She deserved it. She looked damned good. Very damned good. Black and tight both became her. She had the body to pull it off.
Our guides led us to a barracks and stable. The barracks part had been maintained but not used for a long time. It seemed we were supposed to make ourselves at home. All right.
Our guides did a fade while we were checking the place out.
"Well," Goblin said. "Bring on the dancing girls."
There were no dancing girls. There was not a lot of anything else either, unless you count apparent indifference. I had everybody stick tight the rest of the day, but nothing happened. We had been shelved and forgotten. Next morning I turned loose our two most recent recruits, along with One-Eye and Wheezer, on a mission meant to find a barge that would take us down the river.
"You just sent the fox to get a new latch for the chicken coop," Goblin protested. "You should've sent me along to keep him honest."
Otto busted out laughing.
I grinned but kept the rest inside. "You aren't brown enough to get by out there, little buddy."
"Oh, horse hockey. You bothered to look outside since we got here? There's white folks around, Fearless Leader."
Hagop said, "He's right, Croaker. Ain't a lot of them, but I seen a few."
"Where the hell did they come from?" I muttered, going to the door. Sparkle and Candles got out of my way. They were there to ambush any surprise unwanted guests. I went outside and leaned against the whitewashed wall, chewed a piece of horse sorrel I plucked from the edge of the street.
Yeah. The boys were right. There were a pair of whites, an old man and a twenty-fivish woman, skulking down the way. They made a production of being indifferent to me while everyone else gawked.
"Goblin. Get your tail out here."
He stumped outside, sulky. "Yeah?"
"Take a discreet look down there. You see an old man and a younger woman?"
"White?"
"Yes."
"I see them. So what?"
"Ever seen them before?"
"At my age everybody looks like somebody I've seen before. But we've never been in this part of the world. So maybe they look like somebody we seen somewhere else. She does, anyway."
"Hunh. Other way around for me. Something about the way he moves rings alarms."
Goblin plucked his own horse sorrel. I watched. When I looked back the odd couple were gone. Headed our way were three black guys who looked like trouble on the hoof. "Gods. I didn't know they made them that big."
Goblin muttered, stared past them. He wore a puzzled frown. He cocked his head like he was having trouble hearing.
The three big guys marched up, stopped. One started talking. I did not understand a word. "No spikee, pal. Try another lingo."
He did. I did not get any of that, either. He shrugged and checked his buddies. One of them tried a clicky tongue.
"You lose again, guys."
The biggest broke into a ferocious dance of frustration. His buddies gabbled. And Goblin wandered away on me without a fare-thee-well Croaker. I caught a glimpse of his back as he scooted into a passage between buildings.
Meantime, my new friends decided I was deaf or stupid. They yelled at me, slowly. Which brought Sparkle and Candles outside, followed by the others. The three big guys cussed each other some more and decided to go away.
"What was that all about?" Hagop asked.
"You got me."
Goblin came trooping back wearing a big smug frog grin.
"I'm amazed," I said. "I figured I was going to lose a week while I hunted down the local hoosegow and sold my soul to dig you out."
He put on a show of being hurt. He squeaked, "I thought I saw your girlfriend sneaking off. I just went to check."
"Judging by your smugness, you did see her."
"Sure did. And I saw her meet up with your old man and his fluff."
"Yeah? Let's go inside and give it a think."
I checked around in there just to make sure Goblin was not seeing things. Lady was gone, sure enough.
What the hell?
One-Eye and his crew came strutting in late that afternoon. One-Eye smirked like a cat with feathers in his whiskers. Geek and Freak lugged a big closed basket between them. Wheezer hacked and chewed and smiled like there was big mischief afoot and he maybe had a big hand in it.
Goblin jumped up from a nap with a squawk of protest before One-Eye got started. "You get right on back out that door with that whatever-it-is, Buzzard Breath. Before I turn that spider's nest you call a brain into toys for tumblebugs."
One-Eye did not give him a look. "Check this out, Croaker. You ain't going to believe what I found."
The boys set the basket down and popped the lid.
"I probably won't," I agreed. I snuck up on that basket, expecting a gross of cobras, or something such. What I saw was a pint-sized ringer for Goblin... Better say demitasse-sized, since Goblin is not much more than a half-pint himself. "What the hell is it? Where'd it come from?"
One-Eye stared at Goblin. "I been asking myself that for years." He had the biggest "Gottcha!" grin I ever saw.
Goblin howled like a leopardess in heat, started making mystical passes. His fingers raked furrows of fire out of the air.
Even I ignored him. "What is it?"
"It's an imp, Croaker. An honest-to-god imp. Don't you know an imp when you see one?"
"No. Where'd it come from?" I was not sure I wanted to know, knowing One-Eye.
"Heading down to the river we come on this little bunch of shops around an outdoor bazaar where they got all kinds of neat stuff for wizards, fortune-tellers, spirit talkers, Ouija workers, and such. And right there in the window of this dinky hole-in-the-wall shop, just begging for a new home, was this little guy. I couldn't resist. Say hello to the Captain, Frogface."
The imp piped, "Hello to the Captain, Frogface." It giggled just like Goblin, in a higher voice.
"Jump on out of there, bitty buddy," One-Eye said. The imp popped into the air as if shot up. One-Eye chortled. He caught it by a foot and stood there with it dangling head down like a toddler with a doll. He eyeballed Goblin, who was positively apoplectic, so fussed he could not go on with the magical funny business he had started.
One-Eye dropped the imp. It flipped and landed on its feet, sped across and stared up at Goblin like a young bastard having a sudden epiphany about the identity of its sire. It did cartwheels back to One-Eye, said, "I'm going to like it here with you guys."
I snagged One-Eye by the collar and lifted him off the floor. "What about the damned boat?" I shook him a little. "I sent you out to hire a goddamned boat, not to buy talking knick-knacks." It was one of those flashes of rage that last about three seconds, rare for me but usually strong enough to let me make an ass of myself.
My father had them a lot. When I was little I would hide under the table for the minute or so they took to pass.
I set One-Eye down. Looking amazed, he told me, "I found one, all right? Pulls out day after tomorrow, at first light. I couldn't get an exclusive charter because we couldn't afford anything big enough to haul us and the animals and coaches if that was all the barge would be carrying. I ended up making a deal."
The imp Frogface was behind Wheezer, clinging to and peeking around his leg like a frightened child—though I got the feeling it was laughing at us. "All right. I apologize for blowing up. Tell me about the deal."
"This is only good to what they call the Third Cataract, understand. That's a place eight hundred sixty miles down that a boat can't get past. There's about an eight-mile portage, then you have to hire passage again."
"To the Second Cataract, no doubt."
"Sure. Anyway, we can get the long first leg free, with food and fodder provided, if we serve as guards on this commercial barge."