"Stuff it." I rolled me over and saw about a square foot of raggedy-ass canvas peeking out of the rubble pile. I had me a stroke of cunning. I stood up, dusted me off, and sat back down. They went back to their sniffing around. I dug the thing out, decided it was somebody's backpack, then decided it might be why our villain had made a stand here when all he really needed to do was duck through that hole and leave the soldiers sucking dust.
"What have you got there?" Raven yelled when he noticed. Bomanz didn't say nothing but his beady little eyes lit right up.
They caught on quick. Raven wanted to open the pack right there. Bomanz told him, "This isn't the place. Anybody could come along."
Raven thought about sneaking into the building the killer had used to make his getaway. Great idea, only somebody had boarded up the hole from inside. "Guess we might as well take it back to the temple," he said.
The soldiers were waiting for us at the end of the alley. There were a dozen of them and they were ready for trouble. We would've walked right into them if we hadn't had a tame wizard along to sniff them out.
We backed off to talk. Bomanz supposed all the exits from the maze of alleys would be covered by now. Pretty soon they would come in after us. He could get us out right now but that would take so much flash and show it would get Exile all twisted out of shape.
"Over the rooftops, then," Raven said. Like it was obvious and easy.
"Great idea. But I'm an old man. Sneaking up on five hundred. A wizard, not a monkey."
"Give him the pack, Case. He can cover his own butt and get it home to Mama. We'll play tag with the soldiers."
"Say what? Oh. Yeah. Sure. You're the guy with style.
You play tag with them." But I took the pack off. Bomanz wiggled into it. It was too big for him.
Softly, he told me, "Don't take silly chances. She'll want you to come back."
Chills up the spine, and some more thoughts about what kind of a crazy man was I, being here in the first place. Potato farming never looked so good.
I don't know if Raven heard. He didn't give no sign. We went off and found a way up to the roofs, which was a crazy country of steep pitches, flats, chimneys, slate, copper, tile, thatch, and shingle. Like no two builders ever used the same materials. We stumbled and clunked around and did our damnedest to fall off and break a head or a leg, but something always got in the way.
I might have been better off if I'd busted my bean.
For a while it didn't look like hunking around on the roofs was going to do no good. Whenever we took a peek to see if it was safe, there was some soldiers hanging out. But just when I asked Raven, "How do you like pigeon? 'Cause it looks like we're going to spend the rest of our lives up here," some kind of hoorah broke out back about where we left the old wizard and every soldier in sight headed that way.
I said, "That silly sack probably did something subtle like turn somebody into a toad."
"Must you always be negative, Case?" Raven was having him a good time.
"Me? Negative? The gods forfend! I've never had a negative thought in my life. Where did you get a notion like that?"
"It's clear. Drop on down there."
On down there was a two-story fall to a rough cobblestone landing. "You're shitting me."
"No."
"Then you go first so I can land on you."
"You are in a contrary mood, aren't you? Go on."
"No, thank you. I'll just go find me a place where I can climb down."
Maybe I crowded it a little. He gave me a nasty look and said, "All right. You do what you have to do. But I'm not going to hang around waiting for you to catch up." He rolled over the edge of the roof, hung down, kicked out, let go.
I know he done it just to give me some shit. And he got what he asked for, showing off. He sprained an ankle. When he slowed down cussing and fussing enough, I told him, "You hang on right there. I'll be there in a minute."
I wasn't, of course.
I cut across a couple roofs and found a way to climb down into the street parallel to the one where I left Raven. I hitched up my pants and headed around the corner into the nearest cross street—and ran smack into a whole gang of gray boys.
Their sergeant laughed. "God damnl Here's one so eager he came running."
I guess I didn't react too well. I just stood there gawking for about five seconds too long. When my feet finally decided it was time to get moving it was too late. There was five of them around me. They had nightsticks and mean grins. They meant business. The sergeant told me, "Fall in with the rest of the recruits, soldier."
I eyeballed about ten numb-looking guys in a bunch, most of them looking the worse for wear. "What is this bullshit?"
He chuckled. "You just enlisted. Second Battalion, Second Regiment, Oar Home Defense Forces."
"Like hell."
"You want to argue about it?"
I looked at his buddies. They were ready. And I wasn't going to get no help from the other "recruits." "Not right now. We'll talk it over later, one-on-one." I gave him my best imitation of Raven's I'm-going-to-make-a-necklace-out-of-your-toes look. He got the idea.
He wanted to try some bluster but he just said, "Fall in. And don't give us no shit. We ain't no more excited about this than you are."
So that was how I got me back into the army.
LV
Raven waited awhile, then, troubled, hobbled around looking for Case. He didn't find a trace. Case might have stepped off the edge of the earth.
He could spend hours in a futile search that would keep him at risk himself or he could go home and have Silent and Bomanz hunt the easy way.
The pain in his ankle had awakened the old pain in his hip, so that he was stove up in both legs and moved with the spry-ness of an eighty-year-old arthritic. It was no time for heroics.
He had no trouble entering the temple, reaching the tower, and getting upstairs. Except from his own body. Someone up top had been watching. Silent covered his progress with a curtain of gentle, selective blindness.
Bomanz got after him before he got through the door. "Where's Case? What happened?"
"I don't know. He disappeared. How about you do something for this ankle while I tell it?" He settled with his back against a wall, leg outthrust. He told what there was to tell.
Bomanz poked, prodded, and twisted. Raven winced. The wizard said, "Not much I can do but kill the pain. Silent? You know more about healing than I do."
Silent paused in his translation for Darling, moved in on the ankle without enthusiasm. Bomanz puttered around, muttering, "Got to come up with something of his he had long enough to make his own." Grumble, grumble, paw through Case's few possessions, come up with his journal. "This ought to do it." He shuffled into a corner and went to mumbling and twitching.
Silent did not do much more for Raven's ankle than Bomanz had. The pain was gone but it still did not want to work right when Raven put his weight on it. He wasn't going to win any footraces for a few days.
Everyone waited tensely for Bomanz. No one expressed the common fear, that Case had been caught by Exile's soldiers.
Bomanz finally looked up. "I need the city map."
Silent got it from Darling. Bomanz fussed over it a minute before saying, "He's somewhere in this area."
Raven said, "That's that open area where the windwhale dropped us."
"Yes."
"What the hell is he doing out there?"
"How should I know? Somebody maybe better go out there and find out. Aw, hell! Me and my big mouth." Darling had pointed at him, clicked her tongue, and winked. He was elected.
Raven closed his eyes, relaxed for a few minutes, letting the tension and aches fade. Then he asked, "What was in the pack?"