'Very carefully,' I said. 'If this looks like it's going wrong, I shall be heading for the nearest horizon, at speed. Try and keep up.'
'This is a really bad idea,' Tommy said miserably.
I raised my gift, opening up my third eye, my private eye, and right away I could See all of Merlin's defences. They lurked around his sleeping form like so many snarling attack dogs, layer upon layer of protective spells and curses, ready to lash out at anything that disturbed them. They stirred uneasily, just from being Seen. I grabbed Tommy by the hand, and at once he could See them, too. He cried out in shock and horror, and tried to pull away, but I wouldn't let him go.
'Shut up,' I whispered fiercely. 'Do you want them to hear you? Now use your gift. Do it!'
His mouth twisted, like that of a child being punished, but I could feel his gift manifesting. And slowly, one by one, the defences became uncertain about why they were there, and what they were there for, until finally they disappeared back whence they'd come, to have a collective discussion, leaving Merlin sleeping and entirely unprotected. I moved forward quickly. I didn't know how long the effect would last. I could hear Tommy breathing harshly behind me, concentrating on maintaining his gift so the defences wouldn't return, while I checked out the sorcerer's condition.
His eyes were closed, the leaping flames damped down for the moment. His breathing was steady, though he stirred occasionally in his sleep, as though bothered by bad dreams. I pulled open his scarlet robe, revealing a shaved chest covered in thick, intertwining Druidic tattoos. I hissed for Suzie to come over and join me, and she reluctantly left her post at the door.
'How do we do this?' I said.
'Your guess is as good as mine, Taylor. I've taken a few hearts, for bounties, but that wasn't exactly surgery.' She produced a long knife from the top of her knee-length boot, and hefted it thoughtfully. 'I'm guessing brute force and improvisation isn't going to be good enough, this time.'
'Give me the knife,' I said resignedly. 'And go back to guarding the door. Tommy, get over here and help.'
'I've never done anything like this before,' said Tommy, moving reluctantly forward.
'I should hope not,' I said. 'So, roll up your sleeves, follow my lead, try to help without getting in my way, and if you must puke, try not to get any in the chest cavity.'
'Oh God,' said Tommy.
I cut Merlin open from chest to groin, making sure I had a hole big enough to get both hands in. This was no time for keyhole surgery, and anyway, I was betting Merlin would be able to make all necessary repairs once he had his heart back. There was a lot of blood, and sometimes I had to jump back to avoid a sudden jetting gusher. I washed most of it out of the hole with wine, so I could at least see what I was doing. In the end, I had to cut and tear the heart free from its position under the sternum, tugging and pulling with both hands, while blood soaked both my hands up to the elbow, and Tommy said Oh God, Oh God, while he held the other organs back out of my way.
Finally, I held Merlin's heart in my hands, a great scarlet lump of muscle. It was bigger than I'd expected, and still beating, gouting thick dark blood. I took it to the next table, and wrapped it carefully in a cloth covered in protective symbols, which Nimue had put together. She was still sitting in her circle, mumbling spells with her eyes closed, so she wouldn't have to see what was happening. I went back to stand beside Tommy, who was looking at the great bloody hole we'd made and trembling violently. This really wasn't his kind of case. I clapped him on the shoulder, but he didn't even look round. Merlin was still breathing steadily, still sleeping, still living. I tried to push the sides of the wound together, over the mess I'd made, but the hole was too big. In the end, I closed his robes over it.
'Is it done?' said Suzie, from the doorway. 'Have you finished?'
'Oh yes,' I said. 'I don't think I could do any more damage if I tried.'
'Don't worry,' she said. 'It gets easier, the more you do it.'
I looked across at her sharply and decided not to ask. I didn't want to know. I pulled Tommy away from the sorcerer, and we cleaned off our hands and arms as best we could with more wine. We couldn't do anything about our blood-spattered clothes. We didn't have anything to change into. Hopefully Old Father Time's glamour would hide the gore from others' eyes. Tommy looked at me accusingly.
'Is there anything you won't do, Taylor? Anyone whose life you won't ruin, to get revenge on your mother for running off and abandoning you as a child?'
'That isn't what this is about!'
'Isn't it?'
'No! Everything I've done here, and everything I will do, is all about saving the Nightside, and the world! If you'd seen what I've seen ...'
'But we haven't. And you won't tell us about it. Why is that, Taylor? What are you keeping from us? Are we supposed to take your word and trust you?'
'Yes,' I said, holding his angry gaze with mine.
'And why the hell should I do that?' said Tommy.
'Because he is John Taylor,' said Suzie, coming over from the door, with her shotgun in her hands. 'And he has earned the right to be trusted.'
'Of course you'd support him,' Tommy said bitterly. 'You're his woman.'
Suzie stopped, then laughed briefly. 'Oh, Tommy, you don't know anything, do you?'
And that was when the door slammed open behind her, and a huge blocky man in chain mail stormed into the bar. He had that functional compact musculature that comes from constant hard use and testing, rather than working out, and his ragged chain mail and the leather armour under it had the signs of long use and hard wear. He had a square, blocky, almost brutal face, marked with scars that had healed crookedly. His mouth was a flat line, his eyes cold and determined. In one hand he carried a huge mace with a vicious spiked head. I'd never seen a more dangerous-looking man in my life.
He came striding straight across the bar towards us, kicking tables and chairs effortlessly out of his way. Suzie turned her shotgun on him, and Tommy and I moved quickly to stand on either side of her, but the newcomer didn't stop until he could see past us to Merlin. He took in the blood soaking the front of Merlin's robes and actually started to smile, only to stop as he realised the sorcerer was still breathing.
'He's not dead,' he said, and his voice was like stone grating against stone.
'He's not dead,' I agreed. 'Who might you be?'
'I am Kae,' he said. 'Arthur's brother. Stepbrother only by blood, but he always called me brother. We fought great battles, shoulder to shoulder and back to back. Struck down evil wherever we found it. Bled for each other and saved each other's lives a dozen times. He was King, and carried the responsibilities of the whole land on his shoulders, but he always had time for me, and I knew there wasn't a day that passed where he didn't think of me.
'I never trusted Merlin. Never trusted magic. I tried to warn Arthur, but he was always blind to the sorcerer's faults. And when Arthur needed him most, where was Merlin? Gone. Nowhere to be found. I saw the bravest knights in the land fall, brought down by jackals. I saw good men dragged down by overwhelming forces. We fought for hours, stamping back and forth through the blood-soaked mud, and in the end ... nobody won. Arthur and the bastard Mordred died, at each other's hands. The proud knights of Camelot are fallen or scattered. The land is torn apart by civil war as scavengers fight over the spoils, and Merlin ... still lives. How can that be right? How can there be any justice, while the traitor still lives? I am Kae, Arthur's brother, and I will avenge his death.'
'Because Mordred is dead,' I said. 'And you don't have anyone else.'
'Stand aside,' said Kae.
'Not one step closer,' said Suzie, aiming the shotgun at his face.
Kae sneered at her. 'I am protected against all magics, and unnatural weapons,' he said coldly. 'The charm that brought me here will protect me from anything that might keep me from my rightful prey.'
'Thought you didn't believe in magic,' I said, trying to buy some time while I thought what to do.
Kae smiled briefly. 'Needs must, when the devil drives. I will damn my soul, if that's what it takes to buy me justice. Now stand aside or die with him.'
He stalked forward, raising his spiked mace, and Suzie gave him both barrels right in the face. Or at least,
