Shadow Games: The Fourth Chronicles of the Black Company: First Book of the South (22 page)

“Who could have suspected they would have a Great One as companion? That one was
supposed to have perished.”

“Fool! Was he not a master of change and illusion? You should have known he was
there waiting for them. How could such a one hide?”

“Did you know he was there and fail to inform us?” the female mocked.

He whirled back to the window. He did not answer. He said, “They are on your
marches now. Will you deal with them this time?”

“They are but fifty mortal men.”

“With her. And the Great One.”

“And we are four. And we have armies. Soon the rivers will go down. Ten thousand
men will cross the Main and obliterate the very Name of the Black Company.”

A sound came from the one at the window, a hissing that grew up to become cold,

mocking laughter. “They will? That has been tried numberless times. Numberless.

But they endure. For four hundred years they have endured. Ten thousand men? You
joke. A million might not suffice. The empire in the north could not exterminate
them.”

The three exchanged glances. Here was madness. Obsession and madness. When the
threat from the north was expunged perhaps this one ought to follow it.

“Come here,” he said. “Look down there. Where that ghost of an old road winds
through the valley up toward the brilliance.” Something turned and coiled there,

a blackness deeper than that of their apparel. “You see that?”

“What is it?”

“My shadow trap. They come through the gateway you breached, the great old
strong ones. Not the toys you drew into your services, these. I could loose
them. I might if you fail again.”

The three stirred. He had to go for certain.

He laughed, reading their thoughts. “And the key to that trap is my Name, my
brethren. If I perish the trap collapses and the gateway stands open to the
world.” He laughed again.

The male who spoke the least when they gathered spat angrily and made to depart.

After hesitating the other two followed. There was nothing more to be said.

Mad laughter pursued them down the endless spiral of the stairs.

The woman observed, “Maybe he can’t be conquered. But while he persists in
facing south he offers us no peril. Let us ignore him henceforth.”

“Three against two, then,” her companion grumbled. The other, in the lead,

grunted.

“But there is one in the swamps, whose debt of anger might be manipulated if we
grow desperate. And we have gold. Always there are tools to be found in the
ranks of the enemy when gold is allowed to speak. Not so?” She laughed. Her
laughter was almost as crazy as that peeling out above.

I gave Murgen my dirtiest look as he rode up. He understood it. We would talk
later. For the moment he said, “You told me to keep an eye on them.”

Swan reached me a moment later. “Gods, you guys move fast. I’m shot.” He made an
obscene gesture at the sky. “We leave five minutes after you and find out you
had time to take a couple of breaks and still stay ahead of us.” He shook his
head. “Bunch of iron men. Told you I wasn’t cut put for this crap, Cordy.”

“Where is everybody?” Murgen asked.

“I don’t know. We got ambushed. We got separated.”

Mather, Swan, and Blade exchanged glances. Swan asked, “Little brown guys? All
wrinkly?”

“You know them?”

“We had a run-in with them when we were headed north. Man, I got me a
brainstorm. We going to jaw, let’s do it out of the rain. My lumbago is killing
me.”

“Lumbago?” Mather asked. “When did you come up with lumbago?”

“When I forgot my hat and it started raining on my head. Blade, you was in this
place last year. They got like an inn, or something?”

Blade didn’t say anything, just turned his horse and headed out. He was an odd
one for sure. But Swan thought he was an all-right guy, and I liked Swan as much
as I could like anybody who worked for somebody who was trying to play games
with me.

I was about to follow up last, with Murgen, when Murgen said, “Hold up.

Somebody’s coming.” He pointed.

I looked into the drizzle to the south and saw three shapes, riders coming in.

Their mounts were tall enough that they could be nothing but Lady’s gifts. Swan
cursed the delay but we waited.

The three were Hagop, Otto, and the roi Shadid. Shadid looked ragged. And Hagop
and Otto were wounded. “Damn you two. Can’t you take a crap without getting
hurt?” In the thirty or so years I had known them it seemed they had come up
wounded about three times a year. And survived everything. I’d begun to suspect
they were immortal and the blood was the price they paid.

“They piled an ambush on top of the ambush, Croaker,” Hagop said. “They ran us
down that valley right into another gang on horseback.”

My stomach tightened. “And?”

He put on a feeble grin. “I figure they’re sorry they did. We cut them up bad.”

“Where are the others?”

“I don’t know. We scattered. Lady said for Shadid to ride back up here with us
and wait. She led them off.”

“All right. Blade. Why don’t you show us where to roost?”

Murgen looked at me with a question unspoken. I told him, “Yeah. We’ll get them
settled. Then we’ll go.”

The place Blade took us wasn’t really an inn, just a big house where the owner
made a bit taking in travellers. He was not thrilled to see us, though like
everybody else in this end of the world he seemed to know who we were. The color
of our coin brightened his day and livened his smile. Still, I think he let us
in mainly because he thought we would get rowdy if he didn’t.

I got Otto and Hagop sewed up and bandaged and generally settled into a routine
they knew all too well. Meanwhile, the householder brought food, for which Swan
expressed our sincere gratitude.

Murgen said, “It’s going to be getting dark, Croaker.”

“I know. Swan, we’re going put to find the others. Got a spare horse if you want
to ride along.”

“You kidding? Go out in that muck when I don’t have to? Hell. All right. I
guess.” He started levering himself out of his chair.

“Sit down, Willow,” Mather said. “I’ll go. I’m in better shape than you are.”

Swan said, “You talked me into it, you smooth-talking son of a bitch. I don’t
know how you do it, you golden-tongued bastard. You can get anything you want
out of me. Be careful.”

“Ready?” Mather asked me. He stifled a small smile.

“Yeah.”

We went out and climbed onto the horses, who were beginning to look a little
put-upon. I led out, but Shadid soon slipped past, suggesting he lead since he
knew whence they had come. The day was getting on. The light was feeble. It was
about as dreary as it could get. More to distract myself than because I cared, I
told Murgen, “Better explain what’s going on.”

“Cordy can tell you better than me. I just stuck with them.”

The roi was not setting a blistering pace. I fought down the growls breeding in
my gut. I kept telling me she was a big girl and she’d been taking care of
herself since before I was born. But the man in me kept saying that’s your
woman, you got to take care of her.

Sure.

“Cordy? I know you guys don’t work for me and you got your own priorities, but .

. . ”

“Nothing to cover up, Captain. Word came that some of you guys was going to ride
out. That boggled the Woman. She figured you all to make a break for the Main in
a mob and learn about the Shadowmasters the hard way. Instead, you went to scout
it. She didn’t think you were that smart.”

“We’re talking about the old broad you guys brought down the river, right. The
Radisha?”

“Yeah. We call her the Woman. Blade hung it on her before we knew who she was.”

“And she knew we were heading out before we went. Interesting. This is a
wondrous time of my life, Mr. Mather. For the last year everybody in the world
has known what I was going to do before I did. It’s enough to make a guy
nervous.”

We passed some trees. In one I spied this incredibly bedraggled crow. I laughed,

and hoped aloud he was as miserable as me. The others eyed me uncertainly. I
wondered if I shouldn’t start cultivating a new image. Work it up slowly. All
the world dreads a madman. If I played it right . . .

“Hey, Cordy, old travelling buddy. You sure you don’t know anything about those
little brown guys?”

“All I know is they tried to ice us when we was headed north. Nobody ever saw
anybody like them before. They figure to be out of the Shadowlands.”

“Why are the Shadowmasters paranoid about us?” I did not expect an answer. I did
not get one. “Cordy, you guys really serious about winning it for the
Prahbrindrah?”

“I am. For Taglios. I found something there I never found anywhere else. Willow
too, though you could roast him and never get it out of him. I don’t know about
Blade. I guess he’s in because we’re in. He’s got one and a half friends in the
world and nothing else to live for. He’s just going on.”

“One and a half?”

“Willow he’s got. I’m the half. We pulled him out when somebody threw him to the
crocodiles. He stuck because he owed us a life. After what we’ve been through
since then if you was keeping accounts you couldn’t figure who owes who what
anymore. I can’t tell you about the real Blade. He never lets you see that.”

“What are we into? Or is that something you figure you shouldn’t tell me?”

“What?”

“There’s more going on than your Woman and the Prahbrindrah trying to get us to
keep the Shadowmasters out. Otherwise they’d make a straight deal instead of
trying to con us.”

We travelled a mile while he thought. He finally said, “I don’t know for sure. I
think they’re doing the way they are because of the way the Black Company did
Taglios before.”

“I thought so. And we don’t know what our forebrethren did. And no one will tell
us. It’s like one giant conspiracy where everybody in Taglios won’t tell us
anything. In a city that big you’d think I’d find one guy with an axe to grind.”

“You’d find platoons if you looked in the right place. All them priests spend
their lives looking to cut each others’ throats.”

He had given me something there. I wasn’t sure what. “I’ll keep it in mind. I
don’t know if I can handle priests, though.”

“They’re like any other guys if you get your bluff in.”

The gloom closed in tighter as the day advanced. I was so soaked I no longer
paid that much attention. We hit a stretch where we had to go single file. Cordy
and Murgen dropped back. “I picked up a few things I’ll tell you about later,”

Murgen said before he went.

I moved up behind the roi to ask how much farther. It was just the misery of the
day, but I felt like I’d been travelling for weeks.

Something whipped across our path so suddenly that that unflappable mount of
Shadid’s reared and whinnied. He shouted “What the hell was that?” in his native
tongue. I understood because I’d learned a few words when I was a kid.

I caught only a glimpse. It looked like a monster grey wolf with a deformed pup
clinging to its back. It vanished before my eye could track it.

Do wolves do that? Carry their young on their backs?

I laughed almost hysterically. Why worry about that when I ought to be wondering
if there was such a thing as a wolf the size of a pony?

Murgen and Cordy caught up and wanted to know what had happened. I said I didn’t
know because I was no longer sure I had seen what I had seen.

But the wonder lay back there in the shadows of my mind, ripening.

Shadid stopped two miles past the place where we’d been ambushed originally. It
was getting hard to see. He peered around, trying to read landmarks. He grunted,

moved out to his left, off the road. I spied signs suggesting this was the way
he had come with Otto and Hagop.

After another half mile the ground dropped into a small valley where a narrow
creek ran. Rocks stuck up seemingly at random. Likewise, trees grew in scatters.

It was now so dark I could not see more than twenty feet.

We started finding bodies.

A lot of little brown men had died for their cause. Whatever that was.

Shadid stopped again. “We led them in from the other direction. Here’s where we
split. We went up that way. The others held on to give us a head start.” He
dismounted, began snooping around. The light was almost gone before he found the
track out of the valley. It was full dark before we covered a mile.

Murgen said, “Maybe we ought to go back and wait. We can’t accomplish much
stumbling around in the dark.”

“You go back if you want,” I snapped, with a savagery that surprised me. “I’m
staying till I find . . . ”

I could not see him, but I suspected he was grinning through his misery. He
said, “Maybe we shouldn’t split up. That much more trouble getting everybody
back together.”

Riding through the night in unfamiliar territory is not one of the smarter
things I’ve done. Especially with a horde out there that wanted to do me harm.

But the gods take care of fools, I guess.

Our mounts stopped. Their ears pricked. After a moment mine made a sound. A
moment later still that sound was repeated from our left quarter. Without being
urged the animals turned that way.

We found Sindawe and the man he’d brought in a crude bough shelter, their mounts
hanging around outside. Both were injured, Sindawe the worst. We talked briefly
while I did some stitching and patching and bandaging. Lady had ordered them to
disappear. Goblin had covered for them while the pursuit went on off to the
southeast. They had planned to head north in the morning.

I told them where to meet up, then got back into my saddle.

I was dead on my butt, barely able to stay upright, but something made me go on.

Something I did not want to examine too closely lest I have to mock myself for
my sentiment.