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The Taglian Territories:

The Thing in the Cesspit
I have a question,” Murgen said. The stronghold at Nijha was in sight. “Who’s
going to tell Sleepy we’re in bed with the Protector?”

I replied, “I don’t reckon anybody has to. Not putting it that way, anyhow.”

“She’s a reasonable woman,” Lady opined. “She’ll understand what we did and
why.”

Tobo laughed. Murgen just grinned weakly. The boy wizard said, “You must not
have been paying attention. Or you must’ve mistaken the Sleepy I know for
somebody else.”

I told him, “She’ll get over it. How’s Soulcatcher doing on cutting Booboo off?”

“She has pickets out in a line south of Dejagore. The line keeps spreading out
wider, to either side of the Rock Road. She doesn’t entirely trust me to send
her solid information. And I’m not giving her everything I know because I don’t
want her guessing how well I can keep an eye on her. She’s not talking about
this to her captains, by the way. My guess is she’s afraid she’ll start losing
them if they begin worrying about Kina.”

What a bold lot we were. When first the Company arrived in the Taglian
Territories a fixed part of Taglian culture was that the Goddess was never named
lest her attention be attracted. If a name just had to be used people would
reference the watered-down avatar from Gunni myth, Khadi.

The fact that the name Kina is now widely used in daily speech is one more
indication of the magnitude of the impact the Company has had these past few
decades.

Maybe those old-timers had been right to be terrified of us. We have shaken a
civilization to its foundations. And its future does not look bright.

They asked for it. All we ever wanted was to pass on through.

“We won’t have to deal with Sleepy for a few days yet,” Tobo told us. “She’s
moving out of the highlands onto the plain, following the south bank of the
Viliwash right now. She’s only moving a few miles a day. The countryside there
has enough of a surplus to support her easily. She’s started trying to recruit.

In the name of the Prahbrindrah Drah. The Prince and his sister are showing
themselves off.”

I had a feeling they would not sell well in those parts. That was territory that
had been conquered by the Black Company in Taglios’ name. “What about Booboo?”

“Almost up to the Protector’s picket line now. Sticking to the Rock Road. The
Black Hounds have instructions to make sure she gets caught.”

Lady grumped, “I thought she was caught already. That she was a prisoner.”

“That’s true. But right now she seems content to have it that way. I understand
that her guards aren’t nearly as attentive to her security as they ought to be.”

Having read Sleepy’s Annals I was not surprised. Booboo seemed capable of having
a mind-numbing impact on nearby male-type people.

“Then that’s something you need to let my sister know. Otherwise she could get a
surprise that would leave all of us unhappy.”

We were approaching the Nijha wall. I said, “You experts ought to give this
place the once-over. See if our bitty old buddy left any evidence behind.” That
earned me frowns and scowls. Here came a chance to rest and I was talking about
more work. Not for me but for them. I changed the subject and asked Lady, “You
said Sleepy burned the Books of the Dead? The real ones? You were a direct
witness?”

“I was a witness through the white crow. She burned all three of them. Shivetya
himself has their ashes. He’s been having Baladitya dispose of them a pinch at a
time by having them carried away by anyone who’s traveling the plain.”

Tobo said, “I moved a lot of them back when Suvrin and I were exploring the
plain. What’s up?”

“An old man natural’s curiosity, I guess. Everyone, and the Deceivers seemed to
agree, thinks the Daughter of Night—or whoever inherits her job if she
fails—will have to have the Books of the Dead to complete the rituals of the
Year of the Skulls. No books, no resurrection. Right?”

I did not get an answer. There was no answer anyone could give. In actual fact
nobody really knew. Possibly not even my befuddled daughter or poor old Deceiver
and now very dead Narayan Singh.

Lady stipulated, “The old witch is still in there trying, isn’t she?”

“Isn’t she?”

Lady and Tobo found nothing of interest at the Nijha post. Goblin had not shed
his skin or left any secret Deceiver hex signs. He had just started running
while the getting was good, as soon as somebody realized that he might be
responsible for Narayan’s murder.

Uncle Doj rejoined us at Nijha. So did some stragglers who had accumulated
there. Sleepy would not have much trouble with desertions. These men knew no one
outside the Company and spoke not a word of Taglian or any other local language.

With the stragglers added we would number more than a hundred when we resumed
traveling. Of the original group we lacked only Spook and Panda Man, who had
been awarded the dubious honor of staying behind to watch the shadowgate.

Once she finished looking for other evidence, Lady cornered Doj. “Where’s the
body?”

“Huh?” The old swordmaster was baffled.

“Narayan Singh. What did you do with his corpse?”

Tobo and I exchanged looks. That question had not occurred to either of us. It
might be a good idea to make doubly certain just who had died. Narayan Singh had
been a veritable Prince of Deceivers, beloved of Kina.

One of the injured men left to garrison Nijha volunteered, “They threw him in
the old cesspit, then filled it with dirt and rock from the new latrine, ma’am.

Which was built according to your specifications, sir.”

I have had a reputation as a martinet along those lines ever since I joined the
Company. And when health, hygiene and waste disposal are handled my way the
Company tends to experience significantly fewer disease problems than do people
who do not do things my way. It remains impossible to reason with some men,

though, so I just give orders and make sure they are carried out.

“Dig him up,” Lady directed. And when nobody rushed to grab up picks and shovels
she began to glow darkly and swell up and even to develop fangs.

Then people started looking for tools.

“That was interesting,” I told her.

“Been working on it since I ambushed myself and that tree. It doesn’t take much
effort or power but it ought to be visually impressive.”

“It definitely was that.”

The exhumation satisfied Lady. There was a body. It resembled Narayan Singh,

even including his bad leg. And it was unnaturally well preserved considering
where it had been buried.

“Well?” I asked after she had gone so far as to open the body up. I do not know
what she expected to find.

“It does seem to be him. Considering who he served, who seemed to love him, I
was almost certain there wouldn’t be a body. Or it wouldn’t be Narayan’s if
there was.”

The truth was, she had not wanted it to be Narayan. She did not want Singh
evading her vengeance this easily.

“There’s no dramatic unity in real life,” I told her. “Save it up and take it
out on Goblin.”

She offered me a wicked look.

“I mean on the thing that’s taken possession of Goblin.” The real Goblin would
be my oldest surviving friend.

She carved Narayan’s corpse into little pieces. She left a trail of those for
the bugs and buzzards over the next several days. But the man’s head, heart and
hands she kept in a jar of pickling brine.

I did not ask why or if she had a plan. Narayan’s escape had left her in much
too black a mood for small talk.

A couple of times I did overhear her cursing the fact that there were no great
necromancers left in the world.

She would call Narayan back from paradise or hell to make him pay for taking our
daughter.

The smaller Voroshk girl, the captive, came out to see us. In not bad Taglian
she told us, “Sedvod just died.” She stared at Tobo the whole time.

I went to check. The sick boy had, indeed, passed on. And I still had no idea
why.

I figured the Goblin thing probably deserved the blame.

The Nether Taglian Territories:

Along the Viliwash
Sleepy surprised us all. She was irked about us dealing with Soulcatcher but she
made no great fuss. “This situation isn’t the one I prepared for. Tobo. I trust
you’re taking steps to prevent the Protector from observing what we’re doing.”

“She sees what we want her to see. Which means she doesn’t see what we’re doing,

only what our mutual enemies are doing.”

Which was not much on Booboo’s part. Despite her best effort to vanish during
the night after her captors first encountered Soulcatcher’s pickets, she
remained a captive. She would be turned over to Soulcatcher herself within a few
days.

Goblin, moving faster than the girl’s captors were, had been gaining ground fast
and Tobo now placed him only about thirty miles behind. I suggested that he
would be more trouble to Soulcatcher than Booboo ever could.

Thinking out loud, I said, “I wonder if this is how myths get started.”

People looked at me like they were not sure they wanted to know what that was
all about.

I explained. “Here we’ve got a bunch of people visiting strange places most
people couldn’t get to even if they wanted. We’ve got close relatives squabbling
and even trying to murder each other.”

“That’s reaching,” Murgen said.

“I like it,” Tobo said. “A thousand years from now they’ll remember me as the
god of storms. Or something.”

“Or something?” his father asked. “How about the small god who makes littler
rocks out of runty stones?”

Earlier Tobo had gotten caught making stones explode. He had been doing it for
the sheer joy of watching them shatter and hearing the fragments ricochet. He
was embarrassed. But you have got to have fun once in a while. Today’s Company
is not nearly as much fun as it was when I was young.

I snickered. “We marched forty miles every day. Uphill all the way. In the snow.

When we weren’t in the swamp.”

“What?”

“Thought I’d start practicing for when I get really old. How do you make rocks
explode?”

“Oh. That’s easy. You just kind of feel what they’re like inside. You find the
water. You make it hot enough and the rock goes boom.”

Find the water. Inside a rock. And the rock goes boom. Right. I had to ask. I
changed the subject. “How are those Voroshk kids doing?” Despite everything he
had to do, Tobo found time to spend with our captives.

It was amazing how much the kid could handle in a day.

I could recall when life worked that way for me. Back when we were marching up
all those hills. With cold, wet feet.

“Uncle Doj has them speaking Taglian like they were born in the delta, in the
shadow of the temple of Ghanghesha.”

“Excellent.” He was poking fun, of course.

“They’re picking up the language. Shukrat and Magadan could get by now. Arkana
is having trouble but she’s catching on. None of them are mourning Sedvod.

Gromovol, the brother, is being stubborn. He doesn’t like not being the only
conduit. He likes to be in control. Of something. But even he is making
progress.”

“Gromovol is the pain in the ass, then? Which’re which with the other names? I
haven’t heard any names before.”

“That’s because they hadn’t given up hope that their family would rescue them
from their own dumb mistake. Even more than the Gunni do, they believe their
names can be used against them. There’s a connection with their souls.”

“Which means that Shukrat and Magadan and whatnot won’t actually be real names.”

“They’re real public names. Work names. Just not true names.”

“I’ve never understood the concept but it’s one I’ve learned to live with. Which
one is which?”

“Shukrat is the shorter girl. The one who crashed.”

“The one who’s working up a crush on you.”

Tobo ignored me. The ability to ignore seems to be coupled with a talent for
sorcery. “Arkana is the ice queen. Which I definitely would not mind melting.

Magadan is the quiet guy.”

Magadan, in my estimation, would be the dangerous one. If he so chose. He
observed and studied and prepared. He did not bluster or invoke the threat of
powers from a world away. “Did you tell them what happened at the shadowgate?”

“They didn’t want to believe me but they did enough to decide to introduce
themselves. Enough to conclude that they’re likely to be a part of our world for
a long time to come.”

“You did remind them that that’s what they asked for?”

“Sure. Shukrat even managed to joke about it. She has a great sense of humor.

For a girl. Who didn’t ask to be here.”

Considering the females in his experience I could see how he might think a
feeble sense of humor was a sex-linked characteristic. Only Iqbal Singh’s wife
ever smiled and joked. And Suruvhija’s lot was the poorest of all the women
associated with the Company.

“But all you can see is long legs, long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a
monumental set of gazoombies.” Once we got up into settled country we needed to
find the kid a whore. Twenty years old and never been laid.

On the other hand, harnessing all that energy the way we were right now had a
lot to recommend it. We were not headed into an era where we could let our most
talented wizard be distracted by nature.

Maybe we should find him a traveling companion.

I could just imagine what his mother would say about that.

“The future,” I said, raising my hand as though holding a drink. “We have to get
Swan and Blade set up in the brewing business.”

Murgen said, “That’s what I miss most about One-Eye, too.”

“Here’s a thought. Maybe Goblin will get so thirsty he’ll shake Kina off and set
up a still.”

I had to mention Goblin. That took the pleasure out of the moment.

Everybody who remembered the old Goblin had to deal with those memories each
time the man’s name came up. Those memories were going to be treacherous if ever
we confronted the revenant himself. Even if they caused just a moment’s
hesitation.

If we had to go after Goblin hard we would be better served to send people from
Hsien. They would not be sentimental about him. Their exposure was entirely
hearsay.

I did not want to hasten the day.

I asked, “Tobo, now that we’ve slowed down, what are we going to do about the
Howler?” An entire infantry company had been saddled with that sleeping sorcerer
from the day he and Longshadow had been brought up out of the earth. That
company had no other duties but transporting and protecting the Howler.

“Something’s got to be. If she don’t wake him up and make a deal we’d better
kill him. Before Soulcatcher figures out that we’ve got him and steals him so
she can use him herself.”

I was worried that Sleepy was not taking the Howler seriously enough. She had no
experience of him. Not enough to understand just how dangerous he could be,

which was just as dangerous as Soulcatcher. And he was crazier than she was.

The Howler was no dedicated enemy of ours though he had worked against us far
more often than otherwise. His nature seemed to make him a follower. He
gravitated toward where the strength seemed to be. He was so powerful I would
prefer he was with us rather than not. Or, if not with us, dead.

“There’s a certain amount of debate. Sleepy would rather just leave him for the
jackals. Mom would, too, only she keeps having these premonitions. You know how
big premonitions are with the women of the Ky family.”

“One got your mom and dad together.”

“No use crying over spilled milk,” Willow Swan said. “How about somebody tells
Sleepy if she’s not going anywhere in a hurry why don’t we set down in one
place? It’s a pain to set up and tear down every day if we’re not going
anywhere.”

Our northward drift did allow for a lot of camp time. I used it to work on these
Annals. Lady used it to get several wagon loads of large bamboo poles collected
so she could begin manufacturing a new generation of fireball projectors. Tobo
used it to teach the Voroshk youngsters. I joined him occasionally. The boy
Magadan seemed to have a healing touch. We needed to nurture that.

Arkana remained the ice queen. Shukrat grew more relaxed with us. And Gromovol
decided he wanted to become my buddy—in support of whatever scheme was shaping
up inside of him.

Although he did not spread it around, Tobo figured out the basics of riding the
Voroshk flying post. At least, a particular flying post. I suspect Shukrat
helped him. It was her post he sneaked out in the middle of the night, indulging
all of a young man’s joy in adventure.