by Glen Cook
“The joke will be on him, Shed.” Krage dragged himself out of his chair, wincing. He grabbed his wound. “The joke will be on him.”
“Maybe next time he won’t let you get away, Krage.” Fear crossed Krage’s features. “Shed, it’s him or me. If I don’t kill him, my business will fall apart.” “Where will it be if he kills you?” Again that flicker of fear. “I don’t have any choice. Be ready when I need you, Shed. Soon now.”
Shed bobbed his head and retreated. He ought to get out of the Buskin, he thought. He could afford it. But where would he go? Krage could find him anywhere in Juniper. Running didn’t appeal, anyway. The Lily was home. He had to weather this. One or the other would die, and either way he would be off the hook.
He was in the middle now. He hated Krage. Krage had humiliated him for years, keeping him in debt, stealing food from his mouth with ridiculous interest rates. On the other hand, Raven could connect him with the black castle and crimes in the Enclosure.
The Custodians were on the hunt, looking for somebody spending a lot of old money. Little had been said publicly, but Bullock being on the case told Shed just how seriously they were taking the case up the hill. He’d nearly had a stroke when Bullock walked into the Lily.
What had become of the passage money? Shed hadn’t seen any of it. He supposed Raven still had it. He and Raven were partners now....
“What did Krage say?” Raven asked when Shed reached the Lily.
“Wants me to help kill you.”
“I thought so. Shed, it’s late in the season. It’s time to send Krage up the hill. Which way are you leaning, partner? Him or me?’’
“I.... Uh....”
“In the long run you’re better off getting rid of Krage. He’d find a way to get the Lily eventually.”
True, Shed reflected. “All right. What do we do?”
“Tomorrow, go tell him you think I’ve been selling bodies. That you think Asa was my partner. That you think I did Asa in. Asa was your friend and you’re upset. It’ll all be just near enough reality to confuse him.... What’s the matter?”
Always a trap. Raven was right. Krage would believe the story. But Shed had hoped for a less direct role. If Raven screwed up, Marron Shed would be found in a gutter with his throat cut.
“Nothing.”
“All right. Night after tomorrow night, I’ll go out. You run to tell Krage. I’ll let his men track me. Krage will want to be in at the kill. I’ll ambush him.”
“You did that before, didn’t you?”
“He’ll come anyway. He’s stupid.”
Shed swallowed. “That isn’t a plan that does much for my nerves.”
“Your nerves aren’t my problem, Shed. They’re yours. You lost them. Only you can find them again.”
Krage bought Shed’s story. He was ecstatic because Raven was such a villain. “If I didn’t want him myself, I’d yell for the Custodians. You did good, Shed. I should have suspected Asa. He never brought no news worth hearing.”
Shed whined, “Who would buy bodies, Krage?” Krage grinned. “Don’t worry your ugly head. Let me know next time he goes on one of his jaunts. We’ll rig up a little surprise.”
Next night Shed reported according to plan. And suffered all the disappointment he expected of life. Krage insisted he join the hunt.
“What good would I be, Krage? I’m not even armed. And he’s one tough nut. You won’t take him without a fight.”
“I don’t expect to. You’re coming along just in case.” “In case?”
“In case there’s a trap in this and I want to lay hands on you fast.”
Shed shuddered, whined, “I done right by you. Don’t I always do right by you?”
“You always do what a coward would. Which is why I don’t trust you. Anybody can scare you. And you had all that money. It occurs to me you might be in the racket with Raven.”
Shed went cold. Krage donned his coat. “Let’s go, Shed. Stay right beside me. You try to wander off, I’ll kill you.”
Shed started shaking. He was dead. All he had gone through to get Krage off his back.... It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. Nothing ever worked for him. He stumbled into the street, wondering what he could do and knowing there was no escape.
Tears froze on his cheeks.
No exit. If he fled, Krage would be warned. If he did not, Krage would kill him when Raven sprang his ambush. What was his mother going to do?
He had to do something. Had to find some guts, make a decision, act. He couldn’t surrender to fate and hope for luck. That meant the Catacombs or black castle before dawn.
He had lied to Krage. He had a butcher knife up his left sleeve. He had put it there out of sheer bravado. Krage hadn’t searched him. Old Shed armed? Ha! Not likely. He might get himself hurt.
Old Shed did go armed sometimes, but he never advertised the fact. The knife did wonders for his confidence.
He could tell himself he would use it, and he’d believe the lie long enough to get by, but in any tight spot he would let fate run its course.
His fate was sealed.... Unless he whipped it heads-up, no holds barred.
How?
Krage’s men were amused by his terror. There were six of them.... Then there were seven... and eight, as those tracking Raven reported in. Could he hope to beat those odds? Raven himself didn’t stand a chance.
You are a dead man, a tiny voice whispered, over and over. Dead man. Dead man.
“He’s working his way down Chandler’s,” a shadow reported. “Going into all the little alleyways.”
Krage asked Shed, “Think he’ll find anything this late in the winter? The weaklings have all died.”
Shed shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.” He rubbed his left arm against his side. The knife’s presence helped, but not much.
His terror peaked and began to recede. His mind cooled to an unemotional numbness. Fear in abeyance, he tried to find the unseen exit.
Again someone loomed out of the darkness, reported they were a hundred feet from Raven’s wagon. Raven had gone into an alley ten minutes ago. He hadn’t come out.
“He spot you?” Krage growled.
“I don’t think so. But you never know.”
Krage eyed Shed. “Shed, would he abandon his team and wagon?”
“How would I know?” Shed squeaked. “Maybe he found something.”
“Let’s take a look.” They moved to the alley, one of countless dead-end breezeways opening off Chandler’s Lane. Krage stared into the darkness, head canted slightly. “Quiet as the Catacombs. Check it out, Luke.”
“Boss?”
“Take it easy, Luke. Old Shed is going to be right behind you. Won’t you, Shed?”
“Krage....”
“Move out!”
Shed shambled forward. Luke advanced cautiously, wicked knife probing the darkness. Shed tried to talk to him. “Shut up!” he snarled. “Don’t you have a weapon?”
“No,” Shed lied. He glanced back. It was just the two of them. They reached the dead end. No Raven. “I’ll be damned,” Luke said. “How did he get out?”
“I don’t know. Let’s find out.” This might be his chance.
“Here we go,” Luke said. “He climbed this downspout.”
Shed’s guts knotted. His throat tightened. “Give it a try. Maybe we can follow him,”
“Yeah.” Luke started up.
Shed didn’t think about it. The butcher knife materialized in his hand. His hand slammed forward. Luke arched back, dropped. Shed jumped on him, jammed a palm against his mouth, held on for the minute it took him to die. He backed away, unable to believe he’d done it. “What’s going on back there?” Krage demanded. “Can’t find anything,” Shed yelled. He dragged Luke against a wall, buried him under trash and snow, ran to the down-spout.
Krage’s approach made a marvelous incentive. He grunted, strained, popped a muscle, reached the roof. It consisted of a skirt two feet wide set at a shallow angle, then twelve feet rising at fort
y-five degrees, above which the roof was flat. Shed leaned against the steep slate, panting, still unable to believe that he had killed a man. He heard voices below, began moving sideways.
Someone snarled, “They’re gone, Krage. No Raven. No Luke and no Shed, either.”
“That bastard. I knew he was setting me up.”
“Why did Luke go with him, then?”
“Hell, I don’t know. Don’t stand there. Look around They got out of here somehow.”
“Hey. Over here. Somebody went up this spout. Maybe they’re after Raven.”
“Climb the damned thing. Find out. Luke! Shed!”
“Over here,” a voice called. Shed froze. What the hell? Raven? Had to be Raven.
He inched along, trying to fake himself into believing there wasn’t thirty-five feet of nothing behind his heels. He reached a ridged corner where he could clamber up to the flat top.
“Over here. I think we got him cornered.”
“Get up there, you bastards!” Krage raged.
Lying motionless on the cold, icy tar, Shed watched two shadows appear on the skirt and begin easing toward the voice. A squeal of metal and vicious cursing proclaimed the fate of a third climber. “Twisted my ankle, Krage,” the man complained.
“Come on,” Krage growled. “We’ll find another way up.”
Run while you got the chance, Shed thought. Go home and hole up till it’s over. But he could not. He slid down to the skirt and crept after Krage’s men.
Someone cried out, scrabbled for a hold, plunged into the darkness between buildings. Krage shouted. Nobody answered.
Shed crossed to the roof next door. It was flat and forested with chimneys. “Raven?” he called softly. “It’s me. Shed.” He touched the knife in his sleeve, still unable to believe that he’d used it.
A shape materialized. Shed settled into a sitting position, arms around his knees. “What now?” he asked.
“What’re you doing here?”
“Krage dragged me along. I was supposed to be the first one dead if it was a trap.’’ He told Raven what he had done.
“Damn! You’ve got guts after all.”
“He backed me into a corner. What now?”
“The odds are getting better. Let me think about it.”
Krage shouted out in Chandler’s Lane. Raven yelled back, “Over here! We’re right behind him.” He told Shed: “I don’t know how long I can fool him. I was going to pick them off one at a time. I didn’t know he’d bring an army.”
“My nerves are shot,” Shed said. Heights were another of the thousand things that terrified him.
“Hang on. It’s a long way from over.” Raven yelled, “Cut him off, why don’t you?” He took off. “Come on,
Shed.”
Shed could not keep up. He wasn’t as nimble as Raven.
A shape loomed out of the darkness. He squeaked.
“That you, Shed?” It was one of Krage’s men. Shed’s heartbeat doubled.
“Yeah. You seen Raven?”
“No. Where’s Luke?”
“Damnit, he was headed right at you. How could you miss him? Look here.” Shed indicated disturbances in
Traces of snow.
“Look, man, I didn’t see him. Don’t come on at me like you was Krage. I’ll kick your ass up around your ears.”
“All right. All right. Calm down. I’m scared and I want to get it over. Luke fell off. Back there. Slipped on some ice or something. Be careful.”
“I heard. Sounded like Milt, though. I’d have sworn it was Milt. This is stupid. He can pick us off up here. We ought to back off and try something else.”
“Uhn-uh. I want him now. I don’t want him tracking me down tomorrow.” Shed was amazed. How easily the lies came! Silently, he cursed the man because he wouldn’t turn his back. “You got an extra knife or something?”
“You? Use a knife? Come on. Stick with me, Shed. I’ll look out for you.”
“Sure. Look, the trail goes that way. Let’s get it done.” The man turned to examine Raven’s tracks. Shed drew his knife and hit him hard. The man let out a yell, twisted. The knife broke. Shed almost pitched off the roof. His victim did. People shouted questions. Krage and his men all seemed to be on the rooftops now.
When Shed stopped shaking, he started moving again, trying to recall the layout of the neighborhood. He wanted to get down and head home. Raven could finish this insanity.
Shed ran into Krage on the next roof. “Krage!” he whined. “God! Let me out of here! He’ll kill us all!”
“I’ll kill you, Shed. It was a trap, wasn’t it?”
“Krage, no!” What could he do? He didn’t have the butcher knife now. Fake. Whine and fake. “Krage, you got to get out of here. He already got Luke and Milt and somebody else. He would’ve gotten me when he got Luke, except he fell down and I got away-only he caught up again when I was talking to one of your guys right over there. They got fighting, and one of them went off the edge; I don’t know which, but I bet it wasn’t Raven. We got to get down from here, on account of we can’t tell who we’re running into so we got to be careful. I could have had him this last time, only I didn’t have a weapon and we didn’t know it wasn’t one of our own guys coming. Raven don’t have that problem. Anybody he sees he knows is an enemy, so he don’t have to be so careful....”
“Shut up, Shed.”
Krage was buying it. Shed talked a little louder, hoping Raven would hear, come, and finish it.
There was a cry across the rooftops. “That’s Teskus,” Krage growled. “That’s four. Right?”
Shed bobbed his head. “That we know about. Maybe there’s only you and me now. Krage, we should get out of here before he finds us.”
“Might be something to what you say, Shed. Might be. We shouldn’t have come up here. Come on.”
Shed followed, keeping up the chatter. “It was Luke’s idea. He thought he’d make points with you. See, we saw him at the top of this drain-spout and he didn’t see us, so Luke said why don’t we go after him and get him, and old Krage will....”
“Shut up, Shed. For God’s sake, shut up. Your voice sickens me.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Krage. Only I can’t. I’m so scared....”
“If you don’t, I’ll shut you up permanent. You won’t have to worry about Raven.”
Shed stopped talking. He had pushed as far as he dared.
Krage halted a short time later. “We’ll set an ambush near his wagon. He’ll come back for it, won’t he?”
“I expect so, Mr. Krage. But what good will I be? I mean, I don’t have a weapon, and wouldn’t know how to use one if I did.”
“Shut up. You’re right. You’re not much good, Shed. But I think you’ll do fine as a distraction. You get his attention. Talk to him. I’ll hit him from behind.”
“Krage....”
“Shut up.” Krage rolled over the side of the building, clung to the parapet while getting a solid foothold. Shed leaned forward. Three storeys to the ground.
He kicked Krage’s fingers. Krage cursed, scrabbled for a fresh hold, missed, dropped, yelled, hit with a muted thump. Shed watched his vague shape twitch, become still.
“I did it again.” He started shaking. “Can’t stay here. His men might find me.” He swung over the parapet and monkeyed down the side of the building, more afraid of being caught than of falling.
Krage was still breathing. In fact, he was conscious but paralyzed. “You were right, Krage. It was a trap. You shouldn’t have pushed me. You made me hate you more than I was scared of you.” He looked around. It wasn’t as late as he had thought. The rooftop hunt hadn’t lasted long. Where was Raven, anyway?
Somebody had to clean up. He grabbed Krage, dragged him toward Raven’s wagon. Krage squealed. For a moment Shed was afraid someone would investigate. No one did. This was the Buskin.
Krage screamed when Shed hoisted him into the wagon. “Comfy, Krage?”
He retrieved Luke next, then went seeking other bodies. He fou
nd another three. None were Raven. He muttered, “If he doesn’t show in a half hour, I’ll take them up myself and the hell with him.” Then: “What’s come over you, Marron Shed? Letting this go to your head? So you found some guts. So what? That don’t make you no Raven.”
Someone was coming. He snatched a booty dagger, faded into a shadow.
Raven tumbled a body into the wagon. “How the hell?”
“I collected them,” Shed explained.
“Who are they?”
“Krage and his men.”
“I thought he ran for it. Figured I had to go through it all again. What happened?”
Shed explained. Raven shook his head in disbelief. “You? Shed?”
“I guess there’s only so much they can scare you.”
“True. But I never thought you’d figure it out. Shed, you amaze me. Disappoint me, too, some. I wanted Krage myself.”
“That’s him making the noise. He’s got a broken back or something. Kill him if you want.”
“He’s worth more alive.”
Shed nodded. Poor Krage. “Where are the rest of them?”
“There’s one on the roof. Guess the other one got away.”
“Damn. That means it’s not over.”
“We can get him later.”
“Meanwhile, he goes and gets the others and we have them all after us.”
“You think they’d risk their lives to avenge Krage? No way. They’ll be fighting among themselves. Trying to take over. Wait here. I’ll get the other one.”
“Hurry up,” Shed said. The reaction was catching up. He had survived. The old Shed was coming back, dragging all his hysteria with him.
Coming down from the castle, with pink and purple strands of dawn smearing the gaps between the Wolanders, Shed asked, “Why is he screaming?”
The tall being had laughed and paid a hundred twenty leva for Krage. His shrieks could still be heard.
“I don’t know. Don’t look back, Shed. Do what you have to and move on.” And, a moment later: “I’m glad it’s over.”
“Over? What do you mean?”
“That was my last visit.” Raven patted his pocket. “I have enough.”
