Sleepy reached the
fortress at the heart of the plain by the expedient of refusing to
be steered elsewhere. Shivetya’s helpful shortcuts were not
going to divert her from examining the root of her scheme for
conquest.
There was one temporal power greater than the greatest sorcery.
Greed. And she owned the wellspring of a flood of what the greedy
held most dear: gold. Not to mention silver and gems and
pearls.
For thousands of years fugitives from many worlds had hidden
their treasures in the caverns beneath Shivetya’s throne. Who
knew why? Possibly Shivetya. But Shivetya would not tell
tales—unless they advanced his cause. Shivetya had the mind and
soul of an immortal spider. Shivetya had no remorse, no compassion,
knew only his task and his will to end it. He was the
Company’s ally but he was not the Company’s friend. He
would destroy the Company instantly if that suited an altered
purpose and he was in a position to do so.
Sleepy meant to cover her back. She approached Baladitya.
“Where’s Blade?” Baladitya had begun gushing
discoveries he had made since being handed his mission. Sleepy felt
a twinge of guilt. She remembered Baladitya’s kind of
excitement, long ago and far away. But being responsible for
thousands of people, pursuing a timetable with very little slippage
built in, left no opportunity for simple pleasures. That made her
cranky and curt, sometimes.
“He’s down below. He doesn’t come up much
anymore.” Irked, Sleepy looked around for someone young
enough to gallop a mile down into the earth. She spied Tobo and
Sahra arguing. Not exactly unusual. But not so frequently lately.
They had been butting heads since Tobo entered puberty.
One of Tobo’s djinn could get down there faster than the
youngest pair of legs. “Tobo!” Sleepy beckoned.
Exasperation flashed across the boy’s face. Everyone
wanted something from him.
He did respond. He showed no defiance. He never did. His calm
half-caste face settled into perfect nonexpression. Nor did his
stance in any way betray what he might be thinking. Sleepy seldom
saw anyone so inscrutable. And yet he was so young.
He just stood waiting for her to tell him what she wanted.
“Blade is down below somewhere. Send one of your messengers
to tell him I want him up here.”
“Can’t do it.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have any here. I’ve explained before.
The Unknown Shadows hate the plain. It’s very difficult to
get them to come up here. Most of those who do come refuse to have
anything to do with people. I don’t want them to have
anything to do with people. It puts them in a bad temper every
time. You have a whole regiment cluttering up the place. There must
be a man somewhere who doesn’t have something else to
do.”
Sarcastic infidel. There were twelve hundred men cooling their
heels around the fortress, waiting to lead the treasure train,
doing nothing useful in the interim. “I was looking for
something a little faster.” Once the Company was on the
barren plain, even with Shivetya working wonders, there was little
time to waste.
There had been no good news from Suvrin, either. Tobo should
have gone with him. Or Doj or Lady, at the very least. Someone
better equipped to deal with the Unknown Shadows. But at the very
least there should have been word that a bridgehead had been
established.
Baladitya said, “Then you’d better go down there
yourself. Because he isn’t going to respond to any lesser
authority.”
“What? Why?”
“Because he hears voices calling him. He’s trying to
figure out what to answer them.”
“Darn!” Sleepy broke out in what, for her, was a
blistering blue streak. “That wrangle-franging mudsucker!
I’m going to . . . ”
Tobo and Baladitya grinned. Sleepy shut up. She remembered times
when her Company brothers would get her going to see just how
creative she would be in avoiding use of common profanity. She
muttered, “I should’ve written you people the way you
really are. Not you, Baladitya. You’re actually a human
being.” She glared at Tobo. “You I’m beginning to
wonder about.”
“For a nonbeliever,” Baladitya said, of himself.
“Yes. Well. There’re more of you lost souls than
there are those of us who know the Truth. I must be God’s
Beacon in the Land of Our Sorrows.”
Baladitya frowned, then caught on. Sleepy was actually poking
fun at her religion’s attitude toward those outside it, all
the unbelievers who made up the population of the Land of Our
Sorrows. Which, in an earlier age, when the Vehdna were more
numerous and more enthusiastic about rescuing the infidel from
damnation, had been called the Realm of War.
Only Believers lived inside the Realm of Peace.
Sleepy snapped, “Tobo, stop trying to sneak away.
You’re going down there with me. Just in case he really is
hearing voices.”
“That sounds to me like a real good reason for everybody
else to stay away.”
“Tobo.”
“Right behind you, Captain. Ain’t nobody gonna sneak
up on your back.”
Sleepy growled. She never got used to the informality and
irreverence, though it had been a firm fixture of Company culture
since long before her advent.
The soldiers mocked everything and bitched about the rest. Yet
the work got done.
Sleepy conscripted a half dozen more companions while hurrying
to the stairway down. All from Hsien. She marveled at the results
of her relentless training regimen. Many who had joined the Company
had been the dregs of the Land of Unknown Shadows, criminals and
fugitives, bandits and deserters from the forces of the warlords,
and fools who thought a turn with the Soldiers of Darkness would be
a great adventure. Sleek, strong and confident, they put on a show
now, after months of intense preparation. The clash of steel,
probably closer than they anticipated, would be their final
tempering.
Sleepy’s descent led her past dozens of men still carrying
treasure toward the surface. From behind her Tobo asked, “You
sure you aren’t overdoing the tomb robbing? We’ve
already got enough to make the whole mob rich.” A fact not
lost on some recruits of less than unstained provenance. But
temptation was easy to resist when you knew only your Captain could
get you off the plain alive and that the Unknown Shadows would
hound you pitilessly if you tried anything after you were off.
“We can’t beat the Protector with eight thousand
men, Tobo. We need secret weapons and force multipliers. Gold fills
both roles.”
Sometimes Tobo was troubled by his Captain. At some point,
during her copious free time, she had gotten too close to a library
centered around military theory. At times she tended to regurgitate
notions like “strategic center of gravity” and
“force multipliers” just when that would leave her
listeners uncomfortable and concerned.
Tobo was also concerned because the old folks, the veterans,
Croaker and Lady and the others, approved. That meant that he was
not getting it.
“We’ll take time out here,” Sleepy said when
they reached the level of the ice caverns where the Captured had
been held. “You men,” she said to those she had had
follow, “I want four of you to take a couple of sleepers up
top. Longshadow and the Howler. Howler is going to travel with us.
With Tobo. A work party will take Longshadow to Hsien for trial.
You two. Stay with us.”
The ice caverns seemed timeless, changeless. Frost soon obscured
the smaller signs of any traffic. The dead could not be told from
the enchanted except on close examination by someone who was
knowledgeable.
Sleepy continued, “You men don’t go in there until
we call you. You even breathe on those things sometimes, somebody
dies.” Which, upon close examination, could be seen to have
happened before. The corpses included several of the
Captured as well as a handful of the mystery ancients whose
presence Shivetya had yet to explain.
There was a great deal the demon would not share.
Sleepy told Tobo, “We want these two to go upstairs
without them waking up.”
“I have to break stasis. Otherwise they’ll die as
soon as we touch them.”
“I understand that. But I want them kept in a condition
where they can’t cause trouble. There won’t be anybody
there to control Longshadow if he wakes up all the way.”
“Let me do my job.”
Touchy. Sleepy posted herself between the boy wizard and the
cavern entrance in case curiosity overcame the good sense of the
soldiers. She marveled at how quickly the ice reasserted itself, at
how delicately cobweblike were some of the structures around the
sleeping old men. Beyond Howler, now, there was little evidence of
the trampling the place had taken when the Captured were released.
The cavern floor tilted upward back there, turned, and the cave
itself got tight enough to force an explorer to crawl. If you went
back far enough you reached a place where the most holy relics of
the Deceiver cult had been hidden during an ancient persecution.
The Company had destroyed them, giving particular attention to the
powerful Books of the Dead.
Sleepy was quiet for a long time after she sent the two sleeping
sorcerers to the surface. She and Tobo and two young Bone Warriors
resumed their descent into the earth. Sleepy had two things on her
mind: The first was the identity of the source of the pale blue
light leaking through the ice of the cavern of the old men, to
illuminate the human hoard, and second, “What is the center
of gravity of the Taglian empire?” She was more interested in
the latter. The former was just a curiosity. It did not matter.
Probably just the light of another world.
“Soulcatcher,” Tobo replied. “You don’t
have to think about that. If you kill the Protector you’re
left facing a big snake with no head. The Radisha and the
Prahbrindrah Drah step up and announce themselves and the whole
thing is over with.” He made it sound simple.
“Except for hunting down the Great General.”
“And Narayan Singh. And the Daughter of Night. But the
Protector is the only part we can’t manage using the Black
Hounds.”
Sleepy did not miss the way his voice went hollow when he
mentioned the Daughter of Night. He had met the witch when she was
the Company’s prisoner, before the flight to the Land of
Unknown Shadows. Sleepy had not failed to notice the impact the
girl had had then.
The Captain missed very little. And forgot nothing. And seldom
made an error.
But setting up the old folks to put themselves out of the way,
so they would not be peering over her shoulder, proved to be an
error of the first order.
The Captain found Blade standing in front of a wall of
blackness, rigid, a lantern dangling from his left hand. It was
obvious that he had spent a lot of time there. Empty fuel
containers littered the steps. The contents of those containers had
been meant for Baladitya and the rangers mining the treasure
hoards.
The Captain was irked. “Blade!
What? . . . ”
Blade gestured for silence.
He whispered, “Listen.”
“For what?”
“Just listen.” And when Sleepy had just about
exhausted her store of patience, he added, “For
that.”
She heard it plainly, though remote, weak, echoing. A cry of,
“Help.”
Tobo heard it, too. He jumped.
“Captain . . . ”
“Summon your Cat Sith. Or one of the Black
Hounds.”
“I can’t do that.” He would not tell her that
he had exceeded his instructions by sending most of the Unknown
Shadows to help Croaker and Lady.
“Why not?”
“They’d refuse to come down here.”
“Compel them.”
“I can’t. They’re partners, not
slaves.”
Sleepy grumbled to herself about damnation and consorting with
demons.
“You can’t go any farther than this,” Blade
said, answering a question that had not been asked.
“I’ve tried a thousand times. There isn’t enough
willpower in the Company to move another step downward. I
can’t even throw one of these oil jars.”
Sleepy asked, “Are any of them full?”
“Over there.”
Sleepy picked up three full pots. She dropped two at
Blade’s feet, told him, “Step back.” The oil from
the broken jars could not be intimidated by a supernatural
darkness. “Now light it.”
“What?”
“Set it on fire.”
With considerable reluctance Blade tilted his lantern and let a
few drops of burning oil spill.
The stairwell filled with flame.
“Damn!” Tobo squealed. “What did you do that
for?”
“Can you see now?” Sleepy had an arm up to shield
her face from the heat.
The blackness had not been able to overpower the flames.
Tobo told her, “Just two more steps down there’s a
floor. With coins scattered around on it.”
Sleepy lowered her arm. She stepped past Blade. Tobo followed.
Stunned, Blade again tried to push forward. He staggered. There was
none of the resistance he expected.
Why not, suddenly?
Blade was sure there would have been no change had he started a
fire himself. “Captain, I’d be very careful.”
The
darkness had been waiting.
“Help!”
The voice was louder and more insistent. And clear enough to be
recognized.
Tobo echoed Blade. “Captain, be very careful indeed. This
isn’t possible. The man has to be dead.”
“Help!”
Goblin’s plaints sounded increasingly urgent.
Sleepy reached the
fortress at the heart of the plain by the expedient of refusing to
be steered elsewhere. Shivetya’s helpful shortcuts were not
going to divert her from examining the root of her scheme for
conquest.
There was one temporal power greater than the greatest sorcery.
Greed. And she owned the wellspring of a flood of what the greedy
held most dear: gold. Not to mention silver and gems and
pearls.
For thousands of years fugitives from many worlds had hidden
their treasures in the caverns beneath Shivetya’s throne. Who
knew why? Possibly Shivetya. But Shivetya would not tell
tales—unless they advanced his cause. Shivetya had the mind and
soul of an immortal spider. Shivetya had no remorse, no compassion,
knew only his task and his will to end it. He was the
Company’s ally but he was not the Company’s friend. He
would destroy the Company instantly if that suited an altered
purpose and he was in a position to do so.
Sleepy meant to cover her back. She approached Baladitya.
“Where’s Blade?” Baladitya had begun gushing
discoveries he had made since being handed his mission. Sleepy felt
a twinge of guilt. She remembered Baladitya’s kind of
excitement, long ago and far away. But being responsible for
thousands of people, pursuing a timetable with very little slippage
built in, left no opportunity for simple pleasures. That made her
cranky and curt, sometimes.
“He’s down below. He doesn’t come up much
anymore.” Irked, Sleepy looked around for someone young
enough to gallop a mile down into the earth. She spied Tobo and
Sahra arguing. Not exactly unusual. But not so frequently lately.
They had been butting heads since Tobo entered puberty.
One of Tobo’s djinn could get down there faster than the
youngest pair of legs. “Tobo!” Sleepy beckoned.
Exasperation flashed across the boy’s face. Everyone
wanted something from him.
He did respond. He showed no defiance. He never did. His calm
half-caste face settled into perfect nonexpression. Nor did his
stance in any way betray what he might be thinking. Sleepy seldom
saw anyone so inscrutable. And yet he was so young.
He just stood waiting for her to tell him what she wanted.
“Blade is down below somewhere. Send one of your messengers
to tell him I want him up here.”
“Can’t do it.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have any here. I’ve explained before.
The Unknown Shadows hate the plain. It’s very difficult to
get them to come up here. Most of those who do come refuse to have
anything to do with people. I don’t want them to have
anything to do with people. It puts them in a bad temper every
time. You have a whole regiment cluttering up the place. There must
be a man somewhere who doesn’t have something else to
do.”
Sarcastic infidel. There were twelve hundred men cooling their
heels around the fortress, waiting to lead the treasure train,
doing nothing useful in the interim. “I was looking for
something a little faster.” Once the Company was on the
barren plain, even with Shivetya working wonders, there was little
time to waste.
There had been no good news from Suvrin, either. Tobo should
have gone with him. Or Doj or Lady, at the very least. Someone
better equipped to deal with the Unknown Shadows. But at the very
least there should have been word that a bridgehead had been
established.
Baladitya said, “Then you’d better go down there
yourself. Because he isn’t going to respond to any lesser
authority.”
“What? Why?”
“Because he hears voices calling him. He’s trying to
figure out what to answer them.”
“Darn!” Sleepy broke out in what, for her, was a
blistering blue streak. “That wrangle-franging mudsucker!
I’m going to . . . ”
Tobo and Baladitya grinned. Sleepy shut up. She remembered times
when her Company brothers would get her going to see just how
creative she would be in avoiding use of common profanity. She
muttered, “I should’ve written you people the way you
really are. Not you, Baladitya. You’re actually a human
being.” She glared at Tobo. “You I’m beginning to
wonder about.”
“For a nonbeliever,” Baladitya said, of himself.
“Yes. Well. There’re more of you lost souls than
there are those of us who know the Truth. I must be God’s
Beacon in the Land of Our Sorrows.”
Baladitya frowned, then caught on. Sleepy was actually poking
fun at her religion’s attitude toward those outside it, all
the unbelievers who made up the population of the Land of Our
Sorrows. Which, in an earlier age, when the Vehdna were more
numerous and more enthusiastic about rescuing the infidel from
damnation, had been called the Realm of War.
Only Believers lived inside the Realm of Peace.
Sleepy snapped, “Tobo, stop trying to sneak away.
You’re going down there with me. Just in case he really is
hearing voices.”
“That sounds to me like a real good reason for everybody
else to stay away.”
“Tobo.”
“Right behind you, Captain. Ain’t nobody gonna sneak
up on your back.”
Sleepy growled. She never got used to the informality and
irreverence, though it had been a firm fixture of Company culture
since long before her advent.
The soldiers mocked everything and bitched about the rest. Yet
the work got done.
Sleepy conscripted a half dozen more companions while hurrying
to the stairway down. All from Hsien. She marveled at the results
of her relentless training regimen. Many who had joined the Company
had been the dregs of the Land of Unknown Shadows, criminals and
fugitives, bandits and deserters from the forces of the warlords,
and fools who thought a turn with the Soldiers of Darkness would be
a great adventure. Sleek, strong and confident, they put on a show
now, after months of intense preparation. The clash of steel,
probably closer than they anticipated, would be their final
tempering.
Sleepy’s descent led her past dozens of men still carrying
treasure toward the surface. From behind her Tobo asked, “You
sure you aren’t overdoing the tomb robbing? We’ve
already got enough to make the whole mob rich.” A fact not
lost on some recruits of less than unstained provenance. But
temptation was easy to resist when you knew only your Captain could
get you off the plain alive and that the Unknown Shadows would
hound you pitilessly if you tried anything after you were off.
“We can’t beat the Protector with eight thousand
men, Tobo. We need secret weapons and force multipliers. Gold fills
both roles.”
Sometimes Tobo was troubled by his Captain. At some point,
during her copious free time, she had gotten too close to a library
centered around military theory. At times she tended to regurgitate
notions like “strategic center of gravity” and
“force multipliers” just when that would leave her
listeners uncomfortable and concerned.
Tobo was also concerned because the old folks, the veterans,
Croaker and Lady and the others, approved. That meant that he was
not getting it.
“We’ll take time out here,” Sleepy said when
they reached the level of the ice caverns where the Captured had
been held. “You men,” she said to those she had had
follow, “I want four of you to take a couple of sleepers up
top. Longshadow and the Howler. Howler is going to travel with us.
With Tobo. A work party will take Longshadow to Hsien for trial.
You two. Stay with us.”
The ice caverns seemed timeless, changeless. Frost soon obscured
the smaller signs of any traffic. The dead could not be told from
the enchanted except on close examination by someone who was
knowledgeable.
Sleepy continued, “You men don’t go in there until
we call you. You even breathe on those things sometimes, somebody
dies.” Which, upon close examination, could be seen to have
happened before. The corpses included several of the
Captured as well as a handful of the mystery ancients whose
presence Shivetya had yet to explain.
There was a great deal the demon would not share.
Sleepy told Tobo, “We want these two to go upstairs
without them waking up.”
“I have to break stasis. Otherwise they’ll die as
soon as we touch them.”
“I understand that. But I want them kept in a condition
where they can’t cause trouble. There won’t be anybody
there to control Longshadow if he wakes up all the way.”
“Let me do my job.”
Touchy. Sleepy posted herself between the boy wizard and the
cavern entrance in case curiosity overcame the good sense of the
soldiers. She marveled at how quickly the ice reasserted itself, at
how delicately cobweblike were some of the structures around the
sleeping old men. Beyond Howler, now, there was little evidence of
the trampling the place had taken when the Captured were released.
The cavern floor tilted upward back there, turned, and the cave
itself got tight enough to force an explorer to crawl. If you went
back far enough you reached a place where the most holy relics of
the Deceiver cult had been hidden during an ancient persecution.
The Company had destroyed them, giving particular attention to the
powerful Books of the Dead.
Sleepy was quiet for a long time after she sent the two sleeping
sorcerers to the surface. She and Tobo and two young Bone Warriors
resumed their descent into the earth. Sleepy had two things on her
mind: The first was the identity of the source of the pale blue
light leaking through the ice of the cavern of the old men, to
illuminate the human hoard, and second, “What is the center
of gravity of the Taglian empire?” She was more interested in
the latter. The former was just a curiosity. It did not matter.
Probably just the light of another world.
“Soulcatcher,” Tobo replied. “You don’t
have to think about that. If you kill the Protector you’re
left facing a big snake with no head. The Radisha and the
Prahbrindrah Drah step up and announce themselves and the whole
thing is over with.” He made it sound simple.
“Except for hunting down the Great General.”
“And Narayan Singh. And the Daughter of Night. But the
Protector is the only part we can’t manage using the Black
Hounds.”
Sleepy did not miss the way his voice went hollow when he
mentioned the Daughter of Night. He had met the witch when she was
the Company’s prisoner, before the flight to the Land of
Unknown Shadows. Sleepy had not failed to notice the impact the
girl had had then.
The Captain missed very little. And forgot nothing. And seldom
made an error.
But setting up the old folks to put themselves out of the way,
so they would not be peering over her shoulder, proved to be an
error of the first order.
The Captain found Blade standing in front of a wall of
blackness, rigid, a lantern dangling from his left hand. It was
obvious that he had spent a lot of time there. Empty fuel
containers littered the steps. The contents of those containers had
been meant for Baladitya and the rangers mining the treasure
hoards.
The Captain was irked. “Blade!
What? . . . ”
Blade gestured for silence.
He whispered, “Listen.”
“For what?”
“Just listen.” And when Sleepy had just about
exhausted her store of patience, he added, “For
that.”
She heard it plainly, though remote, weak, echoing. A cry of,
“Help.”
Tobo heard it, too. He jumped.
“Captain . . . ”
“Summon your Cat Sith. Or one of the Black
Hounds.”
“I can’t do that.” He would not tell her that
he had exceeded his instructions by sending most of the Unknown
Shadows to help Croaker and Lady.
“Why not?”
“They’d refuse to come down here.”
“Compel them.”
“I can’t. They’re partners, not
slaves.”
Sleepy grumbled to herself about damnation and consorting with
demons.
“You can’t go any farther than this,” Blade
said, answering a question that had not been asked.
“I’ve tried a thousand times. There isn’t enough
willpower in the Company to move another step downward. I
can’t even throw one of these oil jars.”
Sleepy asked, “Are any of them full?”
“Over there.”
Sleepy picked up three full pots. She dropped two at
Blade’s feet, told him, “Step back.” The oil from
the broken jars could not be intimidated by a supernatural
darkness. “Now light it.”
“What?”
“Set it on fire.”
With considerable reluctance Blade tilted his lantern and let a
few drops of burning oil spill.
The stairwell filled with flame.
“Damn!” Tobo squealed. “What did you do that
for?”
“Can you see now?” Sleepy had an arm up to shield
her face from the heat.
The blackness had not been able to overpower the flames.
Tobo told her, “Just two more steps down there’s a
floor. With coins scattered around on it.”
Sleepy lowered her arm. She stepped past Blade. Tobo followed.
Stunned, Blade again tried to push forward. He staggered. There was
none of the resistance he expected.
Why not, suddenly?
Blade was sure there would have been no change had he started a
fire himself. “Captain, I’d be very careful.”
The
darkness had been waiting.
“Help!”
The voice was louder and more insistent. And clear enough to be
recognized.
Tobo echoed Blade. “Captain, be very careful indeed. This
isn’t possible. The man has to be dead.”
“Help!”
Goblin’s plaints sounded increasingly urgent.