He seemed disturbed. Generally, he is a cold customer. “What is it?”
“She’s got one of her wild hairs.”
Oh, boy. “What?”
“Rust.”
“Oh yeah! Brilliant! Get it all over with fast! I thought that was just talk. I trust you tried to argue her out of it?”
You would think a man would grow accustomed to stench after having lived with it for years. But as we descended into the Hole my nose wrinkled and tightened. You just can’t keep a bunch of people stuffed in a pit without ventilation. We have precious little.
“I tried. She says, ‘Load the wagon. Let me worry about the mule being blind.’”
“She’s right most of the time.”
“She’s a damned military genius. But that don’t mean she can pull off any cockamamie scheme she dreams up. Some dreams are nightmares. Hell, Croaker. The Limper is out there.”
Which is where we started when we reached the conference room. Silent and I bore the brunt because we are Darling’s favorites. Seldom do I see such unanimity among my brethren. Even Goblin and One-Eye spoke with a single voice, and those two will fight over whether it is night or day with the sun at high noon.
Darling prowled like a caged beast. She had doubts. They nagged her.
“Two Taken in Rust,” I argued. “That’s what Corder said. One of them our oldest and nastiest enemy.”
“Break them and we will shatter their entire plan of campaign,” she countered.
“Break them? Girl, you’re talking about the Limper. I proved he is invincible before.”
“No. You proved that he will survive unless you are thorough. You might have burned him.”
Yeah. Or cut him into pieces and fed him to the fish, or given him a swim in a vat of acid or a dust bath in quicklime. But those things take time. We had the Lady herself coming down on us. We barely got away as it was.
“Assuming we can get there undetected-which I do not believe for a moment-and manage total surprise, how long before all the Taken get on us?” I signed vigorously, more angry than frightened. I never refuse Darling, ever. But this time I was ready.
Her eyes flashed. For the first time ever I saw her battle her temper. She signed, “If you will not accept orders you should not be here. I am not the Lady. I do not sacrifice pawns for small gain. I agree, there is great risk in this operation. But far less than you argue. With potential impact far greater than you suppose.”
“Convince me.”
“That I cannot do. If you are captured, you must not know.”
I was primed. “You just telling me that is enough for the Taken to get on a trail.” Maybe I was more scared than I could admit. Or maybe it was just an all-time case of the contraries.
“No,” she signed. There was something more, but she held it back.
Silent dropped a hand on my shoulder. He had given up. The Lieutenant joined him. “You’re overstepping yourself, Croaker.”
Darling repeated, “If you will not accept orders. Croaker, leave.”
She meant it. Really! I stood with mouth open, stunned.
“All right!” I stamped out. I went to my quarters, shuffled those obstinate old papers and, of course, found not a damned thing new.
They left me alone for a while. Then Elmo came. He did not announce himself. I just glanced up and found him leaning against the door frame. By then I was half ashamed of my performance. “Yeah?”
“Mail call,” he said, and tossed me another of those oilskin packets.
I snapped it out of the air. He departed without explaining its appearance. I placed it on my worktable, wondered. Who? I knew no one in Oar.
Was it some sort of trick?
The Lady is patient and clever. I would not put past her some grand maneuver using me.
I guess I must have thought about it an hour before, reluctantly, I opened the packet.
Fourteen
The story of Bomanz
Croaker:
Bomanz and Tokar stood in one corner of the shop. “What do you think?” Bomanz asked. “Bring a good price?”
Tokar stared at the piece de resistance of Bomanz’s new TelleKurre collection, a skeleton in perfectly restored armor. “It’s marvelous, Bo. How did you do it?”
“Wired the joints together. See the forehead jewel? I’m not up on Domination heraldry, but wouldn’t a ruby mean somebody important?”
“A king. That would be the skull of King Broke.”
“His bones, too. And armor.”
“You’re rich, Bo. I’ll just take a commission on this one. A wedding present to the family. You took me serious when I said come up with something good.”
“The Monitor confiscated the best. We had Shapeshifter’s armor.”
Tokar had brought helpers this trip, a pair of hulking gorilla teamsters. They were carrying antiques to wagons outside. Their back-and-forth made Bomanz nervous.
“Really? Damn! I’d give my left arm for that.”
Bomanz spread his hands apologetically. “What could I do? Besand keeps me on a short leash. Anyway, you know my policy. I’m stretching it to deal with a future daughter-in-law’s brother.”
“How’s that?”
Stuck my foot in it now, Bomanz thought. He ploughed ahead. “Besand has heard you’re a Resurrectionist. Stance and I are getting a hard time.”
“Now that’s sick. I’m sorry, Bo. Resurrectionist! I shot my mouth off once, years ago, and said even the Dominator would be better for Oar than our clown Mayor. One stupid remark! They never let you forget. It’s not enough that they hounded my father into an early grave. Now they have to torment me and my friends.”
Bomanz had no idea what Tokar was talking about. He would have to ask Stance. But it reassured him; which was all he really wanted.
“Tokar, keep the profits from this lot. For Stance and Glory. As my wedding present. Have they set a date?”
“Nothing definite. After his sabbatical and thesis. Come winter, I guess. Thinking about coming down?”
“Thinking about moving back to Oar. I don’t have enough fight left to break in a new Monitor.”
Tokar chuckled. “Probably won’t be much call for Domination artifacts after this summer anyway. I’ll see if I can find you a place. You do work like the king here, you won’t have trouble making a living.”
“You really like it? I was thinking about doing his horse, too.” Bomanz felt a surge of pride in his craftsmanship.
“Horse? Really? They buried his horse with him?”
“Armor and all. I don’t know who put the TelleKurre in the ground, but they didn’t loot. We’ve got a whole box of coins and jewelry and badges.”
“Domination coinage? That’s hotter than hot. Most of it was melted down. A Domination coin in good shape can bring fifty times its metal value.”
“Leave King Whosis here. I’ll put his horse together for him. Pick him up next trip.”
“I won’t be long, either. I’ll unload and zip right back. Where’s Stance, anyway? I wanted to say hello.” Tokar waved one of those leather wallets.
“Glory?”
“Glory. She ought to write romances. Going to break me, buying paper.”
“He’s out to the dig. Let’s go. Jasmine! I’m taking Tokar out to the dig.”
During the walk Bomanz kept glancing over his shoulder. The comet was now so bright it could be seen, barely, by day. “Going to be one hell of a sight when it peaks out,” he predicted.
“I expect so.” Tokar’s smile made Bomanz nervous. I’m imagining, he told himself.
Stancil used his back to open the shop door. He dumped a load of weapons. “We’re getting mined out, Pop. Pretty much all common junk last night.”
Bomanz twisted a strand of copper wire, wriggled out of the framework supporting the horse skeleton. “Then let Men fu take over. Not much more room here anyway.”
The shop was almost impassable. Bomanz would not have to dig for years, were that his inclination.