I really needed to get my nose into those old Annals hidden in that room where... Oh oh.
The Radisha had Guards and soldiers searching for Smoke systematically. One-Eye's confusion spells would not withstand so determined an effort. They could not confuse all the senses of that many men all the time.
She could not expect to find Smoke alive. She would just want to know what had become of him. I did not want her looking, though. She might find my books.
Stupid, stupid. I could have had Sleepy collect them while he was up there. If I had invested a little forethought and had done a little planning I could have had him kill several birds. I had to start thinking that way. We had no options to squander anymore.
The Radisha was closeted with the most powerful priests. Each time I visited Taglios, even if only one day had passed, it seemed the priests had gained influence while the wealthy merchants and manufacturers, many of whom owed their fortunes to the existence and efforts of the Company, had faded farther from favor. Unless they were priests clever enough to have used their positions to mercantile advantage during the development of the Taglian armies. It would be interesting to see how well the new bourgeoisie had been able to shed old ways of thinking as the ecclesiastical peril grew. Was there one native-born Taglian with balls big enough to respond?
The Radisha's effort to screw us had put her in bed with men she loathed and at odds with people who thought her way.
The meeting looked like another arm-twisting session. The priests wanted further concessions from the state in return for ecclesiastical support.
You could see the Radisha thinking that Lady had had the right idea when she massacred so many of their predecessors.
I was in a wicked mood. I dropped to a point beside the Woman's ear. "Boo!"
She jumped. She moved away and stared at the empty air, color gone from her face. The room fell silent. The priests looked troubled. They, too, had sensed something. It struck dark sparks of terror inside them. I tried an evil laugh. Some of that got through, too. I felt the black dread fill the room.
The Radisha shivered as if the temperature had dropped to midwinter.
It was already planting season around Taglios.
I whispered in the Radisha's ear, "Water sleeps." She did not catch that but did not need to to become more frightened.
It is a saying of my people. Even Water sleeps. But Enemy never rests.
Sarie was asleep when I reached the temple of Ghanghesha. Just enough light leaked into her room to show that she was there. I floated for a while, enjoying being near her. I did not disturb her. She needed her sleep.
Me, I was immune to that stuff.
Why was there any light at all?
The priests had placed a pair of lanterns outside Sahra's cell. Events the other night must have troubled them.
I had to be getting strong at reaching out of the ghostworld.
Was it a good idea to try? Did I want people all over the place knowing something was going on? It would not hurt to have them scared. Oh, no. But, on the other hand, they would take steps to mask all their deviltry.
I did a tour of the temple, seeking evidence of obvious attitude changes by the priests. I found nothing unusual, although the acolytes handling nighttime ceremonies were abnormally nervous. I went back to hover over my honey.
Damn, she was beautiful! Damn, it was going to be harder and harder not to mention my disappointment to Uncle Doj and Mother Gota. Hell. We might be getting to a time when raising questions would be appropriate. They were a long way from home. They had nowhere to ran.
Sarie opened her eyes. My anger melted away. Half a moment later she looked almost directly at me and smiled her wonderful smile. Fish and rice must be good for the teeth because she had the whitest, most perfect teeth I ever saw.
"Are you here, Mur? I feel you very close to me right now."
"I'm here," I said into her ear, with none of the wickedness I had shown the Radisha. Sarie probably did not catch any words but understood that she had gotten a response.
"I miss you a lot, Mur. I don't feel like I'm one of my own people anymore."
Because they will not let you be. Granny Hong Tray did not stay around to manage the results of her sybilline mutterings. Grandpa Ky Dam did not make it clear that Hong Tray's pronouncements were forever.
Of course, the present situation might be exactly what the old lady had had in mind. She never wrote anything down for me, either.
The best of the diviner breed are never wrong because they never set anything in stone.
The moment with Sarie faded without my acquiescence. She looked troubled, as though she sensed me withdrawing. I wriggled but could not hold my position.
Something back in the real world insisted on gaining my attention.
As I drifted out of Sarie's cell several priests invited themselves in. One demanded, "Who are you talking to, woman?"
"Ghosts," my darling replied, showing her sweetest smile.
80
At first I thought it must have been just the flake of flint biting my ass that had brought me back. That bastard hurt. But as I shuffled it out from under me I sensed movement against the starry background south of me. A voice inquired, "Are you awake now, Standardbearer?"
Sindawe. "No doubt about it. And I was having such a wonderful dream, too."
"Since the Old Man wants you to keep an eye on us I thought it would be useful if you saw what's happening." Unlike most Nar, Sindawe had a sense of humor. It included a major irreverence for authority, though he represented authority himself. He must have driven Mogaba to distraction back when they were best friends. Unless Mogaba started out the same way and grew out of it. A lot of sour old farts start out as all right guys.
I had to roll onto my hands and knees to find the leverage to get up. "Stiff as a log," I grumbled.
"Buy a better mattress."
"What I need is a better body. Like one that's about fifteen years younger. All right. What's going on?"
"Thought you'd want to see what's happening at the Shadowgate."
"Nothing bad, apparently, or you wouldn't be hunking around in the dark." There were no fires tonight. There were no other bold souls wandering around like Sindawe, either. But the most remarkable lack was that of flying fireballs. Over here. There was an occasional pop on the far side of Overlook.
Sindawe headed uphill, though that was not necessary. I could feel the Lance. It seemed to be awakening. I could see the sparks as the shadows tested my leather ropes. I sensed frustrated motion beyond the sparks.
I felt no fear at all.
Always before there had been fear anytime there were shadows near enough to be sensed.
The shadows grew more energetic. So did the sparks. They began to crackle and pop. The soldiers showed remarkable restraint. Not one man went bugfuck and sprayed the hillside with fireballs. They felt no fear, either. Or maybe they were just veteran enough to understand that you can fool yourself. Especially after a trial like last night.
The stupid and the nervous would be over yonder in that trench that the survivors had so grudgingly dug.
"Sky's clearing," I observed, maybe just for something to say. Over the rise ahead that was as clear as it was when my ghostwalks took me up above the clouds.
"Uhm." Sindawe seldom wasted words on small talk.
"Recognize any of those constellations?" I did not. It was like I was looking at a completely foreign sky.
"Too many stars to see any patterns."
"The Noose," said a voice from behind me. I started. I had heard no one come up. And I would not have expected this speaker to move quietly.