worried. He feared his investment was going to come up short. I was going to die on him.
I was not worried about that. More the opposite, that I would not die and never escape the misery. What was wrong with me? This was getting old, every morning sick-and not that great the rest of the day.
I didn’t have time to be sick. I had work to do. I had worlds to conquer. “Help me up, Ram. Did I mess myself?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Thank the goddess for small favors. What is it, Narayan?”
“Better you see for yourself. Come, Mistress. Please?”
Ram had brought horses. I collected myself, let him help me mount. We headed for the hills. As we left camp I saw Blade and Swan and Mather with their heads together, exercised about something. Narayan did not ride but he could lope along when he wanted.
He was right. Seeing was better than hearing. I might not have believed a verbal report.
The plain had flooded. At the north and south ends water roared out of the hills. The aqueducts had gone mad. I said, “Now we know where those work parties headed. They must have diverted both rivers. How deep is it?”
“At least ten feet already.”
I tried guessing how high it could rise. The hills were deceptive. It was hard to tell. The plain was lower than the land beyond the hills but not much. The water should not get more than sixty feet deep. But that would be enough to flood the city.
Mogaba was in a fix. He had no way out-unless he built boats or rafts. Shadowspinner would not have to waste a man to keep him tied up.
“Good gods! Where did the Shadowlanders go?” I had a bad feeling I had one foot in a bear trap.
Narayan summoned a man on scout duty. He told us the Shadowlanders had pulled out in two forces, north and south, shortly after sunrise.
I consulted maps in my head, told Narayan, “We have to run. Fast. Or we’ll be dead before noon. Get up here behind me. You. Soldier. Get up behind Ram and hang on. Are there other men out here?”
“A few, Mistress.”
“They’ll have to look out for themselves. Let’s go!”
We were a sight, I’m sure, only one of us a competent rider and she so sick she had to stop twice to throw up. But we got back to camp before the hammer fell.
Blade had them ready to march. Now I knew what he’d been up to with Swan and Mather. He had heard about the water and had sensed its significance. He awaited orders.
“Send cavalry north and south to scout and harass.”
“Done already. Two hundred men each direction.”
“Good. You’re a natural.” I’d already recalled, rejected, and reexamined a trick that had been played on my armies in the north. Hurry was essential. I could see what might be dust north of us. “Move the infantry into the hills. I want every horseman to cut brush and drag it behind, headed due east. Get messengers off to the skirmishers. I want contact kept as long as possible. Draw them eastward and keep leading them as long as they’ll follow.”
The ruse would not work after dark-if it worked at all. Then Shadowspinners’ pet shadows would tell him he’d been taken. But that would be time enough to elude him.
If he kept chasing me Mogaba’s men would escape. He would not want that.
Blade wasted no time. Swan and Mather dashed around helping. Our differences would wait.
A new sense of confidence and discipline was apparent as the troops moved into the hills. They trusted me and Blade to get them through this. The horsemen headed out, raising enough dust for a horde on the march.
Blade, Swan, Mather, Narayan, and I watched from a low hill. “That will do it if he can be fooled at all,”
I said. “He’ll see us just slipping out, get excited, try to nab us on the run.”
Swan raised crossed fingers to the sky. Blade asked, “What’s our next move?”
“Drift north through the hills.”
“He’s biting,” Mather said.
Blade said, “It occurs to me that, for speed’s sake, he would have left behind anyone not in top condition.”
I told him, “You are learning. And you’re turning nasty.”
“Nasty business.”
“Yes. The rest of you understand?”
Swan wanted it explained. “Spinner would leave his injured and second-line troops behind so they wouldn’t slow him down. They should be up where the north road enters the hills. We can take them by surprise. Narayan, send some scouts ahead.”
Narayan was pleased with me now. There was a lot of killing going on. There was promise of a real Year of the Skulls.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Smoke drifted into the darkness, glanced right and left, cursed softly. There they were again. Those men! He could not shake them. They knew where he was going before he went.
It was disheartening and frightening. The longer he delayed visiting his contacts the stronger Longshadow’s image grew within his mind and the more terrified he became on a level so deep it was a part of his soul. Something terrible had been done to him, something that had reached into him as deeply as a man could be reached. Somehow Longshadow had hidden a fragment of himself inside him, to drive him into executing the Shadowmaster’s will.
The voice within had become a shriek. If he did not shake the watchers he would not be able to avoid betraying his contacts.
He pretended not to notice the men, though they did nothing to remain anonymous. Did she know and just want to scare him away from his contacts? Maybe. Maybe it did not matter if he betrayed them.
He started walking.
His shadows followed.
He tried to elude them, relying on a superior knowledge of the city. He had haunted the shadows and alleys and-hidden ways all his life. As he knew the palace better than anyone living, so he knew Taglios. He gave it his best. And when ne stepped out of a shanty warren where he got lost twice himself trying to get back out, one of his stalkers was waiting, leaning against a building.
The man grinned.
Longshadow filled Smoke’s mind. The Shadowmaster was angry. His patience was failing.
Smoke stamped across the street. “How the hell do you keep track of me?”
The man spat to one side, smiled again. “You can’t evade the eye of Kina, wizard.”
“Kina!” Another terror to pile atop his fear of Longshadow.
“You can run but you can’t hide. You can twist and wiggle but you can’t get off the hook. You can skulk and whisper in locked rooms but you can’t keep secrets. Each breath you draw is numbered.”
The fear deepened.
“And always has been.”
Smoke turned to run.
“There’s a way out.”
“What?”
“There’s a way out. Look at you. Maintain your allegiance to the Shadowmaster and you’re dead if your Taglian friends find out. If they don’t kill you, he will when he’s done with you. But you can get out. You can come home. You can shake the terror that’s like a beast starving for your soul.”
Smoke was too frightened to wonder why the thug did not talk like a street creature. “How?” He would try anything to get out from under the Shadowmaster’s thumb.
