"That's all true. But I didn't bring anything away from that. Except a few new scars and the rags on my back."
"What we need to know then is has Soulcatcher been looking for the Key?"
"We don't know for sure. But she does fly down south occasionally and patrols the old ground like she's looking for something." We knew that, courtesy of Murgen. Though till now, her behavior had made no sense.
"So who else could've snatched this prize?" One-Eye did not press Gota for any information. The way to get around Gota was to ignore her. In time, she would insist that she be noticed.
I remembered a pale, ragged little girl who, though just four years old, had seemed ageless, silent and patient, confidently unfrightened by her captivity. The Daughter of Night. She never spoke to me once. She acknowledged my existence only when she had to, because if she irritated me too much, I might take all of what little food Soulcatcher allowed us. I should have strangled her then. But at that time I did not know who she was.
At that time I was having trouble remembering who I was. Soulcatcher had drugged me and gone down inside me and found half what made me me, then had tried being me in order to infiltrate the Company. I still wonder how well she really knows me. Certainly I do not want her to find out that I survived the Kiaulune wars. She might have the emotional weapons to crush me.
"Narayan came to get the Daughter of Night," I mused aloud. "But I caught only glimpses of him. An extremely skinny little man in a filthy loincloth who didn't look anything like the terrible monster he was supposed to be. It didn't occur to me it was him till I realized I wasn't going to be released, too. Since I couldn't see what they were doing, I don't know if they took anything with them. Murgen, you saw them then. I have it written down that you did. Did they take anything away that might have been this key?"
"I don't know. Believe it or not, you really do miss some things out here." He seemed piqued.
I realized I had not bothered to hear what he had to report. I asked.
"Not much useful," Sahra told me, cutting Murgen off before he could retell everything from the beginning.
"Can you find them now?" I foresaw trouble. There was an unwilling connection to Kina. If the dark goddess was stirring again, he would have to be careful not to attract divine attention. "We have these priorities regarding the Daughter of Night: Kill her. Failing that: Kill her sidekick. Failing that: Make sure she can't copy the Books of the Dead, which I'm sure she'll start doing again as soon as she develops a reliable connection with Kina. Finally: Recapture anything she and Singh might have carried off when Narayan rescued her."
One-Eye stopped nodding off long enough to clap his hands lazily. "Tear 'em up, Little Girl. Tear 'em up."
"Sarky old reprobate." One-Eye snickered.
Goblin said, "You want another angle, find out from your library pals who makes bound blank books. Go to them and find out who's ordered some recently. Or bribe them to let you know when anybody does."
"Gosh," I said. "Somebody who actually uses his brain to think. The delight of the world is that its wonders never cease. Where the devil did Murgen go?"
Sahra said, "You just told him to find Narayan Singh and the Daughter of Night."
"I didn't mean right this second. I wanted to know if he found out anything about Chandra Gokhale we can use."
"Pressure getting to you, Little Girl?" One-Eye's tone was so sweet I wanted to pop him. "Relax. Now's the time when you don't want to force anything."
A couple of men from the duty crew, Runmust Singh and a Shadowlander dubbed Kendo Cutter by his squad mates, invited themselves into the staff meeting. Kendo reported, "There's all kinds of screaming going on out there tonight. I sent out word everybody should hole up someplace where there's plenty of light."
Sahra said, "The shadows are hunting."
I said, "We'll be all right here. But just to be safe, Goblin, why don't you make the rounds with Kendo and Runmust? We don't want any surprise. Sahra, will Soulcatcher let the shadows run completely wild?"
"To make her point? You're the Annalist. What do the books say about her?"
"They say she's capable of anything. She has no connection with the humanity of anyone else. It must be very lonely to be her."
"What?"
"We agree our next target should be Chandra Gokhale?"
Sahra eyed me oddly. That had been decided already. Unless some better opportunity fell into our laps, we would eliminate the Inspector-General, without whom the tax system and the bureaucratic side of government would stumble and stagger. He also seemed the most vulnerable of our enemies. And his removal would leave the Radisha more isolated than ever, cut off by the Protector on one hand, the priests on the other, and unable to turn anywhere because she was the Radisha, the Princess unapproachable, in some respects a demi-goddess.
It had to be lonely to be her, too.
Subtlety and finesse.
I asked, "What did we do today to frighten the world?" Then I realized that I knew the answer. It had been part of the plan for capturing Swan. All the brotherhood would have avoided any risks. Tonight there would be shows from buttons previously planted. There would be more again tomorrow night. Smoke-and-light shows proclaiming "Water sleeps," or "My brother unforgiven," or "All their days are numbered." There would be more, somewhere, every evening from now on.
Sahra mused, "Someone who wasn't one of us brought in another prayer wheel and mounted it on a memorial post outside the north entrance. It hadn't been noticed yet when I left."
"Same message?"
"I presume."
"That's scary. That could be a potent one. Rajadharma."
"It has the Radisha thinking already. That monk burning himself definitely got her attention."
Story of my life. Here I spend months working out every tiny detail of a marvelous plan and I get upstaged by a lunatic with a fire fetish.
"So those Bhodi nuts found a good message. You think we could steal some of their thunder?"
One-Eye chuckled evilly.
"What?" I demanded.
"Sometimes I amaze myself."
Goblin, about to leave with Runmust and Kendo, observed, "You been amazed at yourself for two hundred years. Mainly 'cause nobody else bothers to get interested in insects."
"You better not go to sleep any time soon, Frogface—"
"Gentlemen?" Sahra said. Gently. Yet she grabbed the attention of both wizards. "Can we stick to business? I need some sleep."
"Absolutely!" Goblin said. "Absolutely! If the old fart has an idea, let's get it out here before it dies of loneliness."
"You may continue your assignment."
Goblin stuck out his tongue but left.
"Amaze the rest of us, One-Eye," I suggested. I did not want him dozing off before he shared his wisdom.
"Next time one of those Bhodi loons lights himself up, we have the smoke and flames carry our message. ‘Water Sleeps.' And a new one I thunk up, ‘Nor Even Death Destroy.' You got to admit, that's got a nice religious ring to it."
"Indeed," I agreed. "What the heck does it mean?"
"Little Girl, don't you start in on me."
The ghost of evils past whispered, "I found them."
Murgen was back.
I did not ask who. "Where?"
"The Thieves' Garden."
"Chor Bagan? The Greys have it under siege."
And they were still serious about getting the place cleaned out, Murgen said.
17
Sahra wakened me well before dawn, which is not my best time of day. When I opted for a military career, we were besieged in my hometown. I just knew that once we got out of there, we would sleep till noon, we would eat fresh food all the time and there would be plenty of it and never, ever, would we have to go out in the rain again. In the meantime, I took the best I could get, which was the Black Company during the siege, with the water fifty feet deep. The only thing resembling fresh food was the long pig Mogaba and his Nar friends were enjoying. Unless you counted the occasional lame rat or slow-witted crow.