She Is the Darkness: Book Two of Glittering Stone: A Novel of the Black Company (26 page)

Sahra had moved to her pallet. She was on her knees there, palms atop her
thighs, staring straight forward. Waiting.

I drifted into position in front of her.

“You’re here, aren’t you, Mur? I can feel it. You’re what I’ve felt before,

aren’t you?”

I tried to answer her. I got she is the darkness! from Smoke and a reeling back.

Why now? Sahra had not bothered him before. Had she?

He did not like any female these days. He even tensed up around the Radisha when
we were there.

I pushed inward. Smoke pushed back. Sahra sensed something. She said, “I’m too
heavy to travel now. I’ll come as soon as our son can travel.”

A son? Me?

I became a different man in that moment. But it lasted only a few seconds. Only
until I wondered, how could she know that?

Some people called her a witch. Well, spooky. I never saw it myself.

But maybe she could know.

My world began to shudder and shake. I had enough experience ghostwalking to
know that meant somebody back at the shop wanted me to wake up. Reluctantly, I
responded. I wished there was some way, any way, to let Sahra know I had gotten
her message. “I love you, Sarie,” I thought.

“I love you, Murgen,” Sahra said, as though she had heard me.

The shaking grew more insistent. I turned loose of the temple of Ghanghesha but
refused to be managed completely. I tried to drop in on the Radisha for a closer
look at her scheming but Smoke shied away with an aversion almost as strong as
that he showed for Soulcatcher. She is the darkness.

The earth blurred beneath my point of view. I was low and moving fast. Maybe
that helped defeat some of the spells making Goblin and Mogaba so hard to find.

I got a clear, if brief, look at both as I whipped past.

They were on the move. Mogaba seemed to be gathering strength. The forvalaka was
with Goblin. Both groups moved inside an envelope of crows.

Soulcatcher probably had a better idea of the big picture than I did.

“Don’t you ever learn?” Croaker snarled.

I barely had strength enough to sit up and reach for something to drink. I had
spent a lot more time out than I realized while it was happening. Sarie always
did make me lose track of time.

“Shit,” I murmured. “That took it out of me. I could eat a cow.”

“You weren’t supposed to be dealing with family things. You keep it up, it’s
going to be crow, not cow.”

You could not find an edible cow in this end of the world, anyway.

I grunted. I had a pitcher of something sweet in one hand and a warm loaf of
bread in the other. At that moment it did not occur to me to ask why he would
accuse me of getting involved in family things.

“It’s dark already. Our people are all climbing into their holes and pulling
them in after them. I need you rested and ready because I want you over there
watching the Shadowgate. And not sightseeing, either. We need to get a signal up
the instant Longshadow cracks the gate.”

I lifted a hand. As soon as I cleared my mouth I asked, “Why don’t I watch
Longshadow? Smoke don’t want to get close out there. I might not see the shadows
moving till it’s too late. Longshadow I can see while he’s making his summons.”

I dumped some sugar water in behind the last bite of bread.

Smoke groaned.

“Shit.” Suddenly, the Old Man looked like he wanted to cry.

“Where’s One-Eye?” I asked. “Better get him in here.”

Smoke had not made a sound in years.

“You find him. I’m the physician here.” He headed for Smoke’s cot.

“Good idea.” I got myself up and stumbled toward the doorway on still feeble
legs.

It was a great night for all hell to break loose. I had not really noticed the
gathering darkness while walking the ghost, so lost in thought had I been. But
clouds were moving in to deepen the darkness. “One-Eye!” I bellowed. “Get your
dead ass over here now!”

I considered the clouds. My suggestion looked real good now.

Where the hell was that little shit? I climbed on up out of Croaker’s dugout.

“One-Eye!” I headed for his hole. Surely he did not intend to spend the night
there? He had not done nearly enough work on it to make it a good place to wait
out a night when shadows were slithering about, wizard or not.

I was almost there when the little wizard came scuttling from the direction of
my shelter. “What do you want, Kid?”

“Where the hell you been? Never mind. We got trouble with the ghost.”

“Uhm?”

“He’s making noise,” I whispered. Then I glanced around. I had forgotten to
guard my tongue.

It was my lucky night. There were no crows anywhere around.

One-Eye glanced over his shoulder. “Making noise?” He did not believe me.

“Did I stutter? Get your ass in there. Croaker’s already checking him for
physical problems.” I continued to look for listeners. Mice and bats and shadows
have little ears, too.

A boreal light rippled between Overlook and the jagged ruins of Kiaulune,

reflecting brilliantly off the metal in the fortress wall. It was just a
sputter, though, as Lady got tuned up. A moment later the only light visible
anywhere came from the surviving chambers of crystal atop Overlook’s towers.

Longshadow’s favorite was particularly bright.

“You gonna stand around and gawk or are you gonna get on with business?”

That was One-Eye. Turn everything around so any delays would be my fault.

I took one last look around before I went inside. Still nothing. I dropped the
rags covering the doorway, moved a shadow repellent candle on a stand into place
between the doorway and the rest of us. I lighted it from the nearest lamp. We
ought not to count on Longshadow to keep our timetable. “I wonder if the
Shadowmaster isn’t curious about why we aren’t showing any lights and making any
noise.”

“Hush,” One-Eye told me. He whispered, “Thought you said Croaker was giving him
a physical.”

Croaker was sitting in my chair, slumped. “He was when I left.” I grabbed a
pitcher and sucked down a bellyful of sweet water.

“He don’t look real frisky to me,” One-Eye said. He poked Smoke.

“I didn’t say he got up and danced a hornpipe. He groaned. In all the time I’ve
been around him the only noises he ever made was when we thought he was coming
down with pneumonia. A groan looked like a big thing. Croaker agreed.”

The Old Man made a noise. He returned to flesh. As soon as his head cleared he
told us, “It’s going to be interesting. Longshadow just sent for Howler, Singh
and the girl. He’s ready to get started.”

One-Eye grumbled, “A thrill a minute around here. Shadows again. I knew I
should’ve picked up that farmland and got out. Swizzledick here says the runt’s
been getting uppity. Talking back and everything.”

“He made a sound,” Croaker snapped. “Call it a groan. And when I tried to take a
look at the girl he shied away and gave off a sort of feeling to do with
shadows.”

“ ‘She is the darkness,’ ” I quoted. “Lately he’s done it any time I take him
close to anybody female. It’s strongest near Soulcatcher. Sarie and the Radisha
tie for number two.”

“Ah,” One-Eye said. “I’d almost forgotten that old witch. How’s she doing,

Murgen?”

“You care?”

“I hear Cordy’s on his way. He might want to know.”

“You’re going to tell him we can spy on his bounce baby?”

“Grr. I guess not. But I owe him a couple, three big tweaks.”

Personally, I doubt that anybody has ever gotten ahead of One-Eye anywhere.

Except maybe Goblin. One-Eye is the kind of guy who gets even with you first.

One-Eye is also the kind of guy who can still hand out the occasional surprise
after two hundred years. “I don’t make it through the night tonight, there’s a
will in my bedroll. Most everything goes to Goblin. Couple things, though, I
want Gota to have.” He was peeling back Smoke’s eyelids at the time so did not
notice when Croaker and I exchanged startled looks.

Croaker said, “You don’t make it, there’s not much chance we’ll still be here,

either.”

“The Kid will be. His mother-in-law claims he’s destined. What for, who knows?

The only one who ever did is dead.”

Before the Old Man could ask, I said, “He’s talking about something Hong Tray
came up with way back in Dejagore. I’m not sure what it was. Sarie and I talked
about it but they never made it clear to her, either. Something about the future
of the Nyueng Bao. I know it bugged the shit out of Uncle Doj and Mother Gota.

Thai Dei’s more neutral but he’s not keen on it, either. I think he’s glad he
doesn’t really know what’s going on.”

“I think you’ve pretty well shaped the future of those people already,” Croaker
told me. “We’ve still got half the tribe traipsing around behind us. Where’s
your pet, One-Eye? I haven’t seen him in a week.”

“JoJo? Damned if I know. Long as he stays out from underfoot . . . Look, I don’t
see anything different about this guy. Not from here. Let me take him out, see
if there’s any change in him where he’s at.”

I said, “I already told you—”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up. I got to concentrate here.” But not much. Smoke was so
used to being used this way that taking him out required no effort at all.

Croaker said, “He did feel a little different. But it’s been a long time for
me.”

“It just occurred to me that I haven’t run into Kina out there lately.”

“How about in your dreams?”

I could not remember. “That’s odd. I don’t remember. But it has to be. I have
the same dreams all the time. I’m almost comfortable with them now.”

“Maybe that’s the point. Be careful.”

“Like One-Eye says, careful is my middle name.”

“Stupid is One-Eye’s middle name.”

“I heard that. I’ll turn you into a toad.” The little wizard was back already.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You’re not even good at turning food
into shit. What’s the word?” I asked.

“We may have to wait for a day when we have more time but you and me are going
to have to sit down and see what we can figure out about what you’ve been
doing.”

“What?”

“It feels to me like a couple of the walls he’s hiding behind have started to
fall down.”

Croaker asked, “Is he going to wake up on us tonight, right in the middle of
things?”

“I doubt it. He’s still buried way down deep.” He watched me suck down some more
water, then follow that with a leg from a roasted chicken. You do not eat badly
if you are the Liberator. “You going to suck down everything in sight, Kid?”

“It’s going to be a long night.”

“You stay here and stick to business,” Croaker told me. “Short trips out only.

Let me know what’s happening when it happens.”

“Right. Will do, boss.”

“One-Eye. We need more spells around this place. Something that will keep the
shadows away but that will let us come and go if we want to.”

One-Eye put on a big, gap-toothed grin and cocked that ugly hat of his at an
uglier angle. “I done come up with the perfect amulet, chief. Figuring we were
going to need to have messengers moving around during hard times.”

“How many do you have?”

“Right now, an even baker’s dozen.”

“That’s all?”

“Hey. They’re hard to make.”

And, no doubt, fooling with them took time away from his still and black market
projects.

We had been in one place long enough for him to have gotten involved in some
sort of black marketing, however feeble its prospects were. Which would take
time away from less interesting avocations. Like making amulets that might save
lives. I was willing to bet that he had more than the thirteen he was willing to
turn over to the Old Man. He would have at least one for each of his own wrists
and ankles plus a few socked back to retail to the highest bidders once we saw
how well they worked and how badly they were needed.

That little shit really is a villain.

But he was on our side, our villain, the best we had. Unless you counted Lady,

which I did not even though she was the Lieutenant. I never have been able to
count her part of the Company. She came with too much baggage.

“It’s getting late,” Croaker remarked. “You might take a quick run at Overlook,

see what they’re doing now. One-Eye. I want to stash my couriers in your
dugout.”

“What? No way, chief. I just got the place cleaned up.”

I took another drink, then sat down beside Smoke.

The light in Longshadow’s crystal chamber seemed brilliant enough to hurt
fleshly eyes. Magically created, it came from everywhere at once and left no
place at all where a wild shadow might lurk. The few furnishings up there were
smooth and rounded and left no little pockets or crevasses or corners where even
a pinhead of untamed darkness might come to life.

No feral shadow was going to sneak up on him.

Longshadow seemed to have changed clothing and even bathed in preparation for
the night’s events. Certainly he wore a new mask, black and silver with inlays
of cyan, cardinal, and a particularly intense dark green. The patterns on the
mask altered every time I looked. I told myself when I got a minute I ought to
go back and have a look at Longshadow making himself over. He had not done
anything like this ever before.

Narayan Singh and the girl arrived only moments before I did. I determined that
by a quick dip into the past. Longshadow asked, “Where is Howler?”

Singh shrugged. The girl reacted as though Longshadow had not spoken at all.

Singh said, “We have not seen him in days.” Which was an outright lie.

“He should be here. I warned him to be here. For his own safety.”

The girl sat down on the floor, cross-legged. She paid the Shadowmaster no mind
whatsoever. Singh probably had had to badger her to get her to leave her
writing.

Curious, I did a dash back in time. And got surprised. I found the child
hurrying Singh. “We must be there in time.”

I went back some more. I found the child in that trancelike state where she
claimed to be in touch with Kina. Certainly the odor of Kina was strong. I got
out of there before I attracted her attention. She had not paid me much mind
lately and I liked that just fine.

I took a couple of quick dips into times nearby and concluded that Narayan and
his ward had responded to Longshadow’s summons because Kina had told them to
respond. Interesting. But what did it mean?

When I got back to present time I found the Howler puffing his way up the last
spiral of stairs to Longshadow’s chamber. The Shadowmaster had sensed his
approach and had faced the entrance. The smelly little wizard appeared, let out
a shriek before the Shadowmaster could start giving him a hard time. It sounded
almost amused.

Longshadow turned away although he had been suffering a bad case of the nags
lately. He seemed to be in such a good mood that he was willing to overlook
petty transgressions. He said, “Good. We’re all here. Now we go ahead with the
game the way I should have played it from the beginning.” He sounded slightly
puzzled, as though, suddenly like every man and woman in the army besieging him
he wondered why he had done so little for so long. He acted as if a powerful
psychic wind had torn away a dense fog that had gripped his mind for ages.

I suspected that was close to the truth. I could not identify the villain but I
was sure that one of our nastier female players, most likely Kina, had reached
him somehow long ago and had been blunting his sword ever since. If I was right
I had to admire the subtlety of it. Longshadow had not worked it out. That might
be because the manipulation had been limited to dumbing him down and
exaggerating his natural prejudices and bull-headedness.

I recalled that he had had a few sharp spells. Things had not gone well for us
during those interludes.

“Close the door, Deceiver.” The Shadowmaster’s voice was strong. “There must be
no interruptions.”

Howler seated himself on a tall stool. I gathered that it had been brought in
for him specifically, back when he first attached himself to the Shadowmaster.

He did not use it often but no one else used it ever. He and Longshadow were not
the sort of colleagues who watched over one another’s shoulders, sharing
suggestions and expertise.

The Shadowmaster had done some housekeeping. Usually his chamber contained an
arsenal of magical gewgaws, all laid out strategically. Most of those were
absent tonight. Maybe Longshadow did not want to test the honesty of his guests.

After some nervous shuffling Narayan Singh assumed a protective stance beside
the Daughter of Night. I noted a triangle of black silk peeping from the top of
his loincloth. He had dressed formally tonight, then. That would be his
strangling cloth, his rumel.

“In more normal times,” Longshadow said, “I would go out to the Shadowgate
personally and employ the traps there to collect the shadows I want to use. To
obtain the best effect they have to be trained. Once they are properly trained
they will leave their friends alone. The skrinsa can employ them without
troubling me. But these are not normal times.”

No. They were not. And when he mentioned the shadowweavers I began to wonder if
he knew just how bad off he was when it came to followers. At no time had he
ever had much contact with those who managed the daily business of his fortress.

He gave orders. They got executed. Only a handful of his people had survived
Lady’s last attack. They continued to care for him. Howler had seen to that.

He no longer had any shadowweavers to manage any trained shadows he might have.

On the other hand . . .

At one time there had been a crystal chamber atop a tower every seventy feet
along Overlook’s southern wall. Inside each was a mirror that could be used to
cast the light there in a beam onto the ground surrounding the road down from
the Shadowgate. It had taken a couple of men to aim each mirror.

Longshadow did something by moving small figurines in a collection on a table,

as though making multiple moves in a board game. He said a single word.

The lights in the surviving tower tops waxed brilliant. Light beams reached out
across the night. Like accusing fingers they swung to point in the general area
of Croaker’s Old Division. They did not light up the slope nearly as well as
they had in former times but I was impressed. They did their jobs without the
aid of one human hand.

The others there were impressed, too. Narayan seemed a little troubled, the
Howler suddenly restless. Longshadow did not notice. He moved on to his next
step. He said, “The lights are unnecessary to coming events. I just thought it
would be amusing if our enemies watched one another scream their lives out.”

He giggled.

Howler sat up straight as a spear, suddenly alert. He did not like the way
things were going.

Maybe Longshadow was not as big a fool as everyone thought.

I spent a moment too long watching the girl for a reaction. Smoke did his she is
the darkness reaction and started to back off. I held him. We were about to
witness some excitement.

Longshadow stepped up to the big crystal sphere standing on a pedestal at the
center of the chamber. His audience watched carefully, nervously. This was not
something he had done in front of witnesses before. I doubted they knew what the
sphere was.

The globe was four feet in diameter. What looked like little tunnels followed
wormtracks in to a hollow place at its center. As Longshadow stepped closer
shimmering light rippled over its surface, like oil on water but much more
intense. Snakes of cold fire wriggled through the channels inside. It was a hell
of a show.

Longshadow raised his spidery hands. Carefully, he removed his gloves and pushed
up his sleeves. The skin he revealed seemed both translucent and pus-colored,

with speckles of blue beneath, like cheese. He had a fine crop of liver spots.

There was almost no flesh on him at all.

The Shadowmaster rested his hands on the surface of the sphere. The lights
inside became excited. The surface shimmer climbed his fingers, covered his
hands. His fingers sank into the globe like hot rods slowly melting their way
into ice. He grabbed the worms of light and began twisting.

He began to talk in a conversational sort of voice, of course using a language
that nobody recognized though the Daughter of Night frowned and leaned forward
as though she was able to puzzle out a word here and there.

The Shadowmaster summoned a shadow. I could not see it. It was inside the
pedestal supporting the globe. But I felt it. There was not much to it but it
was very, very cold.

The Howler dropped to the floor and leaned closer to watch. Narayan and the
Daughter of Night stared, bemused. The kid took a few steps forward. Singh moved
closer to the door, for a better angle of view.

Longshadow spoke for several minutes, his eyes closed tightly. As he finished
the brightness inside the globe began to fade. He opened his eyes and stared out
southward as he had done ten thousand times before, watching the area
illuminated by the mirrors.

She is the darkness! I was not looking at the brat . . . Not that darkness.

A very special darkness. A surprise darkness that should not have caught me that
far off guard, considering. Soulcatcher.

She stepped in through a door opened by Narayan Singh as though she had been
about to knock.

Longshadow was not ready for this. Not at all. He was surrounded, totally
betrayed, before he realized Catcher had arrived.

I clung there with all the power I had to resist Smoke’s terror. The little shit
whined and repeated she is the darkness! like that was some mantra against the
fangs of the night.

“The game ends,” Soulcatcher said in the booming, basso voice of a crier in an
amphitheater. Then she giggled like a teenaged girl. “It’s been hard work but
worth it. I really like my new house.” Both those sentences arrived in the voice
of a little old man who keeps account books.

Longshadow was caught, trapped, pinned like a butterfly on a collector’s display
board. He was surrounded, outnumbered, and did not have a chance even if he was
the greatest wizard who ever lived. Which he was not. Even so, he did not
surrender.

He knew his value. His mind was not clouded. She dared not kill him because the
Shadowgate would collapse.

I had to give in to Smoke. I had to get this news back fast.

I really needed to get it to Lady fastest but there was no way.

Longshadow moved slowly to pick up his gloves. As he began to pull one on,

Soulcatcher said, “I think not.” Her voice was the velvet tenor of a tombstone
salesman. “In fact, it’s time . . . ”

Longshadow’s right pinky was crooked, as though it had been broken and badly set
a long time ago. The nail looked like a bit of rotten, dried out, blackened
spinach leaf.

The Shadowmaster flicked that little finger.

The nail flew off just as Catcher said, “ . . . time . . . ”

I shook my ghostly head. You never see everything.

In one eyeblink that nail became a shadow filled with hatred for the light.

Smoke’s wriggling became irresistible.