The Amnesian Hero glanced over the dead githyanki. 'I know that I had disabled these warriors.' His voice was hard with reproach. 'There was no reason to kill them.'
'There was reason-good reason.' Jayk stopped at the back of the alley and flashed a smile. 'Besides, life, she is only an illusion.'
'Illusion or not, there's no glory in killing helpless foes.' The Amnesian Hero fixed her with a stony glare. 'It's better to let them live, so they can describe the battle and sing your fame.'
'Pah! Fame is delusion.'
'To those who lack it, perhaps.' The Thrasson picked up his amphora and gestured up the alley. 'Let's go. You promised to show me to the Lady of Pain.'
'No. It is better to hide here.' She waved at the back of the alley, where the razorvine was so dense it hid the walls of the surrounding buildings. 'If someone comes because of the fighting, they will not look for us in there.'
The Thrasson scowled. 'There's no use stalling. If you lied to me…'
Jayk raised a hand. 'I do not stall.' She motioned at the githyanki. 'We should not show ourselves. The bounty hunters, they already look for us in all the streets and alleys of the Hive, yes? But they do not expect to find us here. It is much better to wait, you will see-but hurry!'
Deciding that the murderous tiefling was bound to be more experienced in such matters than he, the Amnesian Hero reluctantly nodded. While he cut a swath through the razorvine, she used a saw-toothed githyanki sword to drag the severed stems aside. It took only a moment to clear their cubby hole, then they took the amphora inside and pulled the stalks back over the entrance. The hollow was just large enough for them to squat side-by-side without brushing against the surrounding vines, and the light filtering in from outside was dim and spotty. The Thrasson knew the hiding place would not stand up to a close inspection, but he had also seen enough of Sigil to realize its residents instinctively shied away from razorvine; if someone came to investigate the fighting, the last place they would search for victors was among the black-leaved tangles.
The Amnesian Hero used his sword to clear a small viewing hole. 'I trust you know what you're doing, Jayk.'
'I cannot walk far with this.' Jayk gestured at her wounded thigh. 'And if you were to help me, people would notice and call Tessali's netflingers, yes?'
The Thrasson nodded. 'I suppose so.'
The netflingers had attacked as they straggled to push their way through the Salvation Line outside the Gatehouse. The steel mesh nets were surprisingly effective; as soon as they settled over a victim's torso, the flinger pulled a draw cord that tightened the outer loop and pinned the captive's arms to his ribs. Despite his enchanted armor, the Amnesian Hero had been temporarily caught in one. He would have been dragged back to Tessali, had Jayk not saved him by creating a cloud of stinking magic gas that had sickened his attacker and sent the entire Salvation Line scurrying for cover. The two escapees had joined the resulting stampede and fled the Marble District, then ducked into the back alleys to avoid Gatehouse search parties. Had they not stumbled into the githyanki bounty hunters, they might well have escaped the Hive entirely undetected.
Noticing that Jayk had made no move to stanch her bleeding, the Amnesian Hero gestured at her wound. 'Aren't you going to do anything about that?'
Jayk kept her dark gaze fixed on her leg, watching with a peculiar fascination as the blood bubbled from the slash. 'Why?'
The Amnesian Hero rolled his eyes. 'So you don't bleed to death before I see the Lady of Pain.'
He pulled his dagger and cut her trousers away from her wound. As he worked, the murmur of soft voices began to rustle down the alley. The Amnesian Hero peered through the viewing hole he had cut and saw a pack of wild-haired urchins pulling a wobble-wheeled cart around the comer. None of them looked to be more than eight or nine years old, though they were so scrawny and sunken-eyed that it was difficult to tell.
When they saw the dead githyanki, the eldest, or at least the largest, raised a hand to stop the procession. He performed a cursory scan of the area, then sent a single sentry up the alley to keep watch. The rest, he led forward to the corpses.
As they approached, the Amnesian Hero saw no sign of shock or fear on the faces of the children, or even of distaste. The youngest, a soot-faced waif no taller than the Thrasson's sword, was smiling and strutting proudly along at the leader's side.
'See, Spider?' Only after he heard her voice could the Amnesian Hero tell that she was a girl. 'I telled ya they ran down here. I heard a clank!'
'Aye, you did well, Sally.' Spider ran a wary eye back up the alley, pausing to study each bricked-over window and vine-choked doorway. 'But I'd like to know what happened to that tiefling and her blood. They might not like us scraggin' their kill.'
Disgusted by the thought of children robbing the dead, the Amnesian Hero started to rise. Jayk caught his arm and shook her head. The Thrasson reluctantly remained were he was and continued to watch. When no one appeared to chase them off, Spider waved the other children to the corpses.
'Let's nick 'em! And be sure to check their teeth.'
The leader and another boy used a githyanki sword to drag free the warrior in the razorvine, then the entire pack set to work stripping the bodies. They took the corpses' armor and weapons, then their boots, purses, and underclothes as well. They ripped rings from earlobes and fingers, they tore studs from noses, lips, and tongues, they knocked out teeth and cracked them for the fillings, they harvested the githyankis' coarse topknots for rope- making; young Sally even cut the tattoo of a snake from the leader's arm, claiming to her disgusted comrades that she could sell it for two coppers. By the time the urchins had packed their cart, taking care to secure the best treasures in secret pockets inside their rags, the bodies lay naked and even more mangled than before.
Stomach churning with both revulsion and pity, the Amnesian Hero watched the waifs until their cart wheeled around the comer.
'What place is this?' He whirled on Jayk, searching for some hint of emotion in the delicate features of her shadowed face. 'Did I wander through a portal and fall into the Abyss?'
