We’ve come at rather a bad time. No kidding. It looked to be in the middle of a revolution of some sort!
The coppers kept back the crowd, and the prince and his companions managed to squeeze through the stout bodies into the relative quiet of the Factree—relative to the fact that the whanging and banging of the Kicksey-Winsey was constantly in the background.
Once inside, the High Froman held a hasty meeting with the coppers. The little king’s face was grave and Hugh observed several times that he shook his head. The Hand didn’t give a half-barl for the Gegs, but he had lived long enough to know that being caught in a country undergoing political upheaval was not conducive to a long and healthy life.
“Excuse us.” He approached the Head Clark, who bowed and stared at him with the blank, bright smile of one who doesn’t understand a word that is being said to him but who is trying to appear as if he did, in order not to be rude.
“We have to have a little talk with your god.”
Gripping Bane firmly by the shoulder, ignoring the boy’s yelps and squirming, Hugh marched the prince across the vast empty floor, over to where Alfred stood gazing up at a statue of a hooded man holding what appeared to be an eyeball in his hand.
“Do you know what they expect me to do?” Bane demanded of Alfred as soon as they neared him. “They expect me to transport them up into heaven!”
“May I remind His Highness that he brought this on himself by telling them he was a god?”
The child’s head drooped. He stole up to Alfred’s side and slipped a hand in the chamberlain’s. Lower lip quivering, Bane said softly, “I’m sorry, Alfred. I was afraid they were going to hurt you and Sir Hugh, and it was the only thing I could think of to do.”
Strong hands jerked Bane around, rough fingers bit into his shoulders. Hugh knelt down and looked straight into the child’s eyes, behind which he wanted to see cunning and malevolent purpose. All he saw were the eyes of a frightened kid. It angered him.
“All right, Your Highness, you go on fooling the Gegs as long as you can—anything to get us out of here. But we just want to make it plain that you don’t fool us one bit, not anymore. Those phony tears better dry up and you better listen—you and daddy both.” He glanced at the feather as he spoke, and the boy’s hand closed over it protectively. “Unless you can hoist these dwarves into the skies, you better be prepared to do some fast thinking. I don’t suppose these people will take kindly to being hoodwinked.”
“Sir Hugh,” warned Alfred, “we’re being watched.” The Hand looked over to the High Froman, who was observing the proceedings with interest. Releasing the boy, patting him on the shoulders, Hugh smiled.
“What is it you plan to do, Your Highness?” he muttered in an undertone. Bane gulped back his tears. Fortunately there was no need to keep their voices lowered. The rhythmic pounding and thumping of the machine muffled everything, including thought.
“I’ve decided I’ll tell them I’ve judged them and found them wanting. They haven’t earned the right to go up to heaven.”
Hugh glanced at Alfred. The man shook his head. “It would be very dangerous, Your Highness. If you said such a thing, in the state of turmoil that seems to have gripped the realm, the Gegs might well turn on us.” The child’s eyes blinked rapidly, their gaze shifting quickly from Alfred to Hugh and back again. Bane was obviously frightened. He had plunged in over his head and felt himself sinking. Worse still, he must know that the only two who could save him had very good reasons for letting him drown.
“What do we do?”
We Hugh would have liked nothing better than to leave the changeling on this storm-swept patch of rock. He knew he wouldn’t, however. Enchantment? Or did he just feel sorry for the brat? Neither, he assured himself, still planning to use the kid to make his fortune.
“There’s talk of another god down here. ‘Limbeck’s god,’” said Alfred.
“How did you know that?” Bane flared. “You can’t understand what they’re saying!”
“Yes, I can, Your Highness. I speak some Geg—”
“You lied!” The child gazed at him in shock. “How could you, Alfred? I trusted you!”
The chamberlain shook his head. “I think it best for all of us to admit that none of us trusts the others.”
“Who can blame me?” cried Bane with glittering innocence. “This man tried to kill me, and for all I know, Alfred, you were helping him!”
“That is not true, Your Highness, yet I can understand how you might come to think so. But I had not meant to make accusations. I think it behooves us to realize that, though we do not trust each other, our lives in total now depend on each other individually. I think—”
“—too much!” Hugh broke in. “The kid understands, don’t you, Bane? And drop the babe-lost-in-the-woods act. We both know who and what you are. I presume that you want to get out of here, go up and pay dad a visit. The only way you’re going to get off this rock is with a ship, and I’m the only pilot you’ve got. Alfred, here, knows something about these people and how they think—at least he claims he does. He’s right when he says we’re each other’s only chance in this game, so I suggest that you and daddy there play along nicely.”
Bane stared at him. His eyes were no longer the eyes of a child who is eagerly studying the world; they were the eyes of one who knows all about it. Hugh saw himself reflected in those eyes; saw a chill, unloved childhood; saw a child who had unwrapped all of life’s pretty presents and discovered the boxes contained filth.
Like me, Hugh thought, he no longer believes in the bright, the shining, the beautiful. He knows what’s underneath.
“You’re not treating me like a kid,” said Bane, wary and cautious.
“Are you one?” Hugh asked bluntly.
“No.” Bane clasped the feather tightly as he spoke, and repeated more loudly, “No, I’m not! I’ll work with you. I promise, so long as you don’t betray me. If you do, either of you, then I’ll make you regret it.” The blue eyes gleamed with a most unchildlike shrewdness.
“Fair enough. I give you each the same promise. Alfred?” The chamberlain looked at them in despair and sighed. “Must it be like this? Trusting only because each of us holds a knife in the other’s back?”
“You lied about speaking Geg. You didn’t tell me the truth about the kid until it was almost too late. What else have you lied about, Alfred?” Hugh demanded. The chamberlain went white. His mouth worked, but he couldn’t answer. Finally he managed to squeeze out, “I promise.”
“All right. That’s done. Now, we’ve got to find out about this other god. He could be our way off this rock. Chances are, it’s an elf whose ship got caught in the storm and sucked down.”
“I could tell the High Froman that I want to meet this god.” Bane was swift to see and understand the possibilities. “I’ll tell him that I can’t judge the Gegs until I find out what this fellow ‘god’ of mine thinks about the matter.” The boy smiled sweetly. “Who knows, it could take us days to come up with the answer! But would an elf help us?”
“If he’s in as much trouble down here as we are, he would. My ship’s wrecked. His probably is too. But we might be able to use parts of one to fix the other. Shhh. We’ve got company.”
The High Froman joined them, the Head Clark bustling importantly along behind.
“When would Your Wurship like to commence the Judgment?” Bane drew himself up to his full height and managed to look offended. “I heard the people shouting something about another god being present in your land. Why wasn’t I informed of this?”
“Because, Your Wurship,” said the High Froman, casting a reproachful glance at the Head Clark, “this is a god who claims he isn’t a god. He claims that none of you are gods, but says you are mortals who have enslaved us.” Hugh contained himself patiently during this conversation that he couldn’t understand. Alfred was listening to the Gegs with close attention, and the Hand kept close watch on Alfred’s face. He did not miss the man’s dismayed reaction over what was being said. The assassin ground his teeth, frustrated nearly to the point of madness. Their lives were dependent on a ten-cycle kid who, at this point, looked like he might very well burst into tears!