Shivering, Tully nodded. "If I knew what we was going to go through I would've said screw the spike."
"The big hit, man. I guess when you think about it it wasn't never that easy for nobody that ever made it."
"Yeah. What I did, I never thought it through. Or I would've figured the world would go crazy. I would've figured there'd be just a whole mob of them who'd kill anybody and do anything to get ahold of it. What the hell is wrong with this beer? It's got a kick like a mouse."
"Better enjoy it." Fish appeared out of nowhere. He had a haggard, harried look. He joined them. "It might be the last beer in town." He slumped, wrung out. "I've done what I can. All we can do is wait. And hope."
Smeds asked, "What's going on out there? With the soldiers."
"They're rounding up Rebels. They're going to execute a big bunch in the morning. That ought to set off the explosion that will break the city wide open."
"What if it don't?" Tully asked.
"Then we're screwed. Sooner or later they'll get us. Process of elimination.' Fish stole a sip of Smeds's beer. "Cheer up. They're between us and the cholera. Maybe it'll get them before they get us."
"Shit!"
"We ought to get some sleep."
"You kidding?"
"We ought to try. We ought, at least, to get out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind, as they say."
Smeds fell asleep in about two minutes.
He was not sure what wakened him. The sun was up. So were Tully and Fish. Up and out of there. Something made him start shivering. He went to the common room. It was empty.
It hit him as he crossed to the door.
The silence.
The morning was as still as the grave. But for his footsteps he would have feared he was deaf. The door groaned as he opened it.
Everyone stood in the street, looking toward the center of Oar, waiting for something.
The wait was short.
Smeds felt it in the earth before it reached his ears, a monster vibration pursued by an avalanche of rage, a roar almost like a blow.
Fish told him, "They started the executions. I was afraid they would chicken out."
The roar grew louder, rolled closer, as an entire city, in a moment, decided that it had had enough of tyranny and oppression.
The wave came into the street outside the Skull and Crossbones. The people reeled with it.
Then mothers began herding children inside. Men began moving toward city center, in a rage for death, few of them armed because the repeated searches by the grays had turned up most of the privately held weapons. They had confiscated everything but the personal knife.
Smeds decided he must be getting old and cynical. He hadn't the slightest urge to get involved.
Neither did Fish. Tully twitched for a moment, then stood fast.
Many of the men in the street did the same. The rage was like the cholera. Not everyone had it yet. But both would claim many more before they subsided.
Fish got Smeds and Tully inside the Skull and Cross-bones and sat them down. "We don't move. We let the rumors come to us. If they turn favorable enough we'll head for the wall whenever it looks like we've got a chance to get out. Smeds, go put yourself a pack together. Stuff you'll need to travel."
Tully whispered, "What about the spike?"
"It can take care of itself."
"Where the hell is it, anyway?"
"Smeds, go pack. I don't know, Tully. I don't want to know. All I care is, Smeds found a place so good nobody else has found it."
Smeds felt Tully's angry stare as he moved away.
The first flurry of rumors spoke more eloquently of human savagery than it did of human nobility.
Despite knowing the mob was in an ugly mood, the regiment handling the executions had been caught off balance by the violence of the outburst following the first execution. They were swamped by the responding fury. Eight hundred died before panicky reinforcements, in no good order, arrived. Several thousand civilians and several hundred more soldiers died before it broke up. The fleeing citizens took a fair supply of arms with them.
Small-to-medium-sized riots bubbled up all over Oar, anywhere the grays appeared weak.
A mob tried to storm the Civil Palace. They were driven off but they left several fires burning, the worst of which raged out of control for hours.
A huge mob attacked the regiment that had moved in to beef up protection of the South Gate. Many captured weapons surfaced there. The mob overwhelmed the regiment but failed to flush the gate guards and failed to take the top of the wall. Archers posted there soon dispersed them.
Fish did not let Tully or Smeds go out once.
Come nightfall the situation grew both more chaotic and more sinister. The hard-pressed soldiers began to lose discipline, to indulge in indiscriminate slaughter. Youths got out and set fires, vandalized, looted. Individuals pursued private feuds. And the world's densest population of wizards decided to become involved. Decided to gang up and eliminate their toughest competitor.
They rallied a mob and went after Gossamer and Spider-silk. This time the attackers broke through. They exterminated the bodyguard force. One of the twins was injured, maybe killed. The entire center of the city seemed to be afire. And total madness spread with the news. It got so it seemed everyone in the city was trying to murder someone else.
The crowd of wizards turned on one another.
Chaos had not trespassed much in the neighborhood of the Skull and Crossbones earlier. But now it came creeping in with a crash and a clash and a scream.
Smeds said, "We got to get out of here."
Fish surprised him by agreeing. "You're right. Before it gets impossible. Let's grab our stuff."
Tully was too worn out to do anything but go along.
The other hangers-on watched them dully as they slipped out. Half an hour later, without serious misadventure, they had established themselves in the dark murk of a partly collapsed basement barely a hundred yards from the place where Timmy Locan had died.
The madness had no hunger for that part of Oar already gnawed to the bone by the Limper's passage.
LII
Bomanz was bad worried. "There's no limit to the insanity out there. If they keep on they'll continue till there's only one man left standing."
Raven cracked, "Let's make sure that's us."
We had hidden ourselves in the bell tower of an old temple less than a bow shot from the Civil Palace. If I wanted I could peek out and watch the place burn. We didn't let anybody know where we were going to hide out. So far, thanks to the old wizard, nobody had tripped over us.
"You think it's the spike's fault?" I asked.
"Its influence. And the more evil done around it, the thicker the miasma of madness will get."
So why weren't we busting our knuckles on somebody?
Darling was upset about what was happening. Far as I could tell, she was the only one. The rest of us was just scared of it, just wanted to stay out of the way till it burned itself out.
She would have done something if she could.
I asked, "So what we going to do? Sit?" I was thinking how the craziness must have ruined the quarantine on the cholera area.
"You got a better idea?" Raven asked.
"No."
Them that had gone out looking the other night hadn't found nothing. Only good thing turned out to be I got to spend a couple hours talking to Darling without Silent and Raven giving me the evil eye.
"But I feel like the buzzard who got so tired of waiting for something to die he went to thinking about killing something."
Bomanz said, "We need to decide what to do if there's a breakout. You can bet if there is the people who know about the spike will be the first ones gone."
"Everyone will know if it starts moving, won't they?"