The Book of Jhereg (80 page)

“If you’re that close, why don’t you do it?”

“We don’t want it yet. The time isn’t right for it. Oh, we could hold the city for a while, but the rest of the country isn’t ready, and we can’t stand against the rest of the country. But if we have to, we will, because it will serve as an example and we’ll grow because of it. The Empire can’t crush us because the rest of the country would rise; they see us as representing them.”

“So they’re just going to give you what you want?”

He shook his head. “They can’t fully investigate the murders because it would expose how closely the Jhereg is tied to the Empire, and the Jhereg itself would have to fight back and total chaos would ensure. They know what we
can
do, but they don’t know what we’re
going
to do, so all they can do is move their troops in, and hope that we make a mistake and lose the confidence of the masses so they can crush us—our movement and the citizens alike.”

I stared at him. “Do you really believe all that? You still haven’t told me what’s going to stop Herth from bringing six or seven assassins in here and just cleaning you out.”

“Weren’t you, yourself, trying to play Herth off against the Empire?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you didn’t have to. We almost took the city the last time the Jhereg killed one of our people, and the Jhereg know very well that if it happens again the Empire will have to move against them. How is that going to affect this Herth fellow?”

“Hard to say. He’s getting desperate.”

Kelly shook his head again and leaned back in his chair. I studied him. Who did he remind me of? Aliera, perhaps, with that cocksure attitude. Maybe Morrolan, with his feeling that, well, of course he could destroy anyone who got in his way, because that’s just how things are. I don’t know. There was no question that the man was brilliant, but—I didn’t know then, and I still don’t.

I was trying to figure out my next riposte when Kelly’s head shot up, and at the same time Loiosh spun around. Kelly said, “Hello, Cawti.”

I didn’t turn. Loiosh started hissing and I heard Rocza hiss back. Loiosh flew off and I heard wings flapping and much hissing. Cawti said, “Hello, Vlad. Do those two remind you of anything?”

I did turn around then, and there were circles under her eyes. She looked haggard and worn. I wanted to hold her and tell her it was all right, except I didn’t dare, and it wasn’t. Kelly stood up and left. I suppose he expected me to be grateful.

When he was gone, I said, “Cawti, I want you out of this. This little group is going to be crushed and I want you somewhere safe.”

She said, “Yeah, I figured that out last night, after I left.”

Her voice was quiet as she spoke, and I heard no harshness or hate in it. I said, “Does it change anything?”

“I’m not sure. You’re asking me to choose between my beliefs and my love.”

I swallowed. “Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m doing.”

“Are you sure you have to?”

“I have to make sure you’re safe.”

“What about you?”

“That’s another question. It doesn’t apply to this.”

“The only reason you did all that was—”

“To save your life, dammit!”

“Stop it, Vlad. Please.”

“Sorry.”

“You did it because you’re so full of how powerful Herth is that you can’t see how weak he is compared to the armed might of the masses.”

I started to tell her to stop that noise about the “armed might of the masses,” but I didn’t. I thought about it for a minute. Well, yeah, if the masses were armed, and had leaders they trusted and all that, yeah, they could be powerful. If, if, if. I said, “What if you’re wrong?”

She actually stopped and thought about that for a moment, which surprised me. Then she said, “Remember outside the old place, when the Phoenix Guards showed up? Herth just stood there while that Dragonlord cut his face. Herth
hated her and wanted to kill her, but he just stood there and took it. Who was more powerful?”

“Okay, the Dragonlord. Go on.”

“The Dragonlord just stood there, troops and all, while Kelly laid down our demands. Can you really think that Kelly is more powerful than a Dragon warrior?”

“No.”

“Neither can I. The power was the armed might of the masses. You
saw
it. You think you, by yourself, are stronger than it is?”

“I don’t know.”

“You admit you might be wrong?”

I sighed, “Yeah.”

“Then why don’t you stop trying to protect me? It’s insulting, in addition to everything else.”

I said, “I
can’t
, Cawti. Don’t you see that? I just can’t. You don’t have the right to throw your life away. No one does.”

“Are you sure I’m throwing my life away?”

I closed my eyes, and felt the start of tears that I hadn’t been able to shed the night before. I stopped them. I said, “Let me think about it, all right?”

“All right.”

“Are you coming back home?”

“Let’s wait until this is over, then we’ll see where we are.”

“Over? When will it be over?”

“When the Empress withdraws her troops.”

“Oh.”

Loiosh came back in and landed on my shoulder. I said, “
Everything settled, chum?
”

“
Pretty much, boss. I’m not going to be flying too well for a few days. She got in a good one on my right wing
.”

“
I see
.”

“
Nothing to worry about
.”

“
Yeah
.”

I stood up and walked past Cawti without touching her. Kelly was in the other room, deep in conversation with Gregory and a few others. None of them looked up as I left. I stepped outside, carefully, but saw no one suspicious. I teleported back home, deciding that Kragar could handle things at the office better than I could right now.

The stairs up to my flat seemed long and steep, and my legs felt leaden. Once inside, I collapsed on the couch again and stared off into space for a while. I thought about cleaning the place up, but it didn’t really need it and I didn’t have the energy.

Loiosh asked if I’d like to see a show and I didn’t.

I spent a couple of hours sharpening my rapier because it seemed likely I’d be needing it soon. Then I stared off into space for a while, but no ideas fell from the sky and landed on me.

After a while I got up and selected a book of poems by Wint. I opened the book at random, and was at a poem called “Smothered.”

I read it to the end, and wondered. Maybe I was wrong. It didn’t seem obscure at all, just then.

I
WOKE UP IN
the chair, the book on my lap. I felt stiff and uncomfortable, which is natural after sleeping in a chair. I stretched out to loosen my muscles, then bathed. It was pretty early. I put some wood in the stove and kicked it up with sorcery, then cooked a few eggs and warmed up some herb bread that Cawti had made before she left. It was especially good with garlic butter. The klava helped, and it helped to do the dishes and clean up the place. By the time that was done I felt almost ready for the day.

I wrote a few letters of instruction to various people, in case of my demise. I kept them terse. I sat down and thought for a while. I hate, I mean
hate
, changing a plan at the last minute, but there was no way around it. Cawti wasn’t going to be safe. Furthermore, there was the chance that Kelly was right. No, there just wasn’t any way to arrange for all of my enemies to neatly destroy each other; I had to do something else. I ran down the events of the past few days and my options for dealing with the situation I had created, and eventually hit on the idea of bringing my grandfather into things.

Yeah, that might work, as long as he didn’t show up while there was still fighting going on. I put what passed for the finishing touches on the idea.

I concentrated on Kragar, and soon he said, “
Who is it?
”

“
It’s me
.”

“
What is it?
”

“
Can you reach Ishtvan?
”

“
Yeah
.”

“
Give him Kelly’s new address in South Adrilankha, and have him wait there, out of sight, this afternoon
.”

“
Okay. Anything else?
”

“
Yeah
.” I gave him the rest of his instructions.

“
Do you really think he’ll go for it, Vlad?
”

“
I don’t know. Right now it’s our best shot, though
.”

“
Okay
.”

Then I drew my rapier and made a few passes in the air, loosening up my wrist. Supple but firm, my grandfather always said.

I checked all of my weapons as carefully as I ever have, then I organized my thoughts and teleported. Unless I was very much mistaken, today would be it.

* * *

There was a nasty wind whipping through the streets of South Adrilankha. It wasn’t terribly chilly, but it had something of a sting from the dust it kicked up. It played havoc with my cloak as I leaned against a wall near Kelly’s headquarters. I moved to a place out of the wind that also provided better concealment, although not quite as good a view. I watched the Phoenix Guards march by in neat groups of four. They were trying to maintain order where there was no disorder, and some of them, mostly the Dragons, were either bored or grumbling. The Teckla seemed to be enjoying it; they could strut around the street and be important. They were the ones who were constantly gripping the hilts of their weapons.

The interesting thing was how easy it was to tell the political affiliations of the passersby. There were no headbands, but they weren’t necessary. Some people would walk the streets furtively, or go quickly to their destinations as if they were afraid of being out on the streets. Others seemed to savor the tension in the air; they would walk with their heads up, glancing about themselves as if something might
happen
at any moment, and they didn’t want to miss it.

By early afternoon Ishtvan was probably around somewhere, though I didn’t see him. Quaysh was, too, I assumed. Quaysh knew that I knew he was there, but I felt hopeful that Quaysh didn’t know Ishtvan was there.

I reached Kragar again. “
Anything exciting happen?
”

“
No. Ishtvan is there
.”

“
Good. So am I. All right, send the message
.”

“
You’re sure?
”

“
Yeah. Now or never. I won’t have the nerve again
.”

“
Okay. And the sorceress?
”

“
Yes. Send her to the apothecary across from Kelly’s. And have her wait. Does she know me by sight?
”

“
I doubt it. But you’re pretty easy to describe. I’ll make sure she recognizes you
.”

“
Okay. Have at it
.”

“
Right, Vlad
.”

And we were committed.

* * *

The note that Herth would be receiving was quite simple. It said: “I’m prepared to compromise, if you’ll arrange for the removal of the Phoenix Guards. Because of the Guards, I can’t leave my flat. You may arrive at your convenience.—Kelly.”

Its strength was its weakness: It was too obvious to be the fake that it was. But Kelly and Herth couldn’t know each other well enough to communicate psionically, so messages were required. Herth was bound to have a very low opinion of Kelly, which was also important. In order for this to work, Herth had to believe that Kelly was scared of the Phoenix Guards, and Herth had to think that Kelly was ignorant of how much of a threat these guards were to a
Jhereg.
I
knew that Kelly was really aware of all that, but presumably Herth didn’t.

So, the questions were: Would Herth show up in person? How many bodyguards would he bring? And, what other precautions would he take?

The sorceress arrived before anything else happened. I didn’t recognize her. She was a tall Jhereg with black hair in tight curls. Her mouth was harsh and she showed some signs of Athyra in her ancestry. She wore the Jhereg grey. She entered the shop. I followed carefully. She saw me as I entered and said, “Lord Taltos?” I nodded. She gestured at Kelly’s building. “You want a block to prevent anyone from teleporting out. Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

I pulled out a coin, studied it with eye and fingers for a moment, and handed it to her. “When this heats up.”

“All right,” she said.

I left the shop, still being very careful. I didn’t want to be attacked just yet. I resumed my old position and waited. A few minutes later a Dragaeran in the colors of House Jhereg showed up.

I said, “
All right, Loiosh. Take off
.”

“
Are you sure?
”

“
Yeah
.”

“
Okay, boss. Good luck
.”

He flew away. That put a time limit on things. The bloody part of the day had to be over within, I guessed, about thirty minutes. I drew a dagger and held it low, and pushed myself deeper into the shadows cast by the tall old house I was standing against. Then I put the dagger away and fingered my rapier, but didn’t draw it. I touched Spellbreaker, but left it wrapped around my wrist. I squeezed my hands into and out of fists.

What was going on inside Kelly’s flat, I could only guess at. But I had no doubt that the Jhereg had been a messenger from Herth. He would have walked in and said, “Herth is on his way.” Neither Kelly nor the messenger would know why, so—

Natalia and Paresh left the building, walking in opposite directions.

—Kelly would send for help. From whom? From the “people,” of course. My earlier plan had required this, and I could have then informed the Phoenix Guards of it and incited mutual destruction. I wasn’t going to do that now, however, because Cawti was still part of it.

Four Jhereg showed up. Enforcers, hired muscle, leg-men. Two of them went inside to check the place over, while the others studied the area, looking for people like me. I stayed hidden. If Ishtvan was there, he did too. Likewise Quaysh. I was getting a lesson in how easy it is to hide on a city street, and how hard it is to find someone who is hiding.