disappear, or I ll have the monkey s hand do something really nasty to your girlfriend.
I pulled my armour back into my torc, and the mercenary soldier watched, fascinated, as the gold vanished and I appeared. I stood stiffly beside Molly. Blood was still dripping steadily off one side of her face. I wanted to hold her, but I didn t dare move while Major Michaels was watching me so closely. He wanted an excuse to use the hand. I could tell. I felt naked and very vulnerable without my armour. I could feel it stirring resentfully inside my torc, disturbed by the power it sensed in the monkey s hand. Moxton s Mistake might or might not have been able to withstand the power contained in that nasty little object, but I couldn t risk finding out while Molly was still in danger. The Witch s Hammer had taken her magic, but the staff was broken now. So did she have her magic back? She wasn t doing anything. I had no choice but to play along, and hope I could find a way out of this mess.
Major Michaels held up the monkey s hand so Molly could see it clearly. Give me that trinket you re wearing round your throat, Miss Metcalf. The ruby pendant.
Molly reached up slowly, removed the Twilight Teardrop s chain from around her neck, and handed it over. Either because the monkey s hand was affecting her, or because she had no power left to deny him what he wanted. The moment the pendant left her hand, she swayed and almost fell, as though the last of her strength had gone out of her. Without the Twilight Teardrop to power her magic, she was as helpless as I was. The major smiled, and what I saw in that man s face as he looked at Molly was enough to send me surging forward, calling for my armour.
I d barely got moving before Major Michaels thrust his monkey s hand at me, and just the power of it was enough to force the armour back into my torc. I summoned it again and again, but even though I could feel the rogue armour s presence at the back of my head, raging and desperate to get out, it was trapped. The major laughed softly and took his time pointing the monkey s hand at Molly.
Behave yourself, Drood! Or do you want to see this nasty little object do something really unpleasant to your girlfriend? Maybe I ll have it turn her into something really revolting. That was always one of your favourite tricks, wasn t it, Miss Metcalf? Perhaps I ll fuse your legs together so you can play mermaid. Or I could melt off both your arms. Or just take away your eyes and your mouth, your ears and your nose, and leave you trapped in the dark inside your own head.
Please, I said. Don t. There s no need for this. We surrender. Take us to Crow Lee. You know he s going to want to talk to us.
Oh yes, said the major. He s just dying to have words with you. That s all that s keeping you alive. After all my men you killed
Run, Eddie, Molly said dully. Get out of here. Get help.
I can t leave you, I said.
You picked a fine time to get sentimental, said Major Michaels. I always thought you field agents would be more professional. I am a professional soldier of long standing. Like the man you just killed, girl. Major Browten was a good soldier and a fine officer. Not a friend, as such, but a colleague. Kind of man you could depend on to keep his head in a firefight and do his job. Dead and gone now because of you. So don t look to me for sympathy.
You stood by and let it happen, I said.
He shrugged. Orders
More uniformed soldiers appeared out of nowhere and hurried forward to join the major. He looked at them scathingly.
Where the hell have you been? I had to take care of business on my own! Don t look at them like that; they re just captives now. Quite harmless. Search them, secure them and then escort them in to see Crow Lee. He looked down at the dead body of Major Browten and shook his head briefly. Bad way to go. Not that there are many good ways. He turned to Molly and punched her hard in the face. Her head snapped back, blood flying on the air. I threw myself at the major, and the other soldiers beat me to the ground with their gun butts. I curled up into a ball, as I d been trained, trying to take the blows on my tensed muscles, but there were just too many of them, hitting me from every direction at once. One rifle butt got through to my head, slamming in with vicious force. My head filled with pain and then the world just went away for a while.
When I came back, I hurt so much I couldn t move. Blood was drying on my face and seeping out my split and broken lips. My face felt like it had been pulped. One eye had swollen shut. My muscles jumped and spasmed as I tried to move, and I groaned at the pain despite myself. I could hear the soldiers laughing.
I wasn t dead. Crow Lee had given orders not to kill me. I clung to that thought. There was a limit to what they could do to me. They couldn t risk killing me. That was something. They d hurt me, but it didn t feel like they d broken anything important. If I could just get my armour around me, it would make the pain go away and make me strong again, and then, and then
I rolled my head slowly to one side, gritting my teeth to keep from making any sound. I didn t want to give the soldiers the satisfaction. I saw Molly lying on the grass beside me. Half her face was hidden behind a mask of dried blood, but at least they hadn t beaten her, too. She was breathing heavily, but she managed half a smile for me.
They re awake. It was Major Michaels.
Pick them both up. The Drood has to see this.
Rough hands hauled me up onto my feet and held me there. Two more soldiers held Molly up before me. She looked very small and vulnerable, like a broken doll that s been treated too roughly. Major Michaels took her chin in one hand and lifted her face. Molly stared coldly at him. She tried to spit at him, but the blood just dribbled down her chin.
Charming, said Major Michaels. Pay attention, Drood. This is for your benefit. Crow Lee has given me orders and I will carry them out to the letter, because I am a good soldier. Everything that happens next is to take the fight out of you and to teach you a lesson. That you are entirely helpless now and there is nothing you can do. We can do anything we want to you, and we will. Watch. He gestured to the two soldiers supporting Molly.
Hold the girl steady.
He hit her again and again and again. The soldiers held Molly so tightly she couldn t even turn her head aside. And the other soldiers held me tightly so I couldn t turn my head aside from what I was seeing. I had to watch. I didn t struggle. Didn t cry out to beg or plead with them. There was nothing I could do, so why give them the satisfaction? I watched, watched till Major Michaels was done, and a cold, cold fire burnt in my heart. The major finally lowered his fists and stood there, breathing heavily; and then he took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his hands. Molly hung limply in the grasp of the two soldiers holding her, blood dripping steadily from her ruined face. I hoped she was unconscious.
Major Michaels turned to me and took something from a pocket. A small flat box with a button on the top. He waggled it at me.
Nasty little toy, Drood. Not a soldier s weapon. And Crow Lee says he won t have it in the house. So
He crushed the box in his hand, and it fell apart into a hundred pieces. Major Michaels fluttered his fingers, and the tiny fragments fell away.
All right, boys, said the major. Let s take these unfortunate poor souls up to the house. Crow Lee wants to play with them for as long as they last.
He led the way across the devastated grounds, while the soldiers half carried Molly and me along after him. Molly was just about back on her feet again, though her head hung down. Blood dripped steadily off her chin. I did my best to keep my legs under me, for pride s sake. More heavily armed guards kept appearing out of nowhere, moving in around us to escort us to the house. Not because they thought we were dangerous anymore, but because they couldn t be sure we came alone. There might be others, watching and waiting for their chance.
I kept calling on my armour, but nothing came. I could feel its angry presence, and its thoughts were as hot as mine were cold, but the influence of the monkey s hand kept it trapped where it was. If I could just get Crow Lee to send the major away while he questioned us maybe there was a limit to how far the monkey s hand could reach. And then
I looked around Crow Lee s gardens as we were led through them, and I managed a small smile. Even though it broke open my split lips and filled my mouth with blood. Molly and I had made a definite impression. His gardens couldn t have looked more of a mess if a small country had declared war on them.
The soldiers were still having to half hold me up. I was playing along a bit, so they wouldn t see me as any kind of threat till it was too late but I was still shocked at how weak I was. It had been a long time since I d taken a professional beating. But I was a Drood. Which meant I was used to beatings. The Sarjeants-at-Arms had seen to
