“You’re going to get us killed.”
“That possibility has existed since I was elected Captain. It existed when we left the Barrowland. It existed when we walked away from the Tower. It existed when we sailed from Opal. It existed when you swore your oath to the Black Company. It became highly probable when I accepted this hasty and misrepresented commission from the merchants of Gea-Xle. Nothing new there, friend.”
Something like a large, flat black stone came skipping across the water, throwing up sprays of silver. Goblin and One-Eye scuttled it.
“What do you want, Croaker?” Her voice was taut, maybe even edged with fear.
“I want to know who runs the Black Company. I want to know who makes the decisions about who travels with us and who doesn’t. I want to know who gives members of the Company permission to wander off for days at a time, and who gives out the right to hide out for a week, shirking all duties. Most of all, I want to know who decides which adventures and intrigues will involve the Company.”
The skipping stones kept coming, leaving their sprays and ripples of silver. Each came nearer the barge.
“Who’s going to run things, Lady? You or me? Whose game are we going to play? Yours or mine? If not mine, all your treasures stay where you can’t get at them. And we go to the needleteeth. Now.”
“You’re not bluffing, are you?”
“You don’t bluff when you’re sitting across the table from somebody like you. You bet everything you’ve got and wait to see if you’re called.”
She knew me. She had had her looks inside me. She knew I could do it if I had to. She said, “You’ve changed. Gone hard.”
“To be the Captain you have to be the Captain, not the Annalist or the Company physician. Though the romantic is still alive back in there somewhere. You might have pulled it off if you’d gone through with it that night on that hill.”
One of the skipping stones nudged the barge.
I said, “You had me going for a while.”
“You idiot. That night didn’t have anything to do with this. Back then I didn’t think there was a chance this would work. That was a woman on that hill with a man she cared about and wanted, Croaker. And she thought that was a man who-”
The next stone whamm’d home. The barge shuddered. Goblin yelled, “Croaker!”
“Are we going to make a move?” I asked. “Or should I shuck down so I can try to outswim the needleteeth?”
“Damn you! You win.”
“Your promise good this time? For them, too?”
“Yes, damnit.”
I took a chance. “Frogface. Roll it over. Bring the stuff back.”
A stone hit the barge. Timbers groaned. I staggered and Goblin yelled again.
I said, “Your stuff is back, Lady. Get Shifter and his girlfriend up here.” “You knew?” “I told you. I figured it out. Move.”
The old man called Eldron the Seer appeared, but now he wore his true guise. He was the supposedly slain Taken called Shapeshifter, half as tall as a house and half as wide, a monster of a man in scarlet. Wild, stringy hair whipped around his head. His jungle of a beard was matted and filthy. He leaned upon a glowing staff that was an elongated, improbably thin female body, perfect in its detail. It had been among Lady’s things and had been the final clue that had convinced me when Frogface reported its presence. He pointed that staff across the river.
A hundred-foot splash of oily fire boiled up amidst the cypress.
The barge reeled at the kiss of another flat stone. Timbers flew. Below, the horses shrieked in panic. Some of the crew sang with them. My companions looked grim in the light of the fires.
Shapeshifter kept laying down splash after splash, till the swamp was immersed in a holocaust that beggared both of mine put together. The screams of the pirates became lost in the roar of the flames.
I won my bet.
And Shifter kept laying it down.
A great howling rose within the fire. It faded into the distance.
Goblin looked at me. I looked at him. “Two of them in ten days,” I muttered. We had heard that howling last during the Battle at Charm. “And not friends anymore. Lady, what would I have found if I had opened those graves?”
“I don’t know, Croaker. Anymore, I don’t. I never expected to see the Howler again. That’s for sure.” She sounded like a frightened, troubled child.
I believed her.
A shadow passed the light. A night-flying crow? What next?
Shifter’s companion saw it, too. Her eyes were tight and intense.
I took Lady’s hand. I liked her a lot better now that she had her vulnerability back.
Chapter Twenty
Willow up the creek
Willow scowled at the boat. “I’m so thrilled I could shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Cordy asked.
“I don’t like boats.”
“Why don’t you walk? Me and Blade will cheer you on whenever we see you puffing along the riverbank.”
“If I had your sense of humor, I’d kill myself and save the world the pain, Cordy. Hell, we got to do it, let’s do it.” He headed out the wharf. “You seen the Woman and her pup?”
“Smoke was around earlier. I think they’re on already. Low profile. On the sneak. They don’t want anybody knowing the Radisha is leaving town.”
“What about us?”
Blade grinned. “Going to cry because the girls didn’t come down to drag him back.”
“Going to cry a lot, Blade,” Cordy said. “Old Willow can’t go anywhere without bitching to keep his feet moving.”
The boat wasn’t that bad. It was sixty feet long and comfortable for its cargo, which consisted only of the five passengers. Willow got in his gripe about that too, as soon as he discovered that the Radisha hadn’t brought a platoon of servants. “I was sort of counting on having somebody take care of me.”
“Getting soft, man,” Blade said. “Next thing, you be wanting to hire somebody to fight in your place when you get trouble.”
“Sounds good to me. We done enough of that for somebody else. Haven’t we, Cordy?”
“Some.”
The crew poled the boat into the current, which was almost nonexistent that far down the river. They upped a linen sail and swung the bow north. There was a good breeze. They gained on the current about as fast as a man moving at a lazy stroll. Not fast. But no one was in a big hurry.
“I don’t see why we got to start now,” Willow said. “We ain’t going where she wants. I bet you the river’s still blockaded above the Third Cataract. There won’t be no way we can get past Thresh. That’s far enough to suit me, anyway.”
“Thought you was going to keep on hiking,” Cordy said.
“He remembered they laying for him in Gea-Xle,” Blade said. “Moneylenders got no sense of humor.”
It took two weeks to reach Catorce, below the First Cataract. They hardly saw Smoke or the Radisha the whole time. They got damned tired of the crew, as humorless a bunch of river rats as ever lived, all of them fathers and sons and brothers and uncles of each other so nobody ever dared loosen up. The Radisha would not let them put in at night. She figured somebody would shoot his mouth off and the whole world would find out who was on the river without benefit of armed guards.
That hurt Willow’s feelings from a couple different directions.
