Triplet (25 page)

The demon. He was still hovering in front of the door when she turned her attention back to him. For a moment they stared at each other … and then, abruptly, there was a second green shape in the room. “So one paltry human is too much for one demon to handle—is that it?” she commented sarcastically, the words from her half numb mouth coming out oddly slurred. “Good idea—send for help. Not that it'll do you any good; I'm still going to get out of here.”

Neither demon replied. Swallowing hard, Danae turned awkwardly back to the window, noting without surprise that the demon had closed it.
Well, you got what you wanted,
she reminded herself.
They've doubled the guard on you. Let's just hope that this whole crazy idea actually works.

And hope, too, that the numbness in her left side was only temporary. Listening to her heart pounding in her ears, she gazed out the window and waited.

T
HE DAZZLER USUALLY SITUATED
in one of the conversaton area's back corners was absent when Melentha and Ravagin arrived downstairs. The fireplate, too, was empty, leaving the room completely dark except for the faint light coming from outside through the uncurtained floor-to-ceiling windows. The effect was almost certainly intended to be unnerving; Ravagin found it more annoying than anything else. “Please sit down,” Melentha told him, her shadowy figure gesturing to a large cushion as she took one opposite.

Ravagin did so. “You have something against light?”

“Does the darkness bother you?” she countered.

“Not really,” he said, looking around. Somewhere along the way, he noted with mild surprise, they'd lost all but one of their demon escorts. The rest had probably been released to other duties, he knew, and could be called back at a moment's notice. Still, their absence gave him a badly needed psychological lift. An error on Melentha's part. “I just thought you might worry about me slipping out in the dark,” he added.

Melentha snorted. “Demons don't see things the way humans do.”

“And since you have a set of demon eyes to see through, you're all set. Right?”

“Something like that.” She leaned forward slightly. “Now. What exactly are we going to do with you?”

“It's certainly going to be a problem for you,” Ravagin agreed. “Danae and I disappear here, and the minute we show up overdue you'll have people crawling all over Karyx looking for us. If I were you, I'd turn us loose and hope that no one will pay any serious attention to us.”

Even in the dimness he could see the mockery in her smile. “Oh, certainly. I'd prefer something that requires a little less trust, if you don't mind.”

He shrugged. “Well, you could always try turning us into demon-possessed zombies like you are.”

Her eyes flashed and she half stood up before sinking back into her cushion. “Nice try, but you won't bait me that easily,” she said coldly. “I also happen to know that you can't take even a symbiont spirit through the telefold, but nice try there, too. You have any other suggestions?”

“Not really,” he admitted. “If you had the equipment and the skill you could easily play brain games with us—set up a psychological fence or maybe dub in selective amnesia; that sort of thing.”

“And if the effects don't last past the telefold?”

“Then you're out of luck.” And they probably wouldn't, he knew. Like the spirits themselves, spirit effects usually disappeared once the person reached Shamsheer. “I don't suppose you've bothered to study the local pharmacology for anything that might work that way.”

“Pharmacology?” she snorted. “There isn't any pharmacology on Karyx. Nobody here has even the slightest idea of how the physical universe is put together.”

And of course you who should have known better didn't bother to do any such studies yourself.
She was right, of course: anything physics or chemistry could do, spirit-handling could do faster and easier. Clearly, Melentha had slipped into that philosophy … and it was now costing her. “Well, in that case I guess we're back to letting us go and hoping for the best. Aren't we.”

“Or else we're back to killing you both and hoping for the best,” Melentha retorted. “I still haven't decided which would be the riskier—”

She broke off as a patch of green haze abruptly shot in through one of the windows and entered her. “…
what
?” she whispered. “
Damn
… yes, of
course
let him in.”

The green patch reappeared and went back outside. “Trouble?” Ravagin asked.

Melentha eyed him, what little he could see of her face looking very inhuman. “… no, he'd better stay. The other may know he's here, and if so it'll look suspicious if I didn't wake him up … oh, he certainly
will
behave. Or else.”

Ravagin cleared his throat. “You know, talking to yourself is a bad habit to get into—”

“Shut up,” she cut him off. “We've got company. I'm going to have to let you stay here; and you
will
behave yourself as the situation requires. Or Danae will pay heavily.”

“I understand,” Ravagin nodded, fighting against a sudden surge of adrenaline. Here it was: the chance he'd hoped for but hadn't really expected to get. An unplanned-for situation, one that would force Melentha and her ally demons to split their attention partly away from him and Danae. It would be their best shot. Possibly even their only shot.

Melentha took a deep breath and made a placement gesture toward the fireplate. “
Sa-trahist rassh!
” she commanded, and a firebrat burst into existence, flooding the room with a flickering glow. Ravagin squinted against the sudden light … and when he could see again, he almost gasped at the change that had taken place in Melentha. The cold hardness was gone, replaced by a softer, more human, demeanor.

It was the Melentha he'd once known, and for a second he wondered if the demon had pulled out completely in order to avoid their visitor. “Melentha—?”

“Shut up,” she said calmly. “I'm still in charge here, and you're still covered.” She nodded toward the fireplate … and Ravagin saw that, almost hidden in the glare of the firebrat, the green form of his guard demon was lurking there.

Which meant it wasn't just the demon who was running things here. Melentha truly
was
a willing partner in her own possession … and it ended for good any chance that he could persuade Melentha to turn back to their side.

Across the room a door swung open and a travel-stained man strode in … and Ravagin felt his jaw drop. He'd expected it would be some local person—“Nordis!” he blurted.

“Yeah, hi, Ravagin,” the other said with a tired nod. “Glad you're still here—I'm going to need your help. Hi, Melentha,” he added, turning to her. “You're both really gonna love this one.”

“Calm down and tell us what's wrong,” Melentha said coolly. “Where are your clients, still outside?”

“Yeah, in a way.” Nordis's lip twisted into a grimace. “I—ah—appear to have misplaced him.”

“You
what
?” Melentha frowned. “What do you mean, misplaced him?”

“Just what I said. One minute we were in Besak, watching the booths closing down for the night, and the next minute he was gone. I don't know whether he made a wrong turn in the excitement and got lost or whether someone took advantage of all the crowds and kidnapped him, but somehow he just vanished.”

“What excitement?” Ravagin asked.

“That thing with Gartanis this evening—you know.”

“No, I don't,” Ravagin told him, glancing at Melentha. Her face was going rigid again …

“Oh, his private lar had it out with something nasty tonight—a peri or demon, probably. I'm glad as hell we weren't actually there when it happened—there're scorched buildings for almost a block around his place.”

Ravagin felt cold fingers playing along his spine. Melentha had headed off to “deal with Gartanis” … and Danae had claimed to see a demon and lar fighting in the fourth world. “What happened to Gartanis? Was he killed?”

“Not unless the dead can limp around picking up pieces of their houses on Karyx,” Nordis said impatiently. “You suppose we could forget about Gartanis for a minute and get back to the more immediate problem? Melentha, do you know of any kidnapping rings that might be operating—”

He broke off abruptly as a faint scream floated into the room. “Good lord,” Nordis said, jumping and looking uneasily around him. “What the hell was
that
?”

“Just a little trouble upstairs,” Melentha growled. “Ignore it; it'll be dealt with.” Her eyes flicked to the fireplate, and Ravagin caught a flash of green as the demon lurking there shot upward and vanished. Trouble upstairs … with Danae? Almost certainly. A fist seemed to close around his stomach; sternly, he forced the muscles there to relax. Whatever it was Danae had done—or tried to do—that had riled her own guard, the immediate result was that Ravagin now had only Melentha to deal with … and furthermore had an opening the size of a truck just waiting to be exploited.

And the sooner he grabbed it, the better the chances it would pay off. “Right, Nordis, let's get back to your missing client,” he said briskly. “Was he experienced or armed or otherwise capable of handling Karyx at night?”

“Hardly. This was his first trip in, and you never saw a more useless person in your life. He couldn't ever figure anything out by himself; he was forever asking questions about everything imaginable. If he's just wandered off by himself, he's going to be in a pack of trouble.”

“But if he disappeared in Besak, he should be all right there at least until morning,” Melentha pointed out. “With the village lar enclosing it—”

“Hello, Melentha, wake up,” Nordis cut her off, spreading his arms out to the sides. “Look; see?—I got out of Besak after dark. Besak's lar isn't there any more.”

“What? How the hell—?”

“Í don't know,” he snarled. “Side effect of the attack on Gartanis's lar, maybe. Does it matter?”

“Not really,” Ravagin agreed, standing up. “You're right, Nordis—we'd better get a search going right away.”

“No!” Melentha snapped, scrambling to her feet as well. “No—I won't hear of it. It's too dangerous.”

“If it's dangerous for
us,
what do you think it is for
him
?” Nordis growled. “Yeah, come on, Ravagin. Melentha, can you scare us up a couple of spare horses?—mine's pretty worn out.”

Melentha's jaw tightened, then relaxed. “Yes, of course.
Haklarast!
” A sprite appeared. “Have three horses prepared immediately,” Melentha instructed the spirit.

“Three?” Ravagin asked as the glow-fire darted out of the room.

“Three of us will stand a better chance out there than two,” she said calmly. “Nordis, you have anything better than the knife you're wearing?”

“ 'Fraid not. The selection you get in the Tunnel isn't exactly the best.”

“Yes, I know. There's a sword cabinet down the hall to your left—go and pick yourself out something.”

“Thanks.” Nordis strode to the door and out into the hall.

Ravagin eyed Melentha. “What did you do to Gartanis?” he asked quietly.

It was the deeper demon voice which answered him. “Less than I'd hoped to, it seems,” it said. “His defenses were skillfully prepared, with the lar only one of them. But he won't be in Besak long.”

“You think one lousy demon attack's going to scare him into running?” Ravagin snorted.

“Not at all—it'll be the leaders of Besak who ask him to leave. They won't risk losing their lar again.”

“Ah
-ha
,” Ravagin said, nodding. “Side effect, nothing—you took out Besak's lar deliberately. Is Gartanis that much of a threat to you?”

Abruptly, Melentha stood up. “I trust, Ravagin, that you won't try anything foolish while we're out looking for this wayward fool of Nordis's. Remember that Danae will still be here.”

Ravagin felt his stomach muscles tighten. “Don't worry,” he said softly. “I'll remember.”

Five minutes later they were mounted and riding out from the house.

“
Esporla-meenay,
” Ravagin murmured as they reached the post line, felt his jaw tighten as he noted the red flash accompanying the green. So Melentha had added djinns to the demon already trapped there. Great.

“We'll start at Besak, see if we can pick up his trail,” Melentha said as they turned eastward. “This guy have a name, Nordis?”

“Rax Andresson,” the other supplied. “I tried using a djinn to track him down, but the thing couldn't make contact.”

“You'd have done better to use a demon,” Melentha said shortly. “Djinns aren't much use for that sort of thing.”

Riding a few meters off Melentha's left, Ravagin listened to the shop talk with half an ear and tried to think. Out here, far from Melentha's demon-infested house and grounds, getting away would be an almost trivial exercise. Getting back to the house afterwards and rescuing Danae, on the other hand, would be essentially impossible.

Damn it all. What am I supposed to do?

A Courier's primary responsibility is to protect his clients,
the standard policy ran through his mind. Fine; so what did that policy require here?

He could escape. Possibly even escape to the Tunnel and out of range of this spirit conspiracy they'd stumbled into. He could bring back assistance …

And would find that in the meantime Danae had disappeared.

Or he could cooperate with Melentha and walk meekly back into his prison once they'd rescued this Andresson idiot … and the odds still were that Danae would be killed. Along with him.

There wasn't any third option … and unfortunately, he knew what his choice had to be.