actually a ghost that had not been able to leave when its body died and had been reanimated by the breath of the Goddess.
“That is exciting news, Goblin. Look, I have a plan.” Difficult as it was, I dredged a form of it up from its hidden place deep down inside me, hoping the Goddess had no way of listening in. My plan depended entirely on my understanding of the Goblin I had known for so long, hoping he had not altered drastically during the past two decades. A man might change a lot in that much time—if he had to spend part of it dead and enslaved by the Mother of Deceivers.
On the surface Goblin seemed to like my plan, as I presented it. Seemed willing to participate. Even seemed enthusiastic about plunging One-Eye’s spear into the blackest of hearts.
I told him, “I don’t want to waste one minute I don’t have to. You understand?”
Nod. Even a gurgled, “Yes!” With enthusiasm. With outright eagerness.
“I’ll be back soon.” I felt almost bad, not telling a dead man all of the truth.
131
Around Taglios:
Aerial Recon
I found Arkana and asked if she wanted to go flying, nodding to indicate that she really did want to make a tour of the upper air. For the benefit of the curious I mentioned wanting to check rumors that troops loyal to the Protectorate were headed toward the city. One force had crossed the Main at Vehdna-Bota. Another was gathering out east, near Mukhra in Ajitsthan, where Mogaba had enjoyed considerable popularity among the tribes. Since those rumors were beginning to make a lot of people nervous nobody would be surprised that I would want to take a look.
And that is what we did while we were aloft, because it was work that had to be done. Doing the work, though, gave me time to talk to Arkana.
She replied, “I can see one big problem with your plan. Maybe. What happens to the plain and the shadowgates? You asked me if I wanted to go home. The answer is yes. I don’t think to stay, though. Just to see what happened there. To bury my dead, I guess you could say. But I don’t see how that could keep from complicating everything else if I had to do it first because there wouldn’t be any way later.”
“You’re right. And I need to do what I’ve got to do as soon as I can. Before Kina catches on.” If she had not foreseen the possibilities already. Or learned of them from Goblin. Or Shivetya. Or from Lady, who was smart enough to guess what I was thinking. Sometimes. “Particularly before my wife catches on. Or starts thinking I’m chasing around.”
We were approaching the River Main, heading for Vehdna-Bota. There were pillars of smoke north of the ford, away from the small settlement. But not many.
Arkana told me, “That’s not much of an army.”
“Not in any hurry to get into harm’s way, either, looks like. There’s plenty of daylight left they could use for traveling.”
Not in any hurry. When we went down for a closer look we found men scattering like startled roaches.
“Somebody covering his ass,” I said. “Making a show of honoring his obligations. That bunch will never actually get to Taglios.”
We went back up. We talked, not just about what had to be accomplished. Arkana seemed able to relax, now. Seemed to have made peace with the bad times. Some manage that with comparative ease. Others remain crippled for life. Those are not the sort who remain soldiers. They become ex-soldiers and get intimate with wine or poppies.
I asked about her leg.
She laughed. “I can be one of the old folks now. I can use it to predict the weather.”
“It’s all right otherwise?”
“Yes.”
“I do good work.”
“Lots of practice.”
“You get that in this racket.”
We flew back toward Taglios, chatting in a relaxed way, me thinking that this was what it would have been like had Booboo grown up with her parents. Me fooling myself. Lying to myself. No child would grow up even as normal as Arkana if they had Lady for a mother and me for a father.
Maybe I had found the way. Adopt them after they have gotten through their formative years.
We were passing south of Taglios, going to scout the forces gathering in Ajitsthan, when Arkana spotted a billowing figure climbing toward us. “That’s Shukrat.”
“Have you two made peace? Real peace?”
“Sort of. Mainly because we’ve only got each other. From back home. If it wasn’t for that we wouldn’t even be talking. Partly it’s because of family stuff. Things our parents did to each other. And partly it’s us. She’s too cute and too sweet and dumb as a bucket of rocks. But all she’s ever had to do is make big eyes or bounce a little and look helpless.”
“And you were the smart one. Always expected to figure it out for yourself.”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re growing up to be the prettier one, too. Shukrat’s going to be all freckles and frump before long.”
We slowed so Shukrat could catch up. She came up on my other side. I asked, “What’s up, other daughter?”
“Croaker, I wanted to talk about what happened to those men on that island. That scares me. Really bad. I really like Tobo. A lot.” I was sure she was bright red behind her facial wraps. She did blush easily. “But I don’t think I want to be involved with anyone capable of doing that.”
“We’re all capable of that, Shukrat. Put in the right place at the right time and given a motive. It’s the people around us that keep us from doing it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, Tobo cares about you. Probably a lot more than he’s willing to admit. He’s a passionate kid.”
“Because he’s what he is he’s always had the capacity for huge evil, Shukrat. You know, nobody starts out to be a villain. Not the Shadowmasters. Not my wife or her sister. Not even the Voroshk. But being powerful can turn you villainous. Because there’s nothing to stop you from doing whatever you want to do. Except for something inside you. For Tobo, for a long time, that something was his love and respect for his parents. He fought with Sahra every day but there was no way he was ever going to do something that would disappoint her. While she was alive. After she disappeared the brake on his dark side became his father. But now Murgen is gone, too. So there’s only one more person whose good opinion is important enough to him to keep him from letting himself go.”
Shukrat had to think about that for a while. She was nowhere as dim as Arkana claimed but there were times when it took her a while to get her mind wrapped all the way around complex issues.
“You’re saying me caring about him is what will keep him from doing that stuff again?”
“Yes. I think that. But I also think you have to confront him with your knowledge and make him understand that you won’t accept any excuses for behavior like that. Don’t nag. Don’t carp. State your case firmly and clearly, then shut up. Don’t negotiate. You have to mark out an absolute limit he’ll always know is there. And stick with it. You always have to know it’s there, too.”
Shukrat nodded.
While I waited to see if she got it I told Arkana, “I might turn out to be pretty good at this fatherly advice stuff.”
“You’re definitely long-winded enough.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“For the record, I think you’re right. What you said to her.”
“You know what she’s talking about?”
