She Is the Darkness: Book Two of Glittering Stone: A Novel of the Black Company (16 page)

Once again One-Eye threatened to prove useless. “You got me by the balls,” was
his response when I asked him how I could deal with my dreams.

“Goddamn it! Croaker said you’d have the answer. But if you’re going to be that
way, screw you. Stick it in your ear.”

“Hey, Kid. Take it easy. What way?”

“Purposely stupid.”

“You’re too young to be so cynical, Kid. Where’d you get the idea I couldn’t
straighten out something as simple as a dream raider?”

“I got it from something this lazy-ass little old man told me about twenty
seconds ago.”

“Did not.” He stomped around. “Shit. You’re sure the Old Man told you come to me
about this?”

“I’m sure.”

“And you told me everything? Didn’t leave some little detail out, you’re too
proud to mention, that’s going to get me bit on the ass if I do something?”

“I told you everything.” It had been hard but I had.

“I got to get out of this. I’m losing it.” He showed me his best glower. “You’re
sure the Old Man sent you to me? You weren’t just hearing voices?”

“I’m sure.” I stared at that stupid hat of his, wondering if I could get it to
hold still long enough for me to put it out of its misery.

“Nobody likes a smartass, Kid.”

“Even you have friends, One-Eye.”

He pranced around some. “I don’t want to do this. I don’t think Croaker knows
what he’s doing. Why should I?”

I did not realize that he was talking to himself, not me. “On account of I’m a
brother and I need help.”

“All right. Don’t tell me you didn’t ask for this. Come on up to the wagon.”

A shiver of anticipation overcame me. It was so strong both One-Eye and Thai Dei
noticed. One-Eye muttered to himself. As he started to turn he told Thai Dei,

“You come along, too.”

The why of that proved to be Mother Gota. “She turned up, eh?” I observed. I
probably did not sound thrilled. The fact was, I was not thrilled. Having Mother
Gota around generally made me wish I had boils on my butt instead.

“Found her sitting beside the road looking downright forlorn as we started down
the south slope of the pass.”

I knew it was a waste of time but I asked anyway. “Where have you been? Where is
Uncle Doj?”

Did I say something out loud? Apparently not. She did not respond. She began
carping at Thai Dei about how he was keeping himself. Maybe his hair was too
long or his beard not plucked. What was insignificant. There was always
something to complain about and something to criticize.

One-Eye said, “While they’re getting caught up I want you to climb in the wagon
and go for a stroll with the ghost. Whoa, boy! Let’s not get so eager. If the
Old Man wants you to see me about your dreams there’s only one possible reason.”

He looked over his shoulder. He laid a really hard look on mother and son.

“Something he told me to spend some time on before you all took off for your
adventures over here.”

“Think you can get to the point?” I had both hands on the wagon’s tailgate.

“All right, smartass. You get in there, you take Smoke back to the night your
wife died. You watch it happen.”

“Goddamn it!”

“Shut up, Kid. I’ve had all your self-pity I can handle. So’s the Old Man, I
guess. You want to be able to deal with these dreams, you go back there and take
a damned good look at what made you the way you are right now. You watch every
second of it. Three times, if that’s what it takes. Then you come back and we’ll
talk.”

I started to argue.

“You shut your mouth and do it. Or you just stay away and spend the rest of your
life living in your own fantasies.”

He pissed me off so bad I wanted to jump his ass. Which would not be wise on
several counts. I let the anger give me a boost as I hoisted myself into the
wagon.

I guess you do not quite know yourself, ever. I really did believe I had it
handled until the encounter with Kina, the temptation of the impossible promise
to give me back my dead. After that the pain had grown back up again.

It was amazing how much I did not want to go watch Sarie die. The force that
moved me on, that convinced me I had to do it, was a whiff of carrion I caught
as something that might have been Kina passed me in the ghost world. Looking for
me?

I found the Palace. I stalled by looking in on the Radisha Drah. Not much had
changed except that word had arrived about the triumph at Charandapresh. Debate
was more lively now, with the Radisha forced to take the unpopular viewpoint and
remind her fellow conspirators that this unexpected victory did not mean that
Longshadow had been conquered. In the end she closed debate by ordering Cordy
Mather to take a party of fact finders south to gather reliable information. A
bureaucratic solution that just pushed back the day of treachery.

With a reluctance I did not entirely fathom, so powerful was it, I rode Smoke to
my old quarters. They were unoccupied still. Everything lay where I had left it,

gathering dust.

I had Smoke move backward, very gingerly as we approached the time when the evil
had occurred. For some reason I felt it was very important that I not encounter
my previous self. That if I did so I would get caught back there living the
whole thing over again just as I had a number of times with my plunges into the
darkness of Dejagore.

Maybe I could warn Sarie. That woman in the swamp had been aware of me for an
instant. Maybe someone who knew me as well as Sahra did, and me wanting to
change things as much as I did, could force a warning across the barrier of
time.

It seemed my trips back to Dejagore may have changed a few things, though there
was no way to be sure.

There. Guards and whatnot rushed all over the place. Some chased Stranglers,

some headed for my apartment. This would be after I had arrived myself. So I
needed to jump maybe another half hour.

I did so, going down to the entrance the Deceivers had used to penetrate the
Palace. I had seen these murders before because I had been curious how men so
alert could be taken by surprise. The first couple of Deceivers came disguised
as temple prostitutes fulfilling their obligations to their goddess. It had not
occurred to the guards to turn the ladies down. That would have been
sacrilegious.

This was before I became involved. I jumped upstairs, to the apartment, where my
mother-in-law and Sarie were doing housework, concluding the day. Uncle Doj and
To Tan were asleep already. Thai Dei was not, probably because he was waiting
for me to return from a job where he had not been welcome. He had his eyes
closed and seemed to be trying to shut out his mother’s carping two rooms away.

How Sarie managed I do not know. Particularly when I was the object of this
diatribe.

Mother Gota was more fierce than usual. She wanted to know when Sahra was going
to abandon this headstrong idiocy—a thousand curses upon the head of Hong
Tray—and get herself back to the swamps where she belonged. There was still a
chance she could marry, though certainly not well, seeing as she was past her
best years and she had allowed herself to be defiled by a foreigner.

Sarie took it with such calm I knew she was accustomed to it and did not let her
emotions be touched. She went about her business as though her mother was not
speaking at all. Soon they finished what they were about. Sahra went to our room
without so much as a “Good night,” which only irritated her mother more.

I always knew Mother Gota did not approve of me and suspected she talked behind
my back but I never guessed it had gotten that virulent. The sound of it told me
the only reason Mother Gota had come to Taglios was to get her daughter back
home.

I was aware that she had broken some tribal taboos in coming to me but I had
misjudged the true depth of feeling of the Nyueng Bao toward outsiders.

The apartment became very quiet. To Tan and Uncle Doj were snoring. Sarie fell
asleep almost instantly. Mother Gota was too busy complaining to turn in
immediately.

She did not need an audience, apparently.

I was there hovering when the apartment door opened and the first Strangler
slipped inside. He was a black rumel man, an assassin who had killed many times.

One after another, a whole troop followed him in. They believed they were going
to attack Croaker, the Liberator. The last reliable intelligence they had from
inside the Palace had Croaker living in this apartment. He had turned it over to
me little more than a week before.

The results were unfortunate for everyone but the Old Man.

Moments after they entered they were aware that there were several people in the
apartment. They whispered too softly to be heard. Fingers pointed. They split
into four teams, three of three men each while another half dozen stayed in the
main room, just inside the hall door.

To Tan, Thai Dei and Uncle Doj were nearest that room. To Tan was nearest of
all. Then Uncle Doj. Then Thai Dei.

To Tan never had a chance. He never woke up. But Thai Dei was not asleep yet and
Uncle Doj must have had a guardian angel. He popped up as the Strangler team hit
him. The arm-holders, whose task it was to keep the victim from defending
himself while the senior Strangler got his rumel around his neck and finished
him, were not strong enough for their task. He threw them off, then dropped the
master Strangler with a violent smash from an elbow. Before the other two could
get back at him he reached Ash Wand.

Thai Dei came to his feet as the door to his room swung inward. The arm-holders
hit him as he headed for his swords, flinging him violently across the room but
not before he got hold of his shortsword.

Thai Dei shouted warnings as he lashed out.

The Stranglers waiting in the main room stormed back to help their brothers. By
the time they arrived Mother Gota was up and flailing around with a sword and
Sahra, who had no weapon whatsoever and no way out of our room except through
the melee, was trying to find some way to block the entrance.

I studied the next two minutes over and over. During them a dozen people died.

All of them Deceivers. Thai Dei managed to get his arm broken. Uncle Doj chased
survivors into the hall.

It did not happen the way I had been told but it was close enough to that point.

But afterward no bad guys got in behind Doj and murdered Sahra. Sahra was in bad
shape but she was alive. When Doj returned from the chase Mother Gota suggested
she be given something to calm her down. Uncle Doj agreed. In minutes Sahra was
out, in the bed where I would see her shortly.

I had to go away for a while. I would be arriving any minute. I came back when I
knew I would be out cold, having drunk something offered me by Uncle Doj while I
lay down with my beloved.

I watched them take Sarie and To Tan away. Uncle Doj, Thai Dei and various
relatives, as Mother Gota would tell me after I awakened, carrying their bodies
off for proper funerals at home.

I managed a fair amount of anger out there despite the emotion deadening
environment.

I followed the party off to Nyueng Bao land. There were other bodies, too. The
Strangler raid had taken the lives of several Nyueng Bao bodyguards.

Surprise, surprise. Sarie came back to life before the party ever cleared the
city. She acted just about the same as I had on wakening and finding her gone.

“What’s happening?” she demanded. “Why are we here?” She directed her questions
to Uncle Doj but Doj did not respond except to make a gesture toward Thai Dei,

who was distracted by the pain of his broken arm.

Thai Dei mumbled, “We are taking you home, Sarie. There is no longer any reason
for you to remain in this evil city.”

“What? You can’t do this. Take me back to Murgen.”

Thai Dei stared down at the cobblestones. “Murgen is dead, Sarie. The tooga
killed him.”

“No!”

“I’m sorry, Sahra,” Uncle Doj said. “Many tooga paid with their lives but it was
a price they were willing to pay. Many of our people died, too, and where they
failed or they were not present many of the others perished as well.” The word
he used as “others” was Nyueng Bao for anyone who was not Nyueng Bao.

“He can’t be dead,” Sarie cried. She for sure had the wail of grief down pat.

“He can’t die without seeing his child!”

Uncle Doj stopped dead in his tracks, as numb as a poleaxed steer. Thai Dei
stared at his sister and began making a whimpering sound. Since I was getting
used to Nyueng Bao ways I assumed he was distraught because it would be
impossible for him to marry off a sister who carried the child of an outsider.

Uncle Doj muttered, “I am beginning to believe your mother is wiser than we
thought, Thai Dei. She blamed all this on Hong Tray. Now it begins to look like
your grandmother was entirely too clever. Or we just misunderstood. Her prophecy
may have included Murgen only indirectly. It might be about the child Sahra is
carrying.”

I understood that the woman in the swamp, twice seen already, must be Sarie
herself.

“There will be no place for Sahra, then,” Thai Dei said, pain obvious. “If she
bears an outsider’s bastard . . . ”

“Take me back,” Sahra said. “If you won’t let me be I will be Nyueng Bao no
longer. I will go to my husband’s people. There will be a place for me with the
Black Company.”

This was social heresy of an order so high that both Thai Dei and Uncle Doj were
stricken speechless.

I do not believe I would have been speechless had I been able to get at those
two right then. I lifted away. I had heard enough to know where I stood, where
Sarie stood and where my faithful companion Thai Dei stood. The Old Man might
not be right about the Nyueng Bao but he was for sure not wrong.

I skipped forward in time rapidly, tracking Sarie. Thai Dei and Uncle Doj took
her to that temple where I had spotted her before. They left her in the hands of
a great uncle who was a priest. Sahra was, in essence now, an orphan, though she
was a grown woman twice married. The temple was where Nyueng Bao without family
went. The temple became home. The priests and nuns became family. In return, the
orphan was expected to dedicate his or her life to good works and whatever
deities the Nyueng Bao worshipped.