Bitter Gold Hearts gf-2

by Glen Cook

  "Yeah. She was guilty of a lot. But not the killings. I don't think."

  Friend Skredli flopped in the back of the carriage. A scream came from the farmhouse. "Gameleon," Morley said. "I figured she'd start with him."

  "She'll stay with him for a long time. Amber. Do you see the position we're in?"

  She didn't want to.

  "Your mother plans to kill those people, then kill us so we can't accuse her," I reiterated. "Right?"

  Weakly, "Yes. I think so."

  "What options does that leave us?"

  She shrugged.

  I let her stew it awhile. "You think she thinks we're dumb enough not to see that?"

  Nobody thought that. Skredli thumped around again. Nobody paid any attention.

  "Does she think we'll go back to town and try to insure ourselves? Or does she figure we'll do something about it now?"

  "How well does she know us?" Morley asked.

  "I don't know. She told me she checked me out when she hired me."

  "She expects us to move now, Garrett."

  Saucerhead said, "She'll never be more vulnerable."

  Amber snapped, "Wait a damned minute!"

  "Sweetheart, you said yourself—"

  "I know. But you can't—"

  "You think we should let her hunt us down instead?"

  "You could get out of TunFaire. You could—"

  "So could she. But she won't. And neither will we. TunFaire is home. Crask. Sadler. What do you think?"

  They huddled and muttered for half a minute. Crask elected himself spokesman. "You're right. We're in it with you for whatever you have to do. If it looks practical."

  Gameleon had stopped yelling. He'd probably passed out. After a pause, the Baronet took up the song. I moved downhill a little, to where I could see the farmhouse. "I wish I knew more about her skills. Can she tell we're up here? Does she know exactly where we are?" I looked at Amber.

  "Don't expect me to help you, Garrett. Even if she does plan murder."

  I surveyed the others. They were waiting on me. "I have a suggestion. You take the carriage and go home. Or to my house, if you want. Then you won't be involved. You won't know anything."

  "I'll know who came home."

  "But that's all you'll know. Get along now. Saucerhead, drag the ogre out before she leaves. You can drive the damned thing, can't you, Amber?"

  "I'm not completely helpless, Garrett."

  "Scoot, then."

  She scooted.

  * * *

  The Baronet had stopped yelling. Donni Pell was tuning up. I said, "We've got to assume she knows we're here. It makes no sense to bet the other way."

  Crask asked, "So how you figure to get to her?"

  "Something will come to one of us."

  Morley gave me a hard look. It said he knew I had something in mind already. I did, but the seed hadn't yet sprouted.

  "It's going to be dark soon," Saucerhead predicted. "That what you're waiting for?"

  "Maybe. Let's have a chat with friend Skredli."

  We set him up against a tree. The others stood behind me, baffled, as I squatted. "Here we are again, Skredli. Me with an idea how you can get out of this with your butt still attached."

  He didn't believe there was any such idea. I wouldn't have in his place.

  "I'm going to give you a chance to bail me out of a jam. You do it, the worst off you can be is with a head start from here to the farmhouse. I hear you can pick them up and put them down when you want."

  A flicker of interest betrayed itself. "Untie him while I explain," I said. "He'll need to get loosened up."

  Saucerhead did the honors, not gently.

  "Here it is, Skredli. You go down in the field and get your buddies loose. Then you hit the Stormwarden. Take her out. Then give a holler and light out. I have business in that house so I won't be after you. No promises about Saucerhead, but you'll have your head start."

  He looked at me hard.

  "What do you say?" I asked stonily.

  "I don't like it."

  "How does it stack up against your current chances?"

  I never knew an ogre with a sense of humor. Skredli stunned me when he said, "You talked me into it, you smooth-talking son of a bitch."

  "Good. Get up. Work the kinks out." I took one of the witch's crystals from my pocket. This one didn't need to be stomped for activation. "This little treasure here," I said. "It's from the same source as the spell that had everybody puking awhile ago. And that had everybody spinning when we raided your place in Ogre Town. Just so you know it's the real thing, Skredli." I shoved it into his pocket, said the proper word. "If you try to take it out, or if you do anything that makes me want to repeat that word, it'll blow up. It'll tear you in half."

  "Hey! We made a goddamn deal!"

  "It stands. I'm just trying to make sure your side does. The spell isn't good for more than an hour, and the crystal won't activate if you're too far away for it to hear me yell. I figure the farmhouse is barely in yelling distance. You follow me?"

  "Yeah. You human bastards never let up, do you? Never give a guy a break."

  "That's the way you want to look at it, Skredli, that's all right with me. Long as you whack the witch."

  Skredli drained a long, put-upon sigh from his long-suffering body. "When?"

  "As soon as it's dark." Minutes away. I could distinguish the farmhouse only by looking to one side of it. Five minutes later I told Skredli, "Anytime you feel like getting started."

  "How about next New Year's?" He started down the slope.

  ______LV______

  Skredli apparently had an honest streak. If somebody had tried that stunt on me, I would have tested the trick somehow. Unless they were better talkers than I.

  "You guys gather around close," I said, after I'd given the breed fifteen minutes to get started. "I've got two tricks left. This one is the best." I took out a crystal bigger than the others the witch had given me. It gave off the minutest amount of soft orange light. I suspect it had stretched her limits to create it—if it did what she claimed it would.

  "When I break this, we'll be invisible to the second sight, or whatever you call it, for about ten minutes. We'll still be visible to regular eyes. Once I crack it, don't waste any time."

  "You fibbed to Skredli, you bad boy," Saucerhead said.

  "Sideways. Sort of. Maybe. If he runs after he makes his diversion, I won't chase him."

  "What about me?"

  "I warned him. You do what you want when we have the Stormwarden wrapped up."

  He grinned big enough to see in the dark.

  "Everybody got it?"

  They said they did. Morley asked, "What else have you got?"

  "What?"

  "You said you had a couple of things. I know you, Garrett. What are they?"

  "Just one more. A crystal from the same family I used before. This one causes violent muscle cramps."

  "Please yell or something this time, Garrett."

  "All right. Here goes."

  I broke the glowing crystal.

  * * *

  Skredli found half a dozen guys to back him and made his move when we were a hundred-fifty yards from the farmhouse. It wasn't a happy move for the most. The attack was over before we were two-thirds of the way to the house. Worms of blue light snapped and snarled around the place. Men yelled. A couple staggered away ablaze. But nothing reached us. I watched Skredli brush off a patch of fire and head for the woods beyond the house. Saucerhead saw him too. He growled but stuck. The Stormwarden stepped out the front door. We dropped down in the grass. There was enough light cast by burning men to show her grinning. She turned back into the darkened house.

  I flung my last crystal. I hit the dirt.

  Tinkle. And a long scream.

  I charged. The others damn near stomped on my heels. They knew as well as I that we had to get her wrapped up in the few seconds when the pain distracted her too much to protect herself.

  She was
fighting it when we arrived. I tried to clap a hand over her mouth. She ducked me. Morley let her have a fist in the temple that loosened her up, then Crask and Sadler pinned her to the floor. I got back around and clamped my hand over her mouth. "Get the damned light going, Saucerhead."

  The woman couldn't remain still. The spasms racking her were as violent as convulsions.

  A lamp came to life. But Morley had lighted it. Saucerhead was nowhere to be seen. Morley set the lamp down and brought a rag that I stuffed into the Stormwarden's mouth. In seconds he returned with rope. We bound her. Her spasms began to ease. "Where did you come up with rope all of a sudden?"

  "They didn't need it anymore."

  I looked. He was right. Gameleon and the Baronet had checked out. Donni Pell was alive but that was about all. Domina Dount was unbound but standing in a corner, her face a mask of horror, eyes wide but unseeing, skin as pale and cold as a human's can get. I don't think she knew we were there. "Not a very nice lady at all," I said. I sort of wished Amber could be there to see what had happened to her father.

  There wasn't a lot left of him or his half-brother. I understood why he'd been scared enough to murder Courter Slauce. Had he foreseen this, I could see him being scared enough to ice Amiranda.

  Even Sadler and Crask were impressed. And they weren't the types one impresses with human messes. The Stormwarden was recovering. Her eyes were open, hard, unfriendly. "What now?" Sadler asked. Our next move was obvious. There was only one way to save our butts: do unto others first. But that was a hell of a giant step, even after we'd started taking it. I've got no use for our masters from the Hill, and the others had none either, but we'd been conditioned to think them immune to our ire. A wish came true. A sound. I thought it was Saucerhead. But Sadler and Crask, nearer the door, whipped out blades and got set for trouble.

  Amber walked in. And right behind her was Saucerhead's witch.

  I gawked.

  Shaggoth stuck his head in the door while Morley muttered something elfish, sniffed disgustedly, and withdrew into the night.

  Morley finally managed, "What the hell was that?"

  "A troll."

  Amber didn't react physically this time. She looked at her father's remains. She looked at her mother. She looked at Gameleon and Donni Pell. She looked at her mother again. She looked at Willa Dount, then she looked at me. Her lips were tight and white. She shook her head, took Willa Dount into her arms and began making soothing sounds.

  "What now?" Sadler asked again.

  I looked at the witch. "Your stuff came in handy."

  "I guessed it might." She looked like she might lose her most recent meal.

  "What're you doing here?"

  "Shaggoth came upon this child on the road, in hysterics. He brought her to me. I wheedled some of her story out of her and guessed some more and thought you might be in trouble. We've been on the hill behind you for the past hour."

  "Ran into Amber just by chance, eh?"

  She smiled. "We like to keep track." She glanced around. "Your associate has asked twice what you want to do now."

  "It isn't a matter of what I want to do. It's what I have to do to stay healthy. I was planning to dump them down the well and fill it. By the time anyone digs them up they won't be identifiable."

  "You tend to think as grimly as those you oppose today, Garrett. You're the knight in the knighted land, remember? A rage for justice? That's what you brought with you when you visited me. Not kill or be killed."

  "Show me the way. My head's locked in. It's gotten too bloody and too brutal."

  "Amber. Come here."

  Amber left Willa Dount, who had begun to show some color. "Yes?"

  "Explain to Garrett what we discussed while we waited on the hillside."

  "Discussed? You told me... Garrett, all we have to do now is get some people from the High Council to come and see what's happened. Nobody else has to get killed. We can just sit tight and keep things the way they are. Answer questions honestly. My mother has overstepped her rights. They'll take appropriate steps. Including making certain Mother never hurts anybody again. You and your friends included."

  I thought about it. I thought about it some more. Maybe they were too damned idealistic. But if the right bunch came out, some of the Stormwarden's enemies, we might come up smelling like roses. They could tie it in a knot and make a good show, get what they wanted, and come out looking like champions of justice themselves. "It's worth a think. Let's take a walk." I grabbed her hand and went outside.

  "What is it?" she asked.

  "The gold?"

  "It's gone. Isn't it? Anyway, if it turns out the way the witch said, it won't matter. I'll get everything that belonged to my mother and father and she won't be there to—"

  "The gold isn't gone. Not most of it. Willa Dount hid it somewhere. Skredli's bunch weren't after two hundred thousand. They asked for twenty thousand. Domina forged an extra cipher into all those letters."

  "Oh. I see. You want your half."

  "Not really. I never counted on getting it. I just want you to keep it in mind if you bring in a tribunal. They get a sniff of that, they could get itchy to grab."

  "It's all right with you? To do it this way?"

  "It's fine with me. It's you I'm asking about."

  "She said it would be."

  "The witch?"

  "Yes. She knows you better than I do, I guess."

  "Let's go inside." We went. I told Crask and Sadler, "You guys got any reason to hang around?"

  Crask was leaning against a wall, watching the witch. He said, "Yeah." He pointed. "Her." He meant Donni Pell. "Chodo wants her. When you're done with her. If she's still breathing."

  "What for?"

  "An ornament. Like the broads that hang around the pool. He thinks she'd be interesting, all he's heard."

  "I see." I liked an aspect of the idea. I examined my conscience. Better than killing her. Maybe. "It's all right with me. Take her now."

  The witch gave me an unreadable look. Then she stepped over and did something to Donni Pell. The girl began breathing easier. Saucerhead came strolling in. He saw the witch and looked sheepish immediately. I got the distinct impression the world would be plagued by an ogre breed named Skredli no more. Morley said nothing. In fact, he did one of the fanciest fades ever. I paid no attention while Crask and Sadler started out with Donni Pell on a crude stretcher. And when I looked, Morley was nowhere in sight.

  _____ LVI ______

  The investigators came in a body of eight. They were painfully thorough, yet there was never any doubt of their ruling. The final decision found Lord Gameleon, Baronet daPena, and the Stormwarden Raver Styx all guilty of murder. Amiranda's death they ascribed to person or persons unknown. On the Hill they don't hang each other. Raver Styx was sentenced to be stripped of her property and sorcerous powers and ejected from the Hill, to make her way alone in the world. Except she didn't exactly go alone. Willa Dount vanished, and the last I heard Raver Styx was trying to hunt her down. One hundred eighty thousand marks gold!

  I wonder if Raver Styx will have any luck. I never managed to locate Willa Dount or the gold, despite months of searching whenever I had free time. I did figure out that she had kept it with her all the time. She hadn't been late to the payoff meet because she'd stopped on the way, but, as Skredli had thought, she'd miscalculated the speed a heavily loaded wagon could make. The cut she'd forged for herself had been concealed under a false bottom. I found the very wagon and the man who had modified it for her. Whatever she did with the gold, she did it after the payoff.

  I did all right, though. I found ways to recover most of the rest, and Amber made sure I got ten percent. I've had no direct contact with Amber since we got back to TunFaire. She's been too busy muscling into her mother's place in the scheme of the Hill to visit me. I haven't dared go there. I looked like I'd spent six weeks in the wild islands when I got home. Dean took one look and rolled up his nose. He said, "I'll put some water on to heat, Mr. G
arrett,"

  I heard a woman say something in the kitchen. I was not up to coping with one of his nieces. "What have I told you about ..."

  Tinnie stepped into the hallway, an angry red-haired vision. "I'm going to give you one chance to explain, Garrett," she said, and went back into the kitchen.

  "What the hell is that?"

  "She saw you coming out of Lettie Faren's place with a woman the afternoon she got back to town." Dean looked smug.

  "And you, knowing who I was with and why, didn't bother to explain because you figured it would serve me right to get on her shit list. Eh?"

  He refused to look abashed. The rat. Tinnie took my word. More or less. After I explained everything six times and showed her that, yes, I'd even made money on this one. But it took some doing, and some of the money had to be spent in fancy eating places and whatnot, before she decided to forgive me for whatever it was she imagined I might have done.

  She finally relented when I started muttering about marrying one of Dean's nieces. She wanted to save me from a fate worse than death. A week had passed when Crask came to the door. I wasn't in a good mood. Dean and the Dead Man and Tinnie were all riding me for one reason or another. Saucerhead was avoiding me because of what he'd gone through during the investigation. Morley's boys wouldn't let me get anywhere near his place. Every time I left the house, Pokey Pigotta followed me. For no special reason, just because he wanted to hone his skills to the point where he could do it without me getting wise. I wasn't in a good mood.

  "Yeah?" I saved my nastiest tone. I'm not so stupid I'd lay that on one of Chodo Contague's head-breakers. The next one that came around might not be somebody I recognized—and he might play a few drum rolls on my skull with pieces of lead pipe.

  "Chodo wants to see you."

  Wonderful. I didn't want to see Chodo. Not unless I got into a pinch so bad it was time to collect my favor. "Social?"

  Crask smiled. "You could say that."

  I didn't like it. I hadn't seen Crask smile since he'd turned up in my life.