth, left to my sister by our grandfather.’

  ‘Oh, you mean this Dragon,’ Lex said, pulling the chain out from where it was tucked into his shirt. ‘You can whistle for it. I’ve decided to keep it.’

  Hardly able to believe what he was hearing, Jeremiah said furiously, ‘That Dragon was meant for − and belongs to − the grandchild of a noble Adventurer! Not the thieving grandchild of a mere Chronicler!’

  Lex could feel his face going red with genuine anger. ‘If I were you,’ he said quietly, ‘I wouldn’t ever insult my grandfather in my hearing again. You’re nothing more than a passing amusement to me right now but if you make a true enemy out of me, I promise, you’ll regret it!’

  ‘If you won’t hand over the Dragon, I’ll get it back from you myself!’ Jeremiah said, drawing his impressive sword and starting forwards.

  Up until this point, the griffins had remained at Lex’s side, watching Jeremiah warily but not reacting to him. Drawing the sword had been his first mistake and walking forward in such a threatening manner was his second. Instantly, the griffins formed a line in front of Lex, rearing up on to their hind legs so that the sun gleamed off their razor-sharp claws, snapping their beaks and staring at Jeremiah with such a cold, vicious look in their eyes that it was not hard to believe they could rip him apart at any moment. He had no choice but to come to a dead stop in the middle of the deck.

  ‘I wouldn’t take one more step, if I were you,’ Lex said lazily. ‘You’re upsetting the griffins and they can be a bit . . . unpredictable when they’re upset. If you back away really slowly and go back over the side of the ship the way you came then they might not kill you.’

  Jeremiah looked at Lex and the three distinctly savage-looking griffins standing between them and knew he had no choice. So red with anger that he looked rather like a tomato, Jeremiah slowly backed away. When he got to the edge of the deck, he paused long enough only to look back at Lex and say quietly, ‘I’ll get you for this. And I will have my sister’s Dragon back, one way or another.’

  ‘Dream on,’ Lex replied. ‘And take my advice − think twice before spiking someone’s drink the next time. Not everyone is just some chump who’ll take it lying down.’

  With one last scowl, Jeremiah sheathed his sword and climbed over the edge of the ship. Lex walked over to the rails with the griffins and watched Jeremiah’s descent. When the nobleman was only a few rungs away from the bottom, Lex commanded the ship to rise so suddenly and so quickly that Jeremiah was shaken off the ladder altogether and fell into the cold, salty sea with a splash and a yell.

  ‘Now,’ Lex said, turning away from the side with a profoundly smug smile, ‘we are even.’

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  THE LIBRARY TREE

  The Lost Islands could not be found on any map. This was because they never stayed in any one place for very long. They moved around constantly. No one was quite sure how many Lost Islands there were, although the general consensus seemed to be that there were probably about seven or eight. The reason they were lost was that the Gods moved them periodically. The people all knew this because the Gods had told them so. The Lost Islands were full of forbidden things − things the Gods did not want people to have, but which they didn’t want cluttering up the place, down in the Lands Beneath. So they had stashed them all on the islands. They were extremely dangerous places and, if anyone ever went looking for one and − even worse − actually found one, the Gods had warned that the consequences would be dire indeed.

  It was thought that they must be something to do with knowledge, for it was Herman − the God of Knowledge, himself − who had proclaimed the existence of the Lost Islands over a hundred years ago. Lex was therefore unsurprised when Thaddeus announced that there was something called a library tree on one of the lost islands, since books and libraries certainly fitted in with Herman and knowledge.

  It was just past ten o’clock at night and the three players were assembled at the edge of a dark beach with the Gods who had brought them there. Lex had no idea where they were and thought, at first, that they were on one of the Lost Islands already. Then he saw the three rowing-boats on the sand and suspected that they weren’t quite there yet.

  ‘Somewhere on the library tree,’ Thaddeus said, ‘is a book that’s missing one of its pages. You will each be given a duplicate page. The first player to replace the missing page in the correct book, wins.’

  The players then each found a page being thrust into their hands by their respective God or Goddess.

  ‘Go!’ Thaddeus said.

  And, with that, the three deities disappeared, leaving the players on the beach.

  Jeremiah and Lorella were still clutching their pages uselessly whilst Lex was running towards the rowing-boats. He didn’t know where they were, exactly, or where the Lost Island was in relation to them, but he knew the rowing-boats had to be there for a reason. Without even looking at it, Lex thrust the page into his pocket, grabbed the side of the boat and started hauling it down the beach towards the water. A second later, Jesse was helping him and soon the little boat was bobbing on the dark sea with them inside it.

  The moon came out from behind a cloud and suddenly Lex could glimpse land ahead. It wasn’t far away. Probably no more than a twenty-minute trip if they rowed fast. Clearly, the Gods did not intend the actual finding of the island to be the difficult part and so had started them off quite close to it.

  Lex and Jesse rowed as fast as they could. The other players were in their boats by now and Lex could hear the splash of oars behind him. Their boat would be moving the fastest, for it had both Jesse and Lex to row it. Lorella would have to row by herself, as her little sprite certainly wouldn’t be able to help, and the same was true for Jeremiah.

  Lex’s initial plan was to row the boat all the way around the island, rather than pulling up on to the beach. That way he could try to spot the library tree from the water. He didn’t know what a library tree was but he hoped there would be something about it that would make it stand out to him, otherwise he’d run the risk of going right past it. As it turned out, this fear was completely unfounded for, as they got nearer to the island, a huge, massive, monstrous dark shape began to form before them.

  From the water, Lex strained his eyes through the darkness, hardly able to believe what he thought he was seeing. But, as they approached, there was no denying it: the library tree was so gigantic that it covered the entire island. It was bigger than any building Lex had ever seen in the Lands Above. The roots − which were two or three feet thick in places − were clamped tight around the edge of the
island, clinging to it like poison ivy, and trailing down into the sea. There was no shore to speak of because it had been taken over so completely by roots. Lex had no idea how big the tree actually was but it must have been at least two hundred feet high.

  They had barely pulled up to the island before Lex was leaping over the side, soaking his feet up to the ankles but hardly noticing as he climbed the tree roots up to the land. As soon as his feet touched ground, the island lit up. Or, rather, the tree did. There were hundreds of little lanterns hung about its branches and they all came on as one. At the exact same moment, the silence was broken by a strange, soft warbling sound that seemed to be coming from all around them.