percent anymore.”
Thai Dei and Uncle Doj sucked up our conversation like Nyueng Bao sponges.
Tension built for hours. With no real evidence we began to feel this night would be critical. Mostly the guys worried about new Hastinesses from Mogaba. We didn’t expect trouble from the Shadowmaster any time soon.
I kept an eye on the hills.
One-Eye snapped, “There it is!” He shared my anticipations. Pinkish light flared. Lightning crackled around a bizarre rider.
“She’s back,” somebody said. “Where’s the other one?”
I did not see a Widowmaker right away.
Panic swept the plain. The apparition had taken the scattered Shadowlander camps unawares. Sergeants shrieked orders. Messengers galloped around. Soldiers stumbled into one another.
“There he is!” Bucket yelled. “There who is?”
“Widowmaker.” He pointed. “The Old Man.” The Widowmaker figure shimmered back in the hills, larger than life.
Goblin grabbed my arm. I don’t know where he came from. “Look over there.” He indicated the Shadowlander main camp. We could not see the camp itself but a pale, gangrenous glow rose from its approximate location. The light intensified steadily.
“Spinner wants to play,” I observed.
“Yeah. He’s sending a big one.”
“A big what? Do we need to get our heads down?”
“Wait and see.”
I waited. And I saw. A nasty ball of green fire streaked toward the hills. It hit near where Lifetaker first showed herself. Earth flew. Stone burned. All to no avail. Lifetaker was long gone.
“He missed.”
“What an eye!”
“Lifetaker didn’t play fair. She didn’t stand still.”
“He made a stupid choice of tools,” One-Eye sneered. “You can’t expect somebody to just hang around and wait for you.”
“Maybe that was his best go. He hasn’t been healthy.”
I sidled away. In a few minutes Goblin and One-Eye would start bickering.
The confusion on the plain worsened. The southerners were more rattled than seemed reasonable. What I could get from their chatter suggested that they had been caught just starting something big of their own and their disarray left them virtually unable to defend themselves. In hushed tones, too, I heard Kina mentioned.
Lifetaker, who resembled that goddess of corruption, vanished. Maybe she lost interest. She did not reappear. Shadowspinner pasted the hills with any sorcery he could slap together. Other than starting a few brush fires he had no obvious impact.
The fox was in the henyard. Southerners scooted all over, their panic feeding on the panic of others. When one got close my guys took turns sniping. Goblin said, “They keep cussing about their feet getting wet.” I heard that, too. It made no sense.
“Holy shit!”
I don’t know who said it but I could not have agreed more.
Scores of brilliant white fireballs erupted straight up above the Shadowlander main camp. They obliterated the darkness completely. They seemed a tool of more use to a Shadowmaster’s enemies than to the villain himself.
A huge uproar followed.
Uncle Doj vanished. One moment he was beside me, the next a shadow running through the street below, then gone.
One-Eye told me, “This time I’m sure it’s Lady.”
His tone alerted me. “But what?”
“But the other one ain’t the Captain.”
Widowmaker had been visible for less than one minute. “Tell me it ain’t so,” I muttered.
“What?”
“That we got two sets. Each one only half the real thing.”
A crow nearby cackled.
I asked, “What kind of sorcery would do that? Split them in two?”
“I wish I could tell you something you want to hear, Kid. But I’ve got a very bad feeling there’s stuff going on we don’t even want to know about.”
46
One-Eye was a prophet. Although I did want to know. And thanks to the Nyueng Bao I heard a story.
The light across town faded. The attendant racket subsided. Part of that drifted toward the hills. The rest fell back toward Mogaba’s part of town.
The crackle of small sorceries rippled across the plain. The whole expanse glistened silver. “That was a strange one. One-Eye, what say we build a watchtower on top of one of the enfilading towers? That way we could get high enough to see what Mogaba and Spinner are doing.”
“You got Nyueng Bao to spy for you over there.”
“Suppose I don’t ask you to do any work yourself?”
“The idea sounds a lot better already. But I still think the Nyueng Bao could be your eyes, you play it right. You don’t need to get as paranoid as Croaker. Just look at what they bring you so you see whose purpose it might serve. Consider what might be missing the same way.”
“Sometimes I’m as lazy as you are,” I told One-Eye. “Only with me it’s mental. That sounds like a lot of thinking. And I’d rather see stuff with my own eyes anyway.”
“Just like the Old Man,” he grumbled. “You got to read them Annals all the time, how about you read some that was written by somebody besides Croaker? I was looking forward to a little relief from his righteousness.”
So we were back to the black-market bread scheme.
Goblin turned up. “Pretty exciting stuff happening over there.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“I got up on the wall over there. For a while. Mogaba’s guys weren’t worried about getting caught letting me peek. He led this raid in person.”
“Just tell us about it,” One-Eye grumbled. “You all the time got to flap on about stuff that... Awk!” A huge bug landed in One-Eye’s mouth. Goblin’s smirk hinted that he might have been involved in the insect’s errant navigation.
“That Doj character can tell you more than me. Some of his guys snuck out there behind Mogaba’s gang.”
“Why?”
“I think Mogaba was trying to bushwhack Spinner. But he stumbled into Lady instead.” “You’re shitting me.”
“When that bunch of flareballs went up? There she was. Her and about fifteen guys. They were right outside the camp gate, practically crawling over Mogaba’s mob. Least that’s what I heard. I didn’t see it myself.” “So where’s Uncle Doj?” “Probably checking in with the Speaker.” Probably. “Yeah? Look, we’ve got a bunch of deserters from the First. See if some will sneak back to find out more.” “Here comes chunky boy now.”
We talked right in front of Thai Dei, like he was deaf. Or like we didn’t care squat what he heard.
Uncle Doj brought a couple other Nyueng Bao. They surrounded another chunky boy, this one a wide little Taglian. He seemed more prisoner than companion though no weapons were in evidence.
It amazed me that Uncle Doj could climb to the ramparts without breathing hard. Maybe he used some wild
