'I think they would have by now if they were going to,' I said.
I took the heart in my hand and made myself look at Suzie's ruined face without flinching. I'd done that to her. I had to stop Lilith, or all Suzie's pain had been for nothing. I looked slowly round the bar, taking in all the damage I'd done, without meaning to. I had to wonder if perhaps it was my own implacable stubbornness that was forging the very series of causal links that would bring about the dead future.
Who caused this ? I asked the future Razor Eddie, as he lay dying in my arms. You did, he said. How do I stop it? I asked him. Kill yourself, he said.
I'd promised him I would die rather than let that future happen. I'd promised Suzie back during the angel war that I would never let her be hurt again. I'd failed her. She didn't blame me, but I did. She would forgive me, but I never would. Perhaps ... the only way to stop the awful future was to kill myself, now, before it was too late ...
No. I could still stop Lilith. I was the only one who could stop her.
So I nodded to Suzie to pick up Nimue's body, while I raised my gift and tapped the power of Merlin's heart, and we went hurtling back through Time again.
Nine -
We arrived. I looked around. I looked at Suzie. 'Hold me back, Suzie, or I am going to kill absolutely everything that moves.'
'Hold yourself back,' Suzie said calmly. 'You know very well I don't do the restraint thing. It's bad for my reputation.'
'I don't believe this!' I said, actually stamping my foot in frustration. 'We're still only part of the way back!'
'At least it doesn't smell so bad this time,' said Suzie, judiciously. 'I find a little horse shit in the street goes a hell of a long way.'
'I could spit soot,' I said.
We'd reappeared in the middle of a large open square, under the star-speckled sky and huge full moon of the Nightside. The buildings enclosing the square were low and squat, stone and marble, with the unmistakable classic touches of Roman architecture. Men in wraparound togas looked at us curiously, then went on their way, as though strange people appearing suddenly out of nowhere happened all the time. Maybe it did, in this Nightside.
'First or second century,' said Suzie, showing off her knowledge again. 'The Romans built Londinium over the River Thames, and were the first human society to colonize the already existing Nightside. Outside, Rome rules Britain, after Julius Caesar led a successful invasion in 55 B.C. It was actually his third attempt; the extremely savage Britons threw his armies back into the sea twice. And the defensive tactics used by the Druidic priests shocked even the hardened Roman Legionnaires. So Rome now rules, with an iron fist. They brought law, roads, slavery, and crucifixion. You're not into history, are you, Taylor? Taylor?'
My teeth were clenched so tight my jaws ached. I'd tried to play it light, but my heart wasn't in it. I couldn't believe we'd fallen short again. We were still at least a hundred years short of the Nightside's creation, maybe more, and with no means of going any further. Everything I'd done, all the hard and ruthless things I'd done, all the hurt and death I'd caused ... had all been for nothing. I looked down at Merlin's heart, in my hand. It no longer beat or pulsed. It was just a dark red lump of muscle, all its magic used up. Which meant we were stranded. I threw the heart onto the ground, and stamped on it, but it was already too hard and leathery to crush properly. I sighed. I didn't have the energy left to throw a proper tantrum. Too tired to be angry, too bitter to be mad. Suzie sensed the pain in me and comforted me in the only way she could, by standing close beside me and reassuring me with her cold, calm presence. I could remember a time when it used to be the other way round. We'd both come a long way from who we used to be, Suzie and I.
'Hey, you!' said a loud, harsh, and not at all friendly voice. 'Stand right where you are, and don't even think about going for a weapon!'
'Oh good,' I said. 'A distraction.'
'I pity the fools,' said Suzie.
We looked around. The people in the square were scattering, in a dignified and civilised way, as a group of Roman Legionnaires headed straight for us. They wore the armoured outfits familiar from film and television, though these outfits looked rough and dirty and hard-used, much like the men who wore them. They were short and stocky, with brutal faces and eyes that had seen everything before. Typical city cops. They stamped towards us, short-swords in their hands, and quickly fanned out to form a semicircle facing and containing us. Suzie already had her shotgun out, held lazily in her hands. She glanced at me, and I shook my head slightly. Best not to start any trouble we didn't have to, until we had a better grasp on local conditions. Suzie had been carrying Nimue's body draped over one shoulder, but at the Legionnaires' approach she dumped it on the ground, to be free for any necessary action. The Legionnaires looked at the body, then at us.
'Tall, aren't they?' said a quiet voice from among them.
'When I want your opinion, Marcus, I'll beat it out of you,' growled the leader. He gave us his best intimidating stare, not at all bothered that he had to incline his head right back to do it. 'I'm Tavius, leader of the Watch. Are you a Citizen?'
'Almost certainly not,' I said. 'We're only passing through. Hopefully. I'm John Taylor, and this is Suzie Shooter. Don't upset her.'
'You speak Latin like a Citizen,' said Tavius. 'I suppose it's possible you have legitimate business here. Who's the stiff?'
'No-one you'd know,' I said.
'Identity papers!'
I checked my coat pockets, in case Old Father Time might have supplied some, but apparently there were limits to his help. I shrugged, and smiled easily at the head of the Watch.
'Sorry. No papers. Would a bribe do?'
'Well...'
'Shut up, Marcus!' said Tavius. He gave me his full attention, turning his glare up another notch. 'We have been given the task of maintaining order in this unnatural shit-hole, and we only accept tributes from legitimate Citizens. Now, I see a dead body, and I see blood all over the pair of you. I'm sure you're about to tell me there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this ...'
'Actually, no,' I said. 'I've got an unnatural explanation, but frankly, life's too short. Why don't you take our word for it that this lady and I are very powerful, very dangerous, and extremely pissed off by recent events; so unless you want this lady and me to turn the whole lot of you into dog food ...'
'Oh hell,' said Tavius. 'You're magical?'
'Told you we should have paid the extra insurance, for full godly cover.'
'I won't tell you again, Marcus! Now bring me the bloody list.'
The smallest of the Legionnaires hurried forward, handed his leader a rolled scroll, gave me a quick shifty smile, and dropped a wink to Suzie. Then he retreated swiftly back into the ranks. Tavius opened the scroll and studied it carefully.
'So, are you gods, walking in disguise?'
'Definitely not,' I said. 'And don't believe anyone who tells you otherwise. They're just guessing.'
Tavius considered that for a moment, and then moved on to the next question on his checklist. 'Are you a Power, a Force, or a Being?'
'Not as such,' I said.
'Are you a magician, sorcerer, raiser of spirits, or soothsayer?'
'There's a lot of debate about that,' I said, 'but I prefer not to comment. However, it would be fair to say that this lady and I are dangerous in a whole bunch of unnatural and unpleasant ways.'
'I can set light to my farts,' Suzie volunteered.
'Don't go there,' I said quickly to Tavius.
