“Why would you want to go back to that?”
“Because it is my life. Not something imposed on me. It’s something I’ve reached out and taken for myself. Do you understand?”
“Yes. It is my duty and my pleasure to take you with us on the beronta Remeydang to the place where we meet the trader Tangavik. You will need patience, Starborn; it will be another half year before we reach the landing place. He comes every third year, slipping down under the Jilitera’s noses, and this year is one of those. I read that as an omen and a command.”
Three days later Lylunda hugged Seruchel, touched cheeks with Outocha, then climbed into the small boat and let Tudil row her out to the beronta Remeydang.
Three hours later, she stood at the back rail, out of the way of those working the ship, and watched the island Chiouti slip slowly over the horizon.
12. Worm Wriggles Faster
“The Harman be blessed, at least it’s stopped raining.” Worm patted at is head with the towel he’d set beside the EYEscreen; even with the sun close to setting, the air inside the room was so steamy he was worried for his equipment. He’d moved the table close to the window so he could shut it once the EYE was outside, and the conditioner unit was struggling to wring out some of the heat and damp, but sweat kept rolling from his hair into his eyes, making them burn and blurring his vision.
He was following the target home a last time, making sure the afternoon deluge hadn’t changed her habits or the habits of her watchers. If this was what the rainy season meant here, it wasn’t such a bad thing he had to move up the snatch. He felt mold growing in every crevice of his body. “And last week I was wishing it would rain. Zull!”
Lylunda walked briskly, circling the puddles. “Wise woman,” he muttered. “Who knows what grunge is in that slop.”
It was Arkel on guard duty-big man, rather stupid.
Worm had cleaned him more than once at hezur-hairi; he kept coming back, his faith in his luck untouched by experience. Arkel slouched along half asleep, splashing into puddles and out again, going through the motions. Too bad it wasn’t him tomorrow. Rodzin was the sharpest of the four; he was bored by the guard duty and slack at the job, but if he sniffed trouble, he could turn mean real fast. Worm swore. Anything to make his life harder.
When Lylunda reached her home street, she stopped at Okin the Baker’s shop, came out with a loaf of bread in her net bag, looking over her shoulder, grinning and trading sass with someone inside. At Sutega’s Take Out next door, she added a cooked bird and two closed containers to the bread, joked with Halfman Ike, and tutted into her doorway still laughing.
“You’re in a good mood,” Worm said. “I wonder if I should worry about that.”
A stocky man in a black leather vest with brass buttons stepped into the alcove behind her as she fitted the a key into the topmost lock. The two guards with him-stood back, wary and taut-bodied, stunners in their hands. “Enemy territory,” Worm said. “Behilarr from up the hill. Bad news?” He flew the EYE closer, clicked on the speaker so he could hear this real-time.
“Elang-mun Lylunda?”
“Courier? Whose?”
Worm scowled at the screen. Courier? What’s that about?
“The Anaitar of the Erzain. Hizurri-jaz Gautaxo. And you are Elang-mun Lylunda?”
“Yes. So?”
He handed her a bit of paper with a slash of wax on it. She broke the wax and read the note, then she tore the paper in half, tore it again and again. “Hold out your hand. You’d best see he gets these back. I’m to come with you?”
“If you will, Elang-mun.”
Puzzled by her reaction and alarmed by this irruption of enigma into his plans, Worm sent the EYE after the two of them, following them up through the Low City and into the level of the great Houses until they went into a huge pile of stone up by the Temple. He didn’t know what for sure what that place was, but it had a familiar smell. Cop shop. No way he could take the EYE inside there.
“Zoll! I bet it’s those joddadin Kliu. They messing me up again.” He scratched at his nose with his free hand, shook his head. “And maybe not. Looked like she knew what this is about and I don’t think she’d be so calm if it was Kliu. Is it worth hanging around to see if she comes out again?” He established the EYE on a ledge of the Temple, focused it on the front of the cop shop, and set the alarm to tell him when the woman came out. “Arraaa, I’ll be glad when this is over.” He shed the control glove, got to his feet with a groan, and,went to-work; packing the belt sac for the job.
“Sleep gas six caps, timers for caps, nose plugs two pair, Zombi cartridge, injection gun…”
The soft beeping brought him hurrying back to the table. He slid his hand into the glove, activated it, then checked the screen.
Four figures had emerged from the gate and were walking down the street, the courier first, the woman in the middle, the guards coming along behind.
Worm took the EYE closer, managed to get a look at the woman’s face. Not Lylunda, but a woman wearing her clothes and fixed up to look like her; she even moved like Lylunda.
He flew the EYE above the cop shop, high enough so he could see all four sides of the massive pile and the streets around it.
During the hours that followed, individuals came and went, mostly men but also a few women. None of them were Lylunda in any sort of disguise. There were no boxes or chests taken in or out. Nothing like that came from any of the other houses nearby.
By morning he was too tired to go on with the vigil and didn’t see any point in keeping the EYE hovering up there. Either she was still inside, or whoever had her brought there had gotten her out the back before the decoy left. Besides, it was starting to rain, light rain, not a storm, just a steady downfall-a monotonous drip drip drip that made him want to scream.
He brought the EYE in, closed the window, set the scrubber on high to pull the damp from the air and began to pace back and forth across the room, fighting to stay awake and keep his mind working. He had pepperpops if he needed them, but he didn’t trust the fake clarity of mind they gave him. Xman swore by them, but if you didn’t keep a firm hold on hint, Xman would always be rushing the trap and tripping over his own feet.
“First thing. I need some sleep. That’s all right. Fits the pattern I’ve set up. Hit the warehouse the usual time. Hope Bug’s around. Yes, he’s the best source. If he knows the woman’s gone missing, he’ll be wanting to talk about it. See if I can bust loose round midnight, get across to Kanti and put in a call to the Kliu. They won’t bother talking to me if they’ve got her, so if I get bounced, I better call Fa, ’cause I dunno what else I can do.” His stomach knotted at just the thought of telling his father he’d missed again. He swallowed nervously and went on pacing.
“If it’s not them, then all I can think to do is watch Digby’s agent. She’s here in deep cover, so I’m fairly sure it can’t be her working with the locals, but looks like she’s a smart ’un or she wouldn’t be here at all.” He went over to the table, looked down at the dull ovoid of the deactivated EYE. “Hm. Think I’d better retire you. Shouldn’t be too hard to find out where she’s staying… peep that place, set for passive collect, transmit on code… and her dressing room… no, maybe just an ear there, she wouldn’t be up to funny stuff at Tank’s, but she might say something useful…”
He collected the recordings from his web of bugs that he hadn’t yet watched. clicked the flakes into the viewer and began playing them. As he listened, he began the activation and reconfiguration of the new peeps and ears which he planned to plant as soon as he got back from calling the Kliu.
2
When Worm recognized the pattern of splotches on the ugly face, he almost vomited with relief.
The Kliu didn’t wait for him to speak. “You have her?”