“Feeling a bit inadequate, but otherwise fine.” Degan pulled the curtain away from my face in a cloud of dust. I sneezed, started to push myself up, then sneezed again.
The Sash was beside and astride me, lying across my left knee and right foot. His head and shoulders were still wound in the curtain. Blood was seeping from two holes in the fabric.
Degan knelt down to check the Sash. Then he saw my leg. “What happened?” he said.
“What do you think happened?” I said. “I fought a White Sash!”
“It’s more traditional to use a sword against them,” said Degan. He rolled the dead Sash away and bent over my leg. I started to shift my weight to get up. Degan put a hand against my chest and shook his head.
“You need to stay put,” he said. “This needs to be bound.”
“Later,” I said. “First we need to make sure Larrios is alive and in shape to talk.”
Degan glanced back into the room at the heap that was Larrios. “He’s not going anywhere,” said Degan. He peeled away a blood-soaked portion of pants near the wound, ignoring my gasp of pain, and frowned. “Do you have anything in that traveling apothecary’s shop of yours besides painkillers and ahrami?”
“Such as?”
“Such as a needle and thread? Or something to help pack the wound?”
I rummaged through the pouch while Degan busied himself over the Sash. The sound of ripping fabric came to my ears. I managed to find some dried wing moss and a packet of boiled lint. I also popped three seeds into my mouth, just to be safe.
“Here,” I said as Degan turned back around. He had several pieces of the Sash’s sash in his hands. Well, what’s a little symbolic desecration when you’ve already killed one of the emperor’s favorites?
Degan cleaned the wound as best he could with no water and poor light, packed the moss and lint into the cut, and bound a makeshift pad to it with the rest of the sash. I held still as best I could and watched him. He was quick and efficient, with no wasted motions.
“You’ll need sewing up,” said Degan, “but that’ll have to wait.” He wiped his hands on one last piece of sash, then stood. He helped me to my feet and over to Larrios. My leg held me better than I expected, as long as I went slow.
Larrios was still lying where the Sashes had left him. He was on his side, partially curled up, facing away from us. I resisted the urge to kick him, since it would have hurt me more than him at this point.
“Larrios,” I said. Nothing. “Larrios, you remember me?” I cooed. “I’m the Nose from Fedim’s shop-the one you lied to; the one you ducked out on.” I put an edge in my voice. “And the one who’s going to make you wish the Sashes were still alive if you don’t tell me what I want to know.”
Larrios lifted his head and rolled over onto his back. “They’re dead?” he said. His upper lip was split, the lower one was swollen, and his right eye was already starting to puff shut. He’d been kicked and battered and bruised, but none of it looked old. Degan and I must have arrived just after the Sashes-they’d barely started to soften him up.
“Don’t get too excited,” I said. “You might be next. I took a sword in the leg to talk to you: I’m not in a generous mood.”
Larrios smiled as best he could through his broken mouth. “You took a sword for me? Really?”
I turned to Degan. “Kick him for me.”
Degan cocked his leg.
“Wait!” cried Larrios. “Wait-I’m serious! I owe you-those bastards were going to dust me whether I talked or not.”
“Then talk to me instead,” I said. “Where’s the book?”
“The what?” said Larrios.
I glanced at Degan. He kicked Larrios in the side hard enough to move him two feet across the floor. I limped closer.
“I told you, I’m not in a generous mood,” I said. “Now, where’s the book?”
Larrios had his eyes squeezed shut. He was gasping for breath, arms wrapped around his ribs. He groaned.
I sighed. “Look, no one’s walking out of here until I hear what I need to hear. So you can roll around and groan and bleed all you want, but we’ll keep beating the crap out of you until you talk.”
Larrios cracked his left eye open-the right was completely swollen shut by now. I shuddered at the image, remembering what Athel had looked like at the end, and kept my face impassive. I didn’t want it to come to that again.
“I need to get out of the city,” Larrios said. “There’re too many people after me-I need out.”
“Too many people?” I said, exchanging a glance with Degan. He didn’t look reassured. “What kind of people?”
Larrios coughed and spit out a bloody gob. He levered himself slowly into a sitting position. I watched, letting the pain of his efforts do the work for me.
“Them, for one,” he said, gesturing at the dead Sashes on the floor. “Then there’s you; that fucking big Arm, Ironius; his Ten Ways allies; Kells; the-”
“Wait,” I said, standing up straighter. “Kells is after you?”
Larrios nodded. “As of two days ago. He was nicer than most. He put word out that he’d pay a third of what the book’s probably worth. Most people have just gone straight to the knife.” Larrios shook his head. “I should have taken the offer. Fuck.”
I let out my breath. My first thought had been that Larrios had somehow linked Kells and me, but that clearly wasn’t the case. Still, why was Kells after the book all of a sudden? I’d only mentioned it in passing before…
“Then there’re all the loose Kin,” continued Larrios. He looked darkly at me. “I have you to thank for that-they wouldn’t be hunting me if you hadn’t put a price on my ass.”
I blinked. The room had started to lose its focus all of a sudden. Blood loss? Fatigue? I put my hand to the wall and slowly lowered myself to the floor.
“Duck out on a Nose,” I said as I leaned back against the wall, “and that’s what you get.” The room began to steady itself.
“Hey,” said Larrios, peering at me in the dim light. “You look like shit, too. What happened?”
“The book,” I said, refusing to get distracted.
“I told you, I need to get out of town.”
“And I told you, no bargains.”
“Then you might as well dust me right now,” he said, “because I’m dead either way.”
I looked up at Degan. “You heard the man.”
Degan had just begun his downswing when Larrios yelled out that he’d take us to the book. The sword buried its tip in the wall three inches to the right of Larrios’s ear. Degan smiled, and we all left.
I sat inside the ruined warehouse’s doorway and stared out into the rain. Larrios sat behind me, hands bound, legs shanked together with a length of sash long enough to let him walk, but not run. His remaining good eye was almost completely swollen shut now, too, but I still didn’t trust him not to run, even half blind and bound.
I watched as Degan came walking back through the rain. He was alone-no cloaked and hooded Kin on his trail; no guide back out of the Barren. Degan shook his head as he stepped through the door, his hat scattering drops of water in the process.
“The bastard set us up,” I said.
“Maybe,” said Degan, not sounding convinced. “He might have heard the yells and decided to rabbit. Or…”
I waited. Degan remained silent and continued to stare out into the rainy night. “Or?” I said.
“Or the other White Sash got him.”
I started at that. “The other White Sash?”
“Probably,” said Degan. “They usually travel in groups of three. Or six, or nine-always a number divisible by three. It’s their way of paying tribute to the three endless incarnations of the emperor.”
“So why didn’t the third one come and help the other two?” I said.
Degan shook his head. “I don’t know-and that’s what concerns me.”
I peered back out into the night but saw nothing. “Let’s get out of here,” I said. Degan helped me to my feet. If possible, I was suddenly feeling more nervous.
The rain was worse than before, the drops having become the large, heavy sort that immediately soaked through whatever they hit. They were colder now, too; that, or I was colder. Either way, it wasn’t pleasant to be out. Enough water had come down to churn up the alleys, making every step a slippery, slogging challenge. The only positive thing was that most of the stench had been washed out of the air for the moment.