Queen of Demons (13 page)
Authors: David Drake
T
en donkeys with wicker panniers of cloves plodded just ahead of Cashel and Zahag; a similar train was not far behind. Traffic into the city was already brisk, though the sun was still a whisker's breadth beneath the cloudless eastern horizon. Local travelers looked at Cashel and the ape with friendly interest.
en donkeys with wicker panniers of cloves plodded just ahead of Cashel and Zahag; a similar train was not far behind. Traffic into the city was already brisk, though the sun was still a whisker's breadth beneath the cloudless eastern horizon. Local travelers looked at Cashel and the ape with friendly interest.
Cashel smiled. The pair of them probably looked like buskers planning to entertain in the city's squares. “The strong man and his trained monkey,” he murmured to his
companion. “Maybe we could earn the price of a meal while we get our bearings.”
companion. “Maybe we could earn the price of a meal while we get our bearings.”
“Right,” the ape said. The breadth of his lips emphasized his sneer. “You can lift a donkey over your head while I explain that you're a rare two-legged ox I captured on a distant island.”
Cashel chuckled. “Sorry,” he said. “My trained
ape.”
ape.”
The limestone gates were twenty feet high. Carvings commemorated something or other, but they were low relief and the stone was too weathered for Cashel to make out more than the fact that they showed figures. The walls were plaster over mud brick. Where the plaster had cracked, crumbled brick dribbled out in rich brown fans.
Fields of cloves and other spices came up close to the city walls. Folk of both sexes tended the crops; leaves bruised during harvesting filled the air with a heady odor.
The scene was wholly alien to Cashel. It didn't make him uncomfortable, but he'd have liked to see â¦
“Do they have sheep here?” he asked Zahag. “Well, did they have sheep on the Pandah we came from?”
“What do you want with a sheep?” the ape said in amazement. “I've known frogs with more brains than the smartest sheep ever born!”
“I'm used to them, is all,” Cashel said apologetically.
Zahag blatted his lips. “That figures,” he said. “Well, I never saw a sheep since Halphemos took me from Sandrakkan, and I can't say I'm sorry about that.”
All the traffic this early in the morning was toward the city: peddlers carrying garden trucks to markets within the walls, and larger-scale growers bringing spices to the docks for export. The gates constricted the flow, but the guards, wearing kilts and leather caps, appeared ceremonial rather than arrayed against a real threat.
The road bent to pass along the shore for the last fifty paces. Cashel glanced into the harbor as he waited for the congestion ahead to clear. There was an island, a low jut of rock, in the center of the harbor basin. On it was a windowless tower of pink stone that looked more like a
confection than it did a real building. Red flames rose from the surrounding water.
confection than it did a real building. Red flames rose from the surrounding water.
“That's a funny thing,” Cashel said. “What is it?”
“What's what?” the ape said. He followed Cashel's gesture and shrugged mightily.
“Well how would I know?” he said. “There isn't one like it in the other Pandah. No tower, no island. It's a stupid place for an island anyway. See how the boats have to work around it?”
Traffic shuffled forward. Cashel continued to look at the island. He supposed there was an entrance on the side he couldn't see, but that didn't explain the lack of windows. And where did the flames come from?
A figure appeared on top of the towerâa girl with auburn hair. She was a little thing, a doll of a girl, though pretty enough if you liked dolls. Sharina was slender, but she was nearly as tall as Cashel ⦠.
The last of the donkeys clopped over the stone threshold. Cashel started to follow. He could see the houses within, narrow-fronted and three or four stories high. Wooden balconies jutted out from walls covered in pastel plaster.
Cashel eyed the houses uneasily. Streets built as narrow . as this one made him feel like he was entering a cave, and he'd always preferred the open air.
“It's them!” said a guard in excitement. He put his lips to the mouthpiece of a set of bagpipes and wheezed a three-note call. Civilians looked surprised, and a donkey brayed a near equivalent to the bagpipes' sound.
Other guards came running, some of them were settling helmets on their heads or refastening sword belts they'd loosened for comfort while seated.
Cashel stopped and set his feet. He missed his quarterstaff. He'd like to hold it crossways in front of him to warn people that he didn't intend to be pushed.
Zahag bared his teeth, snarled, and tried to turn. Guards surrounded them. If Cashel had to fight, he'd grab one of
the lightly built local men and use him as a club on his fellows ⦠.
the lightly built local men and use him as a club on his fellows ⦠.
An officer with a fish-shaped tin medallion on his leather helmet appeared from a cookshop just up the street, sloshing the last of the wine from the drinking bowl he still held. “Sir!” he cried when he saw Cashel. He noticed the bowl and tossed it down in the street “Sir! Oh, the Mistress God has answered our prayers after all!”
Cashel looked over his shoulder to see if the fellow was talking to somebody on the road behind. Guards were blocking traffic so that the following train of donkeys didn't crowd him and Zahag. One of the men caught Cashel's eye and bowed in salute.
“What's all this about?” Cashel asked. Zahag had calmed; he sat on the packed dirt and searched his fur for fleas. Cashel himself was even more ill-at-ease than before when he'd thought they were being attacked. In a fight he
knew
how to behave.
knew
how to behave.
The officer, a pudgy little man, was giving instructions to a subordinate. That man ran down the street shouting to be given right-of-way. The officer turned, knelt, and dipped his head to Cashel. “Sir,” he said, “our court diviner Tayuta said that a great wizard accompanied by a monkey would appear to rescue Princess Aria.”
“I'm not aâ” Cashel began.
“I'm not a monkey!” Zahag shrieked. He leaped at the officer.
Cashel caught Zahag by the neck and jerked him back. “Behave!” he thundered. “I'll not have you embarrass me like this!”
Zahag hunched up, chastened. Cashel set the ape down and said, “I'm sorry,” to the gaping officer. “He isn't really a man, you see.”
“I see indeed,” the officer said. He drew himself upâfacing Cashel he looked like a sheep trying to be a plow oxâand went on, “Today is the last day before limed comes to claim Aria as his bride. Please, if you'll come with us quickly to the palace? There's very little time.”
“Iâ” Cashel said. He didn't have the faintest notion what the man was talking about. Certainly they couldn't have been waiting for him and Zahag because they'dâ
The illogic of what Cashel was thinking froze his tongue. The fellow said some girl was in danger, and it sounded like time was short.
“Let's go,” he said.
The officer trotted off with only a hand signal to his men. When the guards ahead and behind pushed the pace, Cashel scooped up Zahagâthe ape wasn't built for runningâand jogged with him along the narrow streets. Residents of the city crowded to either side of the narrow way, watching them go by with expressions of hope. A little girl and her mother even threw chrysanthemums plucked from a window box.
The streets of Pandah were a mixture of dirt and animal droppings. Cashel was glad of that, because walkingâlet alone runningâon cobblestones or bricks jarred his joints all the way to the base of his skull.
The buildings here probably didn't last very long. The few that were stone-built and genuinely oldâtemples, all of them; one was circular with pillars on the outsideâsat several feet down from the surface of the street and the surrounding structures. The whole city was raising itself on a mound of the last generation's ruins.
Zahag rode on Cashel's back, gripping his waist with feet as flexible as human hands and shifting his weight from side to side as he viewed the city. “Nothing like where we came from,” the ape said. He didn't sound concerned, just interested. “The people look pretty much the same, but not the houses or anything else.”
Cashel heard bagpipes and trumpets blare ahead of them. The street doglegged to the rightâit'd never been much wider than a sheep trackâand entered a paved square. There were stone buildings on either hand and a colonnade across the front to join them. At the far end of the pavement was another colonnade, this one on the harborside.
Guards and functionaries wearing bright silk and cotton were spilling from the buildings. They began to cheer when they saw Cashel.
A stately woman came out of the building on the right, wearing a fanlike headdress made of rainbow silk to match her gown. Two handmaids, dressed well but less expensively, attended her. A step behind was a fourth woman in a severe black woolen robe.
The officer of the gate guards, puffing and blowing from the run, saluted her and managed to cry, “Lady Sosia! Your daughter is safe!”
The handmaids babbled in theatrical joy. The woman in the headdressâSosia, beyond reasonable questionâturned and hugged her black-clad companion.
“Pray!” that woman said. Cashel judged her to be older than Sosia by a half a dozen years, though both were middle-aged. “Give thanks to the Mistress God that She sent us both a true sign and a champion!”
Together they sank to their knees. The handmaids threw themselves down on the flagstones as well. It looked awfully uncomfortable to Cashel, who'd stopped at the edge of the pavement.
“Come forward!” the officer said, trembling between deference and haste. “Please, sir! The evil limed may take the princess away at any moment!”
Cashel set the ape down and snarled, “Behave!” Zahag had become his responsibility when he said the ape could join him. Sheep were stupid, right enough, but you didn't have to worry about your ewe biting the queen ⦠.
“Sir,” said the officer, still struggling to get his breath, “may I have your name? Then I can present you to Sosia, Successor and descendant of She to whom the Mistress God entrusted Pandah when She returned to the heavens.”
“There's no need of formalities, Gason,” Sosia said. She'd risen with her companion but now bowed to Cashel's increasing embarrassment. “I'm a mother today, not the Successor.”
She took Cashel's hands and continued, “Will you
come within the palace, sir? We'll get you anything you require for your activities.”
come within the palace, sir? We'll get you anything you require for your activities.”
“I'm Cashel or-Kenset,” Cashel said. “Please don't call me âsir.' Please, I'm Cashel.”
He wanted to jerk his callused hands away from Sosia's amazing delicacy. Nobody in Barca's Hamlet had skin as soft as the Successor's.
The woman in black touched the arms of both Sosia and Cashel. “Come inside please,” she said. “I'm Tayuta, Master Cashel. Not a wizard like yourself, but the diviner who foretold your arrival.”
They entered the building from which the women had come. Zahag ambled along behind. Cashel supposed that it was best that Zahag be inside where he could keep an eye on him. Now he had to worry about the ape climbing expensive draperies, thoughâor worse.
The thick double doors were pieced together from small sticks, none of them bigger than Cashel's arm. Pandah must not have big trees, or maybe the folk here just liked the look of cabinetry. Over the wood was bronze filigree, a single pattern repeated over and over again. If Sharina were here, she'd know if it was writing.
Thought of Sharina made Cashel's chest tighten. He'd find her, though.
All the servants must have left the palace at the announcement of Cashel's arrival. Now the pair of handmaids and at least a dozen servants of the ordinary sort rushed in after their mistress and bustled with furniture.
The main part of the building was a single room whose walls and ceiling were painted with geometric patterns in red and blue over a background of brilliantly white lime plaster. There were no tapestries or fabrics, but Cashel thought Ilna would like the interwoven symmetries of the walls.
Sosia sat on a high-backed chair of gilt wood. Tayuta stood behind and whispered in her ear. Cashel looked in confusion at the chair a servant offered himâstyled like the Successor's but less ornate and without the gold leaf.
Zahag didn't have Cashel's instincts for politeness. The ape hooted in laughter and said, “Are all you humans stupid? Or do you just need kindling for a fire? That's all you'll have if my chief sits on
that
flimsy toy!”
that
flimsy toy!”
“I'll stand,” Cashel said. “I, ah ⦠Look, what do you want me to do? So I can do it and go find my friend. Friends.”
Sosia and Tayuta exchanged glances. “My daughter Aria was born eighteen years ago,” Sosia said without further delay. “Eighteen years ago this evening. Three days later a man who called himself limed appeared in my chamber. And I mean
appeared;
the usher swore he didn't enter by the doorway.”
appeared;
the usher swore he didn't enter by the doorway.”
“I wasn't on Pandah at the time,” Tayuta said. She stroked Sosia's hair below the splendid fan of silk. “Poor dear Sosia didn't have anyone skilled in the art to help her.”
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