City of Rogues: Book I of the Kobalos Trilogy (25 page)

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By the time Wyck rowed himself across the South River and was standing on the soggy shore of the Swamps, his breathing had slowed. Running through the back alleys of Southtown, especially with a pack on his back and two people carrying swords chasing him, had kept his heart thumping for a good long while. After he jumped out of the rickety rowboat, he felt like dropping on his knees to kiss the ground; only the wormy mud and the knowledge Lucius needed him kept him from doing so.

Fearing to be on the streets with the pack of Kron Darkbow on his back, Wyck decided not to make a straight line for the graveyard. The boy had escaped the man and woman from the Rusty Scabbard by using low rooftops and he did so again in the Swamps, which made him all the more joyful because he could avoid most of the mud.

Near Beggars Row he spotted a bakery open early for business. Wyck had not expected to be able to buy bread after all the rain of the day, but the waters had ceased falling and apparently the baker was a shrewd vendor who wanted to earn every copper piece he could. Wyck briefly stashed Lucius’s bundle on a roof and climbed down to purchase several loaves of bread and a small blackberry tart for himself. After stuffing down his treat he retrieved the package and added the bread to it. Continuing on his way, he stopped only once more to steal a lit torch hanging near the Stone Pony tavern.

When the lad entered the big mausoleum he found Kron where he had left him, sitting on the limestone floor and leaning back against a stone coffin. The man appeared asleep, his eyes closed and his breathing slow.

Wyck had been careful to make sure no one had been following him or his torch light since he had entered the cemetery, but he felt more at ease inside the mausoleum and with Lucius again. The crypt had provided shelter many times in the past, giving Wyck a sense of protection about the place. And despite his injuries, Lucius was a capable man who had never shown Wyck a mean side. He felt as close to Lucius as he had anyone in a long time, and though he would never admit it, he admired the man as if he were an older brother returning from battle. Not just anyone could go toe-to-toe with Belgad the Liar and come out alive.

The boy placed the bundle on the ground next to Kron and glanced about the room for possible fuel for a fire. He found nothing useful, so he stored the torch in an iron sconce on the back of the door. He turned to exit, thinking of searching outside for branches or dry grass to make a fire.

“
Don’t waste your time.”

Wyck spun to look at the man who sat staring at him. A grin grew on the boy’s face. “I knew you weren’t really asleep.”

“
Sure you did.” Kron pointed at the exit. “There’s no use looking for tinder outside. Everything will be wet. You might be able to pry open one of these coffins, though.”

Wyck’s smile dropped away and was replaced with a look of disgust. “Why would I open a coffin?”

“
The clothes are old and dry. They’ll burn, as will the bones. Necessity has to overcome revulsion.”

“
You say that knowing I’m the one who’ll have to overcome the revulsion.”

Kron grinned. “Right you are, but we need the fire. Get to it.”

Wyck looked disgusted again, but with hesitant steps he made his way to the nearest coffin. As small as he was, he had strength in his arms and had little trouble prying aside the stone lid. He jumped back as gray dust shot into the air from the opening, then put a hand over his nose and mouth as he leaned forward to stare inside at a dry skeleton covered by a musty, toga-like covering.

“
I guess this will do,” Wyck said, reaching in with trembling fingers and snagging the cloth. As he tugged on it, the bones broke apart, most disintegrating into dust before his eyes.

“
Tear it into shreds and make a pile. Then get some bones. Thick leg bones will burn best.”

Wyck wasn’t happy about it, but he did as he was told and soon there was a small fire burning in the center of the room.

***

The youth watched as Kron warmed his hands over the flames.

“
There’s some bread in your bundle.” The boy pointed at the package next to Kron’s legs.

The former Asylun guard winced from the pain shooting through his body as he reached for the bundle and pulled it onto his lap. He had it open in seconds and his fingers plunged a loaf of rye into his mouth. He closed his eyes and chewed for several minutes, enjoying the flavor that was quickly knocking back the taste of the river still hanging in the back of his throat.

“
I don’t suppose you brought anything to drink?” Kron asked after finishing the bread.

“
I didn’t see a place open other than taverns, and I didn’t think you wanted that kind of drink. I could take Belgad’s mug outside and fill it with rain water.”

Kron waved the boy off. “No need just yet. I’m not dying of thirst, and I think I’ve had enough water for one day.

The man’s eyes went to the black bag on his legs. “You did well.”

“
Nothing to it, but for a moment I thought I was going to be caught at the Scabbard.”

“
Why?”

“
I was so busy making your stupid fire I almost forgot to tell you. There was a man and woman at the Scabbard who chased after me.”

Kron’s eyes narrowed. “
Describe them.”

Wyck did.

Kron nodded afterward. “
The woman is Adara, but the man I do not know. He doesn’t sound like her usual companion.”

Wyck waved a hand at the black package. “I think I got everything you needed, but I’ll have to get more coin before I can bring a healer, and they might not come in the middle of the night. I might not be able to get anyone until morning.”

Kron slung one of the clinking bags to the boy, who caught it in the air.
“
That should be enough to interest them, but you might be right about the morning. I could use the sleep and I have some healing ointments here.”

“
Where?” Wyck looked at the open bag. “I searched the bundle and didn’t see any herbs or powders.”

Kron smiled again. He had expected the boy would be too curious not to pry into his bundle. “It’s right in here,” he said, pulling several small glass vials from inside a pocket of the cloak. He held the vials up so the boy could see them well in the firelight.

The youth frowned. “
Didn’t think to look for hidden pockets.”

Kron’s fingers pried a small cork stopper from the top of a vial. “That’s why they’re hidden.” He sniffed at the small bottle’s contents.

“
What’s in that one?” Wyck pointed at the vial Kron held to his nose.

“
It’s a narcotic. It will knock me out for several hours, allowing my body to heal. That’s why I need you to stay here until the sun rises. Then you can wake me and retrieve a healer.”

Wyck looked skeptical. “Are you sure you don’t want me to try now?”

Kron shook his head. “W
e’ll wait. Morning will be easier, and I need the sleep. I just wish I knew a good healer. I might have to send you to someone who can find a healer for us.”

“
Who?”

“
Gris.”

“
You mean Sergeant Gris?” Wyck said the words as if he couldn’t believe they had come from Lucius’s mouth.

“
The very man. He’s an old friend, and he won’t turn me over to Belgad.”

“
You hope,” Wyck added.

Chapter Twenty Six

The morning was still some hours away when Sergeant Gris began to wonder if he would survive to see the sun again. His meeting with Belgad had turned dangerous quickly and had remained so. The man from Dartague had always seemed sanely stable to the sergeant, but he was angry about the Kron Darkbow affair and the day’s events at the Asylum. The conversation had turned accusatory and paranoid with the sergeant facing the brunt of the northerner’s anger.

Gris had never thought he would become an enemy of Belgad the Liar, but now he feared that was his future. Whatever had happened to Lucius Tallerus, the man had left behind a legacy as Kron Darkbow that was not to Gris’s betterment. Belgad was nearing a breaking point, and Gris believed the larger man’s physical wrath would fall upon him. At that point, weapons would be drawn and Gris would have no choice but to fight his way out of the mansion. He doubted he would survive, because Belgad himself was a formidable opponent and he had numerous guards, but there was still the future to think about. Gris would find no protection from city officials. Belgad’s mighty hand reached too far. Gris would then know a life on the run, a life that would probably not be very long, especially since Belgad seemed to believe there was a link between the city guard sergeant and Kron Darkbow. None of the sergeant’s answers to Belgad’s questions had been suitable to the bald man. Belgad had gone on and on with more questions until the sergeant’s tongue was dry and had to be wetted with wine.

For the moment, both men were silent. Belgad stewed with his own thoughts while Gris pondered his chances of survival and escape.

Adara Corvus intervened. One of the library’s doors slammed open and the woman marched in with a nervous Spider and a stunned Lalo at her back.

The Finder was the most flustered of the lot. “
Many pardons, my lord, but this woman would not listen to sense. She insists upon speaking with you immediately.”

Belgad waved a hand for his servant to be quiet as Adara came to a stop in front of his desk.

She stared down at the seated Dartague. “
Darkbow may be alive.”

Wrinkles increased their depth on Belgad’s forehead. “Go on.”

“
There was a boy at the Scabbard who had a black bag, possibly from one of the rooms. A silver tankard fell out, a silver tankard with your name on its side.”

“
The son of a bitch stole it from me. Where is this boy?”

“
Vanished. We gave chase, but he evaded us.” Adara sneered at the words, displeased at not only having to relay the message, but having been a part of the failure herself.

“
So you’ve no idea where he went?”

“
No,” Adara and Spider said together.

Belgad smashed a fist onto the desk, sending sheets of parchment flying off the edge. Lalo moved forward quickly to return the papers to their proper place.

Belgad spun in his chair to face Gris. “You may leave, but by the ancients you had better have told me everything about your friend.”

“
Everything I know,” Gris said, standing. “I’d thank you for your hospitality, but ...”

“
Just leave.” The Dartague growled.

The sergeant hurried out, straightening his orange tabard.

Adara nodded in the direction Gris had gone. “
He might have been able to lead us to Darkbow.”

Belgad shook his head. “I don’t think so. I believe he told me all he knew. I pressured him, even making up some conspiracy nonsense to rattle him, but he didn’t break. However he knew Tallerus, I don’t believe he was aware the man was Kron Darkbow.”

Adara neared a chair, as if ready to sit. “
Where do we go from here?”

Belgad pointed a finger at Spider. “Have Lalo take you to Stilp, and I want the two of you to follow Sergeant Gris. He might be innocent in all of this, but Darkbow might try to contact him.”

Spider bowed and exited the room behind the Finder.

Adara finally sat, tired from the night’s excursion. “
What about me?”

“
You can go to the healing tower. Fortisquo will want to see your face when he wakes. If Darkbow is alive and we can discover what hole he has slunk into, then I want the two of you to dispatch him.”

***

The morning sun was just spreading its fingertips across the rooftops of Bond as Sergeant Gris slogged his way down South Road in the direction of the city guards’ main barracks. It had been a long night for him, one of several he had had of late. After dealing with Belgad and seeing to the reopening of several of the city’s flood gates, the guard sergeant was too exhausted to travel to the Rusty Scabbard to look for Lucius. He needed rest, even if only a few hours, and then he would be on his friend’s trail. Until he could get on the job himself, he planned to station several of his men at the Scabbard to keep an eye out for Lucius or anyone entering Lucius’s room. Gris only hoped he would find his friend, if Lucius was alive, and would be able to help him before Belgad’s goons found him.

The sergeant was walking up the steps leading to the entrance of the barracks when a waving arm caught the corner of his eye. Gris stopped to look in that direction.

A boy of little more than ten years stood behind a marble column to the side of the steps. He smiled and stopped flapping his arms once the sergeant’s eyes fell on him.

It took a moment for Gris’s tired mind to recognize the lad. He had seen him at Lucius’s apartment the morning after Belgad’s infamous party. Adara had said she and Spider had chased a young boy from the Scabbard the night before.

With hanging shoulders and bleary eyes, the sergeant tramped toward the boy.
“
What do you want?”

The youth glanced into the street to make sure no one else noticed him behind the pillar.
“
I’ve been sent to get your help.”

“
Lucius is alive.” Gris closed his eyes in thanks to Ashal.

“
He’s breathing, but he’s not in good shape. It looks like he’s got some broken ribs, and there’s a pretty nasty gash along one leg. Also, he calls himself Kron Darkbow now.”

Gris opened his red eyes and rubbed them with the fingers of one hand.
“
It was you at the Scabbard last night, wasn’t it?”

“
Yeah, it was me.” The youth grinned. “I bet they thought they had me for a minute there, but I gave them the slip. Learned it from the best there is himself.”

“
You mean Lucius?”

“
Nothing like traveling by rooftop.”

Gris swayed slightly on tired legs and put a hand against the marble pillar to hold himself up. Lucius, or Kron, must be in dire straits to risk sending the boy to him. How could Kron know Gris wouldn’t arrest him on sight?
“
What does he want?”

“
He needs a healer. Someone trustworthy but knows what they’re doing.”

Gris closed his eyes again to allow himself to clear his mind. There were a good number of healers in the city, several of whom Gris knew personally, but could he trust any of them? Healers were generally not men of means; they could be bought off by a gold or two.

A face popped into his mind and he opened his eyes. “
Randall Tendbones.”

“
You mean Belgad’s healer?” The boy wore disbelief on his face.

“
He doesn’t work for Belgad.”

“
I can’t send him Tendbones. He’d never trust the man. He might even try to kill him for all I know.”

Gris frowned. “
It doesn’t sound like Lucius is in condition to harm anyone.”

“
It’s Kron now,” the lad said as if he liked the sound of his friend’s new name.

“
Whatever he’s calling himself, he needs healing, and Randall is said to be one of the best, and one of the most trustworthy. I don’t believe he would turn one of his patients over to Belgad. Besides, Randall has his own secrets.”

“
Really?” The boy leaned forward in anticipation.

Gris waved the lad off. This was no time for spreading rumors.
“
Tell me where to meet you in three hours and I’ll be there with the healer. I’ll try Tendbones first, if he’s available. If not, I’ll bring the best I can.”

“
The old graveyard in the Swamps.”

“
I’ll be there.”

“
Thanks.” The boy spied the street again. He saw only a few early pedestrians walking along the way, and none seemed to be paying attention to him and the sergeant.

The youth dashed down the steps and away from the barracks.

Gris leaned against the column for a moment to rest. “So much for sleep.”

***

Stilp swallowed the chunk of salted fish that was his breakfast and grimaced at its bitter taste as it slid down his throat. From the corner of the barracks building closest to South Road he had had a good view of Sergeant Gris talking with the boy. He had not been close enough to hear what was said, but he had seen enough to know something was in the works. The lad had acted too suspicious and had darted away too quickly to not be up to no good. The sergeant had merely appeared tired, but he also had appeared interested in whatever the boy had had to say.

“
Keep on the sergeant,” Stilp said to Spider, also swallowing his breakfast of dry biscuit.

Spider grinned. “You think he knows something, don’t you?”

“
I think there’s a good chance he can lead us to this Darkbow fellow, and that’s why I want you to stay on him.”

“
What are you going to do?”

“
I’m going back to Lalo to let him know what we saw.” Stilp turned to leave. “Belgad might want us to make a move on the sergeant, but more than likely he’ll want us to watch the man and see if he leads us to Kron Darkbow.”