Authors: Glen Cook
Soup did not think much of that. "Maybe we ought to sit tight."
"You think Rider knows where we are?"
"There's a good chance."
They sat tight a few hours because they had no choice.
Next time a meal came through the hatchway the light was weaker outside. Spud complained, "How about you guys untie us? There's rats down here."
Only one man had come. He laughed. "You don't eat for a few days, those ropes will loosen up." He lowered another basket.
"Keep him talking," Soup whispered.
Spud did his best. Soup examined their prison.
It had been used as a garbage pit. And dump for bodies. He saw fragments of several skeletons. But nothing useful as a tool or weapon.
"Quit your whining," the man above said. "You're alive." And, "I heard you guys was tough. Guess maybe you're not so much after all." He laughed as Spud spat something back.
The easterner demolished the man's claim to a family history.
The light went out.
"I think you made him mad, Spud."
Spud chuckled. "That was the idea. Look up there."
Soup saw a hairline crack of light.
They argued about who would climb onto whose shoulders. The fading of the light caused Soup to give in.
Spud fell off his first two tries. Third time around he caught hold and kept his balance. Soup huffed and muttered. Spud strained and stretched, forced the tips of his fingers through the crack. He ground his teeth, expecting a heel to smash them.
Nothing happened.
He pulled himself up, pushed the cover with his head. "Heavy!" he gasped.
"Hurry!" Soup growled. "You're ruining my shoulders."
Spud heaved again. A corner of the lid rose. Then the whole thing slid aside. He threw an arm over the edge of the hole, anchored himself, looked around. "Nobody up here." A moment later he was out. "The rope!" he said.
It came up. He hoisted Soup. They swung the lid into place.
"Where are we?" Soup asked.
"Someplace near the Bridge. Tell that by the smell."
"Yeah. Looks marshy down there ... What's that?"
A whiny, muted, metallic sound came from the north. "Music," Soup said.
"If you say so." Spud coiled his lariat. "Let's take a look."
In a moment they crouched behind a fallen wall, looked at a shabby building which leaked light and sound. A door opened on the far side. Enough light escaped to betray a small ship drawn up on a narrow beach.
"Smugglers," Soup said. "They hired smugglers to watch us."
"What now?"
"Put some distance between us and them. Hole up till dawn. Then head along the coast till we come to a village."
Spud snorted. "We'll see."
"We won't see much for long if we don't start stepping."
The sun had not been up an hour before they knew the awful truth. "An island!" Soup snarled. "We're on an island."
"One of the HurmIslands, to be exact," Spud said. "Nowhere else fits."
"So we're trapped anyway."
"We'll steal a boat. We're not that far from the Saverne side."
Soup demanded, "How do you expect to do that? It won't be long before they know we're gone and start hunting. We can't grab one of their boats in broad day-light."
"We won't. I'll lower you back down so you can grouch and complain when they come to feed us. I'll pull you out again after dark. Then we'll grab a boat. And have twelve hours' head start."
"Why don't
you
go down in the hole?"
"It's my plan."
Bickering, they headed for their former prison.
XVIII
Rider was thoughtful as he descended to the Treasury chambers.
"Why so quiet?" Su-Cha asked. In the shadows the imp was almost invisible. He gave Rider a start.
"I'd better pay more attention," Rider said. "You could have been one of Shai Khe's gang."
"Right. I could. So what did Belledon say?"
"That KentanRubios was the chief of the King's Shadows."
"Aha."
"Aha indeed. Polybos House—a pseudonym, of course—is the only other Sanjek in the City."
"Aha again. Where are you headed?"
"To look into Vlazos' safety chest. Afterward, we'll visit Rubios' City house. Belledon said he ordered everything left as it was found."
"What's he going to do about Polybos House?"
"Call him in for a conference and surprise him with a set of chains. We get first crack at him."
"What was that?" They were near the Treasury vault, deep in the living stone of the Rock. The hallways were nests of shadows.
Rider saw nothing, but trusted Su-Cha's senses. He took hold of the web, probed. "Something ... The thing that murdered Odehnal. It's gone now. Evidently just spying."
"You'd better be quick. He might have gone for help."
"He probably did." Rider lengthened his stride. "Keep watch."
Two old pensioners guarded the vault. They knew Rider. He had a Treasury secure chest of his own. He gave them a sealed order from Belledon. Half the security of the vault arose from the fact that only the vault attendants themselves could distinguish between the thousands of identical chests. They argued. Not even the King, they said, could authorize ...
Rider waved a hand. They fell silent. "Show me the box," he commanded.
The elder turned, led the way. The other remained on guard, occasionally shaking his head puzzledly. Su-Cha vanished into the shadows outside.
Rider's guide indicated a chest indistinguishable from a hundred others. Rider tried the Vlazos key. The chest opened immediately.
"Ah." Several bound ledgers lay inside the chest, with one packet of letters tied together with a red ribbon. Rider opened a ledger at random.
Names. Dates. Places. Minutes of topics discussed.
"This is what I came for." He took ledgers and letters and headed for the door.
Su-Cha sent warning by tugging at the web.
Rider cast a small spell which set shadows dancing like a madman's dream. Those who lurked outside became disoriented. They called to one another in confusion.
A second spell sent shadows playing over Rider's own body. He entered the chaos in the hallway—and seemed to disappear.
Su-Cha, meantime, shifted form. He grew into something huge and ugly, a nightmare beast with eight-inch fangs and a disposition so foul fire bubbled from his nostrils. He jumped at a man. "Boo!"
Panic added its mad whip to the confusion.
The two old guards came to investigate. Su-Cha frightened them too. He giggled, then took off after Rider.
"Names, dates, places, and plans," Rider told the others. The contents of Vlazos' chest lay scattered across the library table. "A meticulous man, our Vlazos. He kept records of everything."
"When do we round them up?" Chaz asked.
"We'll let Belledon have the credit for that," Rider said. "We're going to KentanRubios' house."
"Let Belledon do it? When you can't trust anyone anymore?"
Rider tapped the ledgers. "He'll have these to go by."
"But they know about them. Else why would a bunch of them have been down at the vault?"
"Maybe we'll see the rats scatter," Su-Cha said. "Rider, you think Belledon will grab Polybos House? Because we still got to figure out about the Devil's Eyes."
"Things are going to get crazy, we'd better see about Spud and Soup, too," Chaz said. "Shai Khe might kill them out of spite."
"I don't think he's the petty sort," Rider said. "Still, he can't keep a close rein on all his henchmen. We'll go first time things slow down."
Chaz jerked his head to indicate Caracene. "What about her?"
"We can't have her running off, can we? She knows what we know. I'll set the doors and window so they can't be opened from inside or out ... What's that?"
"Somebody pounding on the door."
Rider strode into the laboratory. Chaz ducked into the contraption of mirrors. "It's all right," Rider said, after peering through the peeping device. "One of the King's men." He opened the door.
Chaz was determined to trust no one. Likewise, Su-Cha, who had secreted himself behind a rack of glassware.
Even Preacher and Greystone, in the library, had drawn weapons.
The King's man did not enter. Breathlessly, he said, "His Majesty has taken the prisoner. But people from the Shadows are clamoring to talk to him. His Majesty suggests you take custody."
Inside his hiding place, Chaz snorted derisively.
Rider replied, "I'll do that. But not right away. Tell him he might reduce the clamor by giving the Shadows an assignment. Chaz. Get me those ledgers."
When Chaz returned with the books, Rider told the messenger, "His Majesty should find these very interesting. They should tell him what to do till I can get to him."
The messenger accepted the load with ill grace, departed.
"You think he's going to be safe, walking around with those?" Chaz asked.
Rider, concentrating, raised a hand that asked for silence. He wove mystic patterns with his fingers, clapped his hands. "That should do it."
"Do what?"
"Fix him so people won't notice him."
"You made him invisible?"
"That would have been too difficult and too time-consuming. No. He'll just not seem worth paying attention to."
"What now?"
"Now we go see how KentanRubios died."
Rider had his associates assemble certain equipment. Five minutes later, they left. Chaz stalled outside the laboratory door. Suddenly, he grinned. "She's not that anxious to stay after all."
Someone was trying to get the door open.
"It's your overpowering charm," Preacher said. "She can't stand to be parted from you."
Chaz looked hurt. "Hey! I maybe got to take that from the runt, here, but from you I don't ... "
Su-Cha cackled. "You bring it on yourself."
"We don't have all day," Greystone observed from down the hallway.
They hurried to catch up.
Greystone asked Rider, "How long before Shai Khe hears Polybos House is incommunicado and gets suspicious? He hasn't been reluctant to shed potential embarrassments."
"I've been wondering myself. Especially since the appearance of those men near the vaults." Rider ordered chariots brought for them. "We suffer the disadvantage of all defenders. We don't know where or when the enemy will strike next."
Greystone observed, "A closer study of those ledgers might yield a few hints."
Chaz snorted. "How?"
"They not only tell who
is
part of the conspiracy, by omission they tell us who isn't. Among those who aren't named we'll find the men Shai Khe will want to remove."
"True," Rider agreed. "And we'll look at that angle. But more, we need to strike back. We need to get on his tail and stick. To keep him moving. To take away his time to plan murders."
A black wreath decorated the gate to KentanRubios' Balajka estate. It was the only outward show of tragedy's having struck. A gateman let them into the grounds. Rider stared around narrowly. "Su-Cha, you and Chaz look for traces left by an uninvited guest. Greystone, Preacher, stay with me."
Su-Cha and Chaz dismounted. Servants moved the chariots aside and began caring for the horses. Su-Cha began walking the base of the estate wall, sniffing. Chaz followed, looking bored, pestering the imp with unpleasant remarks. There was little else he could contribute.
A footman led them to the atrium, where a household servant met them and said, "Doctor Recer has remained with the Lord. I fear he has grown impatient. We all expected you sooner."
"We had hoped to arrive sooner," Rider said, and extended gracious apologies. "Our enemies kept us busy. I'll smooth the doctor's feathers."
The body lay on a couch in a library. The doctor and a woman of the household staff were waiting nearby. After extended apologies and social amenities, Rider said, "Describe the circumstances surrounding the death."
Greystone and Preacher began prowling the bookshelves, the former making little sounds of awe whenever he spotted a tome he especially coveted.
The woman replied, "The Lord had closed himself in here, leaving instructions that he was not to be bothered. At about the tenth hour he cried out. Several of us went to the door, but found it locked. He cried out again. 'Keep away, shadow,' we think he said. When the men broke the lock they found him sprawled on the floor."
Rider was standing before a window, watching Su-Cha and Chaz while he listened. Now he interrupted. "On the floor? I was assured nothing would be disturbed."
Doctor Recer said, "There is no evidence that he died of aught but natural causes. His position was undignified."
Rider interrupted, speaking to the woman. "This window is locked. Was that his custom?"
"Yes, sir. It was. When he was working on something important."
"Yet he shouted at someone or something." Outside, Su-Cha's gestures, as he spoke to Chaz, indicated that he had found the point where something had crossed the wall.
"Rider?" Greystone said. "Look here."
The scholar was kneeling beside the room's one anomaly, an overturned chair. He pointed. A splinter of leg was split loose. Grey-brown hairs were caught there.
Rider squatted, considered, grunted. Then he went to the fireplace, in which no fire had been laid. Soot speckled clean firebrick. To the doctor, he said, "Examine him again. Look for a puncture such as might have been made by a pin." He continued to examine the fireplace. Inside, caught on a brick, he found another hair.
"Well?" Greystone asked.
"I think it was the same thing that killed Odehnal. It must be very agile and fairly intelligent."
Preacher looked up the chimney. "Skinny, too. This is a tight fit."
The doctor loosed a soft explosion of breath.
"You found it?"
"Yes." Recer indicated a tiny purple bruise centered by a pinhead scab on the corpse's hip. "Not that it's especially noteworthy. The man had a history of heart problems."
"Yes." Rider cut off the excuses, turned to the woman. "Is anything missing?"
She shrugged. "We were not permitted to come in here."
In minutes Rider knew her for a well gone dry. KentanRubios had been a secretive man.