“I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me.” I told him what I could remember.
“You have another spell?”
“If I did these guys had it with me.”
“Interesting. Come around and see me about it tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I’m gonna be off watch in ten minutes and I intend to hit the sack. And you need some sleep yourself.”
My pal. Don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have One-Eye to worry about me.
62
Bucket wakened me. “One of Mogaba’s guys is here, Murgen. Says His Majesty wants to see you.” I groaned. “Does it have to be so bright out there?” I had not bothered to go down into the warrens.
“He’s pissed off. We’ve been pretending you were here but couldn’t talk to him. Goblin and One-Eye put doubles of you on the wall sometimes so the Nar could see you.”
“And now you have the real Murgen back you want to throw him to the wolf.”
“Uh... Well... He didn’t ask for nobody else.” Meaning he did not want Goblin or One-Eye. He wanted to stay away from those two.
“Find my bitty buddies and tell them I need them. Now.” The wizards turned up at their own leisure, of course. I told them, “Put me in a litter and lug me over to the citadel. We’re going to admit that you’ve been lying about me but only because I was totally sick. What we were doing on that raft last night was taking baths. You thought it would be cute to pop off a few fireballs while I had my pants down.”
One-Eye started to complain but before he could start I growled, “I’m not face Mogaba without backup. He don’t have any reason to be nice anymore.”
“He won’t be in a good mood,” Goblin predicted. “There’s been rioting. Food shortages are getting really bad. He won’t turn one grain of rice loose. Even his handpicked Taglian sergeants have started to desert.”
“It’s all falling apart for him,” I said. “He was going to take over and show the world wonders but his followers can’t match his iron will.”
“And we’re some kind of philanthropic brotherhood?” One-Eye muttered.
“We never kill nobody who don’t ask for it. Come on. Let’s do it. And be ready for anything. Both of you.”
But first we went up to the battlements, both so I could see this world by daylight and so the Nar at the North Gate could see me looking sick before I presented myself that way.
The water level was just eight feet below the ramparts, higher than Hong Tray’s prediction. “Any flooding inside?”
“Mogaba sealed the gates somehow. He has Jaicuri working parties bucket-brigading what seepage there is.” “Good for him. How about down below?” “There’s some seepage in the catacombs. Not a lot. We could keep up by hauling it up in buckets.”
I grunted. I stared at Shadowspinner’s lake. I saw more corpses than I could count. “Those didn’t float up from the mounds, did they?”
Goblin told me, “Mogaba threw people off the wall during the riots. And some might be from rafts that turned over or broke up.”
I squinted. I could just make out a mounted patrol beyond the water. A raft with Jaicuri piled high had been caught by daylight. The people aboard were trying to move away from the waiting patrol by paddling with their hands.
Thai Dei turned up so we knew his people were watching. I figured he would want me to visit the Speaker. But he said nothing. I told my bearers, “Take me to his worship.”
As we approached I observed, “The citadel looks like something out of a spook story.” And it did, with the sky overcast behind it and crows swarming around. Dejagore was a paradise for crows. They were going to get too fat to fly. Maybe we would get fat eating them.
The Nar at the entrance would not let One-Eye and Goblin inside. “So take me home,” I told them. “Wait!”
“Stick it, buddy. I got no need to put up with Mogaba’s crap. The Lieutenant is alive. So is the Captain, probably. Mogaba ain’t shit nowhere but inside his own head anymore.”
“You could have at least argued until we were rested up.”
One-Eye started shuffling sideways so he could turn and head back down the steps.
Ochiba caught us before we reached street level. He was cast in the same mold as all Nar. His face remained neutral. “Apologies, Standardbearer. Won’t you reconsider?”
“Reconsider what? I don’t especially want to see Mogaba. He’s been eating magic mushrooms or chewing lucky weed or something. I been shitting my guts out for over a week. I ain’t in no shape to play games with no homicidal lunatic.”
Something fluttered behind Ochiba’s dark eyes. Maybe he agreed. Maybe there was another war going on inside him, a struggle between keeping faith with Gea-Xle’s greatest Nar ever and keeping faith with his own humanity.
I was not going to pursue it. Any hint of outside interest would push waverers in the direction of “That’s the way it’s always been.”
That was the top two, then, quietly questioning Mogaba’s way. If these guys doubted him things were probably worse than I thought.
“As you wish.” Ochiba told the sentries, “Let the litterbearers in.”
Nobody missed the significance of who my litterbearers were. It was a pretty direct statement.
I felt comfortably confrontational.
63
Was Mogaba happy to see Goblin and One-Eye, and them looking so fit? You better believe he wasn’t. But he did not pursue his displeasure. He just ticked something on his mental get-even slate. He would make me even more unhappy than he had planned. Later.
“Can you sit up?” he asked, almost like he cared.
“Yeah. I made sure. That’s partly why I took so long. That and I wanted to make sure I’d stay rational.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve been suffering severe fevers and dysentery for over a week. Last night they took me out and threw me in the water to cool me down. That worked.”
“I see. Come to the table, please.”
Goblin and One-Eye helped me into a chair. They put on a fine show.
There were just six people in the conference chamber, us three and Mogaba, Ochiba and Sindawe. Through the window behind Mogaba I saw water and hills. And crows. They squabbled over space on the window sill, though none would come inside. An albino turned an especially baleful pink eye my way.
I suppose we looked too hungry.
For one instant I saw that same room in another time, with Lady and some of the same faces around the same table. Mogaba was not among them. The window behind them opened on greyness.
One-Eye pinched my earlobe. “Kid, now ain’t the time.”
Mogaba watched intently.
“Less recovered than I thought,” I explained. I wondered what the vision meant. And vision it was because it was too fully realized for imagination.
Mogaba settled into a chair opposite me. He pretended solicitousness, avoided his usual assertiveness.
“We face numerous grave problems, Standardbearer. They are out there and indifferent to whatever animosities we have developed amongst ourselves.”
Goddamn! Was he going to turn reasonable on me?
“They will be there whether or not we want to believe the Lieutenant or Captain survived. We will have to face them because I do not expect to be relieved any time soon.”
I would not argue with that.
“We would be better off had Lady not interfered this last time. We are isolated and trapped now because the Shadowmaster was forced to find a solution for managing two fronts.”
I nodded. We were in a worse situation. On the other hand, we would not have yowling hordes piling over the wall every few nights anymore. Nor would Mogaba be flinging men hither and yon without regard for their lives, just trying to irritate the Southerners into doing something stupid.
Mogaba glanced out the window. We could see two Shadowlander patrols raising dust in the hills. “He can starve us out now.”
“Maybe.”
Mogaba grimaced but controlled his anger. “Yes?”
“For no rational reason I feel confident that our friends will break us out.”
“I must confess that I remain a stranger to that sort of faith. Although I concede the importance of maintaining an optimistic aspect in front of the soldiers.”
Was I going to argue? No. He was more right than I could be.
“So, Standardbearer, how do we survive a protracted siege when most of our food stores are exhausted? How do we recover the standard once we do get out of these straits?”
“I don’t have any answers. Although I think the standard is in friendly hands already.” Why was he interested? Almost every time we talked he asked something about the standard. Did he believe possessing it would legitimize him?
“How so?” He was surprised.
“The Widowmaker that was here the first time carried the real standard.” “You’re sure?” “I know it,” I promised. “Then share your thoughts about food.” “We could try fishing.” Wisecracking was not a good idea with Mogaba. It just made Mogaba angry.
“Ain’t no joke,” Goblin snapped. “That water comes down here from regular rivers. There’s got to be fish.”
The little shit wasn’t as stupid as he acted sometimes.
Mogaba frowned. “Do we have anyone who knows anything about fishing?” he asked Sindawe.
“I doubt it.” They meant among their Taglian soldiers, of course. Nar are warriors, back for a dozen generations. They do not sully themselves doing unheroic work.
I was negligent. I failed to mention that the Nyueng Bao came from country where fishing was, probably, a way of life.
“It’s a thought,” Mogaba told me. “And there is always baked crow.” He glanced back at the window. “But most Taglians won’t eat flesh.”
“A conundrum,” I agreed.
“I will not surrender.”
No reply seemed adequate.
“You have no resources either?”
“Less than you,” I lied. We still had a little rice from the catacombs. But not much. We were stretching ourselves every way possible, in accordance with hints recorded in the Annals. We did not look like famine victims. Not quite yet.
We looked, I noted, less well fed than did the Nar.
“Suggestions for reducing the number of unproductive mouths?”
“I’m letting my worn out Taglians and any locals who want build rafts and go. But I don’t let them take anything with them.”
He controlled his anger again. “That does consume valuable timber. But it is another thought worth consideration.”
I studied Sindawe and Ochiba. They remained jet statues. They were not even breathing, it seemed. They expressed no opinions.
Mogaba glared at me. “I feared this meeting would be this nonproductive. You haven’t even thrown the Annals in my face.”
“The Annals aren’t magic. What they say about sieges is plain commonsense stuff. Be stubborn. Ration. Don’t support the nonproductive. Control the spread of plague. Don’t exhaust your enemy’s patience if there is no hope of outlasting him. If surrender is inevitable do it while your enemy is still amenable to terms.”
“This enemy never offered.”
I wondered about that, although the Shadowmasters did have a tendency to think like gods.
“Thank you, Standardbearer. We will examine our options and keep you informed of what we mean to do.”
Goblin and One-Eye helped me ease my chair back. They settled me into the litter. Mogaba said nothing else and I could think of nothing I wanted to tell him. The other Nar just stood there awkwardly and watched us go.
“What was that in aid of?” I asked once we were clear. “I expected yelling and threats.”
“He wanted to pick your brains,” Goblin said.
“While he made up his mind if he was going to kill you,” One-Eye added cheerfully.
“Oh, that’s real encouraging.”
“He did decide, Murgen. And he didn’t pick the option you want to hear. It’s time to start being real careful.”
We did make it home unharmed.