Winner Takes All

to defy him. But finally Wulf nodded slightly and began to speak, his voice barely loud enough to be heard over the nervous chatter of the guests.

'The mercenaries you sent after Captains Hawk and Fisher are either dead or scattered. Their leaders, Pike and Da Silva, are under arrest. They have agreed to give evidence against you in return for lesser sentences. The voting is almost over. Adamant is winning.'

Hardcastle stood very still. At first there was only disbelief and shock, but both gradually gave way to a cold and vicious anger. How dare they? How dare they turn against him and elect Adamant? They'd forgotten who was really in charge of the High Steppes, but he'd remind them. He'd teach the Reformers a lesson they'd never forget. He glared at Wulf, his voice slow and steady and very deadly.

'You are my man, Wulf; bound to me by vows sealed in blood.'

'Yes, Cameron. I am yours to command.'

'Then use this great power of yours. Go to Adamant's house and kill him. Kill him, and every other person there.'

'That; may not be wise, Cameron. You need me here. Without my magic to augment and magnify your presence, you won't be able to control your followers with your speeches anymore.'

'I was making speeches long before I had your magic to back me up. I can deal with my people. They'll do as they're told, as always. You have your orders, Wulf. Kill Adamant, and everyone with him. Obey me.'

'Cameron; please. The Abomination;'

<em>'Obey me!'</em>

Wulf put back his head and screamed. The horrible piercing sound silenced the crowd in a moment. His cowl fell back, revealing what was left of his face. All the flesh was gone, devoured by some hideous internal hunger. There was only a grinning skull, barely covered by skin stretched tight across the bone like splitting parchment. His eyes were gone, the sockets raw and bloody. He rose up into the air, still screaming, his body twitching with awkward, ungainly movements that suggested the form inside the black robe was no longer entirely human.

He disappeared, and there was a small clap of thunder as air rushed in to fill the space where he had been. Someone in the crowd laughed uneasily, and slowly the babble of voices began again, as though if they could speak loud enough, they wouldn't have to think about what they had just seen. Hardcastle smiled. With Adamant and all his people dead there would have to be another election in the Steppes, but no one would dare stand against him. People would talk but no one would be able to prove anything. He would be Councilor again. And then he'd make the scum in the streets pay for daring to defy him.

Medley hesitated outside the door to Adamant's study. He glanced at Roxanne, who nodded encouragingly. Hawk and Fisher stood back a few paces, keeping a tactful distance. Medley was glad of their company, but if he was going to make his peace with Adamant, he had to do it on his own. He knocked on the door, and a familiar voice told him to enter. Opening the door and walking in was one of the hardest things Medley had ever done.

Adamant was sitting behind his desk, with Dannielle standing beside him. They both looked tired, and there were lines in their faces Medley had never seen before. Adamant gestured for Medley to sit down on the chair facing the desk. Roxanne leaned against the doorframe, her thumbs tucked into her sword belt, her eyes bright and watchful. Hawk and Fisher stayed in the doorway. Silence filled the room, an almost palpable presence filled with words no one wanted to say but that couldn't be ignored.

Finally Hawk coughed politely, and everyone looked at him. 'With your permission, sir Adamant, Isobel and I will take a look around the house and make sure everything's secure.'

'Of course, Captain. I'll call you if I need you.'

Adamant's voice was as calm as ever, but his gaze never left Medley. Hawk and Fisher left the study, shutting the door quietly behind them.

'The house seems very quiet,' said Medley finally. 'What happened to the victory party?'

'I canceled it,' said Adamant. 'It didn't seem right, with so many people dead.'

Medley winced. 'I should have known about Longarm's attack. My intelligence people provided enough hints. But I was too engrossed with Roxanne, and I didn't put the pieces together in time. I'm sorry, James. How many of our men-at-arms were hurt?'

'Twenty-seven dead, fourteen wounded. Luckily none of the guests got hurt.' He looked at Roxanne. 'So, this is your mysterious girlfriend.'

'Yes,' said Medley. 'Isn't she splendid?'

Adamant's mouth quirked. 'I suppose that's one way of describing her. The last time I saw her, she was cutting down my people and showing them no quarter.'

Roxanne met his gaze calmly. 'That's my job. I'm good at it.'

'You killed Bearclaw and Kincaid. They were good men.'

'They would have killed me, given the chance. That's how they play politics in this city. You know that.'

'Yes,' said Adamant. 'Murder and betrayal have always been popular in Haven.'

'For what it's worth, Stefan didn't betray you. Pumping him for information was part of my job, and he was so besotted with me he never even noticed. He told me all kinds of useful things without realizing, and I passed them on to Hardcastle.'

'Does he know you're here?' said Dannielle.

'No. I don't work for him anymore.'

'Why not?'

'He broke our contract.'

Danielle looked from Roxanne to Medley and back again. 'Is that the only reason? What about you and Stefan?'

Roxanne shrugged. 'I don't know. We're just taking things one day at a time and seeing what happens.'

Adamant leaned forward and fixed Medley with his gaze. 'What are you doing here, Stefan? What do you want from me? Forgiveness? Your old job back?'

'Damned if I know,' said Medley. 'I'm sorry you were hurt, and I'm sorry people died, but I never meant for any of that to happen. I loved Roxanne, and nothing else seemed to matter.'

'How do you feel about her now?' said Dannielle. 'Knowing what she is. What's she's done. Do you forgive her?'

'Of course,' said Medley. 'I love her, in spite of everything. Can't you understand that?'

Adamant looked at Dannielle, and put out a hand to hold hers. 'Yes,' he said finally. 'I understand.'

Hawk and Fisher prowled restlessly through the empty house. The rooms felt strange and deserted, and the quiet had a texture of its own. They went from room to room, but there was no sign of any life. Adamant's people were either dead or evacuated, and the guests had long gone home. Nothing remained to mark Longarm's assault save for a few patches of dried blood here and there, and the contents of the downstairs library.

Hawk found them, quite by accident. He pushed open the library door on his way back down the hall, and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the bodies. There were twenty-seven of them altogether. Hawk counted them twice, to make sure. All of Adamant's men who'd died at the hands of the militants. They'd been stacked together like bundles of kindling, face to face, arms and legs neatly arranged. Hawk felt strangely angry at the sight. These men had died for Adamant; they deserved a more dignified rest than this.

<em>They'll get one</em>, said Mortice's voice in his head. <em>But things have been rather rushed here of late. I did the best I could</em>.

Hawk looked at Fisher, and saw that she heard it too. 'So you're still here, sorcerer.'

<em>Of course. Where else would I be?</em>

'What happened to the bodies of the people who did this? Longarm and his militants?'

<em>I disposed of them</em>.

Hawk decided not to press the question any further. He didn't think he really wanted to know.

<em>Get back to Adamant</em>, said Mortice suddenly. <em>He's going to need you</em>.

Hawk and Fisher looked at each other. 'Why?' said Fisher. 'What's happening?'

<em>Something's coming.</em>

'What? What's coming?'

<em>Something's coming.</em>

Hawk drew his axe and Fisher drew her sword, and they ran back into the entry hall. They could see the