ever. Additional soldiers patrolled the sides of the road, guiding their oxen between gaggles of Notouch. They probably had specific orders to look for him. He couldn't believe that the new masters of Narroways wouldn't be interested in the King's Skyman.
For a moment he considered leaving the city to its fate and making his way down to the Lif marshes alone to meet Cor. But night was closing in behind him and he not only had no tent or blanket to help stave off the cold, he had no supplies for what could turn out to be a multiple-day journey. Even if he could make it to the marshes, once Cor brought him to the Notouch, he had no tangible authority, and no power to intimidate, except for the gun at his side. Although the Notouch were supposed to obey whoever gave them orders, recent experience had taught him that this was not always what happened. Cor had left him still stating confidently that the Notouch would be amenable to friendly persuasion. But would Empty Cups lie to her own family about the state she'd left Broken Trail in? Jay frowned. Whatever else they had or did not have in their genetic makeup, even the Notouch had a drive for self-preservation. Without a threat that was more tangible than die unknown nightmare in Chamber One, they might very well decide to run away from Cor rather than go along with her.
Then there was Cor herself. Jay suppressed a sigh. Her resolve was wavering. If there were too many more assaults on her sense of what was right and just, she might just do something foolish. He had to make sure he could deal with Stone in the Wall's family without Cor's help if it became necessary.
I've got to at least get some supplies, whether I have to beg, borrow, or steal them. Maybe die fighting's not quite over yet in there. If I can find one of Silver's staff, or even a sympathetic Bondless…
Wrapping his hopes around him, Jay crept away from the road and toward the one entrance to the city that might not be guarded.
The wall around Narroways was solidly built of quarried stone and mortar, but it was breached in a number of places to create gutters and drainage ditches. Filthy water flowed into trenches and away down the slope toward the distant marshes. Jay made his way forward on hands and knees, with one eye on the city walls. No soldiers paced along the tops, and he took courage. Maybe First City hadn't quite secured the place yet. If Silver was still free to fight, she might still be free to help him.
The idea helped harden his nerve as he crawled the last few meters to the foot of the city wall.
Climbing through the drainage hole was only a little more unpleasant than Jay imagined it would be. He came up drenched and filthy, but only slightly more so than he had been. As such, he matched the rest of the population in the muddy streets. He stepped carefully through the crowds, keeping his hands well hidden under his cloak and casting furtive glances around himself.
That also seemed to match the rest of the inhabitants. They weren't walking, they were scuttling. Everyone clustered together in groups of three or more. Even the young men walked swiftly with wary eyes and hands hidden under their wraps.
Hoofbeats and rhythmic footsteps sounded on the cobblestones. A troop of the green-and-beige soldiers marched in a ragged column down the middle of the street, with yet more soldiers on oxen following behind. Jay let the crowd press him back against the rough wall of a house.
A blob of mud flew through the air and smacked against the face of one of the cavalry. The soldier shouted and swung himself off his ox, diving into the crowd after the offender. He managed to grab hold of someone, and with ugly-sounding shouts, the soldier dragged a squirming figure out into the street. Jay sidled toward the corner of the house. Stones flew now and shouts accompanied them. The troop leader drew his ax and it flashed in the air. Jay's fingers found the edge of the wall and let the press of the crowd back him into the narrow alleyway beyond it. The shouts between the soldiers and bystanders were getting louder. All Jay could see was a writhing blur made up of people's backs. Somebody screamed. Metal clashed. Jay turned away from the noises and ran.
Darkness hit.
All at once the world was puddles of greasy orange-and-gold light. Jay tripped over the uneven cobbles. The wind gusted over some wall or the other and Jay shivered. The temperature was already beginning to drop. He glanced up and saw the solid night sky, the Black Wall, and he cursed himself for not having checked the cloud cover while he had the chance. In Narroways' perpetual stench, it was impossible for him to smell rain coming, which at night was likely to become an ice storm without warning.
He had to find shelter. Jay blundered forward, squinting up at doorways and trying to figure out what section of the city he was in.
He stumbled around a corner and into a flood of torchlight.
"Name yourself!" shouted someone overhead.
Jay squinted up at what his dazzled eyes resolved into a pile of overturned sledges, loose stones, and bent metal that barricaded the entire street. A figure, black and unidentifiable against the light, held up a javelin, evidently ready to throw it down if Jay gave the wrong answer.
Jay swallowed hard and had to forcibly stop himself from saying the Fourth Grace for hope.
"Messenger!" shouted another voice. It took a confused moment for Jay to realize it was Heart of the Seablade.
A rattle sounded from behind the barricade and metal grated against metal. A pool of oily yellow light fell across the muddy street as an anonymous pair of human shadows lifted away a section of the barricade. As soon as a big enough space opened, Jay ducked inside.
The area behind the barricade was a maze of streets that in the vague lamplight looked just like the streets on the other side. Lumps of shadow Jay guessed were sentries moved on the rooftops.
"Messenger." Heart strode out of the shadows and clasped Jay's hand. "I hoped you would find your way back to us."
"Thank you." And for once, Jay felt close to meaning it. "I just hope the King shares your sentiments."
"I don't know." Heart shook his head. "She is pleased to have me on her side because I am power-gifted, but she's not ready to take a Seablade of any standing into her counsels."
"I need to get to her as soon as I can." A fresh wind gusted down the alley and Jay shuddered again. "But first I need some food, if there is any."
Heart nodded. "Come with…"
"Garismit's Eyes!" screamed somebody. "Oh, Nameless Powers preserve me!"
A clear white glow washed across them, making their shadows stand out against the muck and cobblestones. Jay jerked his head up. The world was ablaze with clean light. A great sphere of pure light shone over the whole night-shrouded city. A silver line descended from the Black Wall, lowering a star that burned without heat into the center of the city.
Jay saw the tether and he knew who was inside the sphere.
No, he thought as horror and irrational anger washed through him. No. Not yet. I'm not ready yet!
Voices, screams, sobs, ecstasies sounded on all sides.
"The Nameless! The Nameless Powers have returned."
The superstitious logic took a minute to filter into Jay's mind. The stars were the eyes of the Nameless and here came a star to the center of the city. Of course it was the Nameless. Of course.
The Unifiers had landed under cover of night on the salt flats surrounding the Dead Sea. No doubt the contraband runners had done something similar. No sense in alarming the natives any more than necessary. But calm was not what the Vitae wanted. They wanted awe. They wanted their due as the children of the Ancestors.
"Clever, clever," he whispered. "Descend like the gods, oh you humble Vitae who only wanted a home for yourselves." He squinted into the light, trying to see how their transport had been hitched to the tether that had, no doubt, been on its way down for days.