Water Sleeps (6 page)

I can’t believe he did that!” I said, still climbing out of Sawa’s smelly rags
and crippled personality. Word had beaten us home. The suicide was all anyone
wanted to discuss. Our own nighttime effort had become secondary. That was over
and they had survived.

Tobo definitely did not believe it. He mentioned that in passing and insisted on
telling us everything his father had seen inside the Palace last night. He
referred to notes he had made with Goblin’s help. He was thoroughly proud of the
job he had done and wanted to rub our noses in it. “But I couldn’t really get
him to talk to me, Mom. Anything I asked seemed to be just an irritation. It was
like he just wanted to get it over with so he could go away.”

“I know, dear,” Sahra said. “I know. He’s that way with me, too. Here’s some
nice bread they let us bring home. Eat something. Goblin. What did they do with
Swan? Is he healthy?”

One-Eye cackled. He said, “Healthy as a man with cracked ribs can be. Scared
shitless, though.” He cackled again.

“Cracked ribs? Explain.”

Goblin told her, “Somebody with a grudge against the Greys got overexcited. But
don’t worry about it. The guy is going to have plenty of opportunity to be sorry
he let his feelings get the best of him.”

“I’m exhausted,” Sahra said. “We spent the whole day in the same room as
Soulcatcher. I thought I would burst.”

“You did? It was all I could do not to run out of there screaming. I
concentrated so hard on being Sawa that I missed half of what they said.”

“What didn’t get said might be more important. Soulcatcher was really suspicious
about the attack.”

“I told you, go for the throat!” One-Eye barked. “While they still didn’t
believe in us. Kill them all and you wouldn’t have to sneak around trying to
figure out how to get the Old Man out. You could make those guys at the library
do your research for you.”

“We’d’ve just gotten killed,” Sahra said. “Soulcatcher was already looking for
trouble. The news about the Daughter of Night did that. Speaking of whom, I want
you two looking for her, and Narayan, too.”

“Too?” Goblin asked.

“Soulcatcher will hunt them with a great deal of enthusiasm, I expect.”

I observed, “Kina must be stirring again. Narayan and the girl wouldn’t come to
Taglios unless they were confident of her protection. Which means the girl will
start copying the Books of the Dead again, too. Sahra, tell Murgen to keep an
eye on them.” Those terrible, ancient volumes were buried in the same cavern as
the Captured. “I had a thought while we were up there—after I ran out of
candlesticks and didn’t have anything else to do. It’s been a long time since I
read Murgen’s Annals. It didn’t seem like they had much bearing on what we’re
trying to do. Being so modern. But when I was sitting there, just a few feet
from Soulcatcher, I got a really creepy feeling that I had missed something. And
it’s been so long since I studied those things, I can’t guess what.”

“You should have time. We’ll need to lie pretty low for a few days.”

“You’ll be going to work, won’t you?”

“It would be suspicious if I didn’t.”

“I’m going to the library. I located some histories that go back to the earliest
days of Taglios.”

“Yeah?” One-Eye croaked, jerked himself out of a half-sleep. “Then find out for
me why the hell the ruling gang are only princes. The territories they rule are
bigger than most kingdoms around here.”

“A question that never would have occurred to me,” I said politely. “Or to any
native of this end of the world, probably. I’ll ask.” If I remembered.

Nervous laughter came from the shadows in the back of the warehouse. Willow
Swan. Goblin said, “He’s playing tonk with some guys he knew in the old days.”

Sahra said, “We should get him out of the city. Where can we keep him?”

“I need him here,” I said. “I need to ask him about the plain. That’s why we
grabbed him first. And I’m not going off to some place in the country when I’ve
finally started getting somewhere at the library.”

“Soulcatcher might have him marked somehow.”

“We’ve got two half-ass wizards of our own. Have them check him over. They add
up to one competent—”

“You watch your mouth, Little Girl.”

“I forget myself, One-Eye. You two together add up to half as much as either one
alone.”

“Sleepy has a point. If Soulcatcher marked him, you two ought to be able to find
out.”

One-Eye snapped, “Use your head! If she’d marked him, she’d already be here. She
wouldn’t be up there asking her lackeys if they’d found his bones yet.” The
little man climbed out of his chair, creaking and groaning. He headed for the
shadows at the rear of the warehouse but not toward Swan’s voice.

I said, “He’s right.” I headed to the back myself. I had not seen Swan up close
for fifteen years. Behind me, Tobo started grilling his mother about Murgen. He
was upset because his father had been indifferent.

Seemed to me there was a good chance Murgen did not understand who Tobo was. He
had trouble with time. He had had that problem since the siege of Jaicur. He
might think it was still fifteen years ago and he was stumbling away into a
possible future.

Swan stared at me for a few seconds after I stepped into the light of the lamp
illuminating the table where he was playing cards with the Gupta brothers and a
corporal we called Slink. “Sleepy, right? You haven’t changed. Goblin or One-Eye
put some kind of hex on you?”

“God is good to the pure of heart. How are your ribs?”

Swan ran fingers through the remnants of his hair. “So that’s the story.” He
touched his side. “I’ll live.”

“You’re taking it well.”

“I needed a vacation. Nothing’s in my hands now. I can relax until she finds me
again.”

“Can she do that?”

“You the Captain now?”

“The Captain is the Captain. I design ambushes. Can she find you?”

“Well, son, this looks like the fabled collision between the unstoppable whatsis
and the immovable thingee. I don’t know where to lay my bets. Over here we got
the Black Company with four hundred years of bad and tricky. Over there you got
Soulcatcher with four centuries of mean and crazy. It’s a toss-up, I guess.”

“She doesn’t have you marked somehow?”

“Only with scars.”

The way he said that made me feel I knew exactly what he meant. “You want to
come over to our side?”

“You’re kidding. You pulled all that stuff this morning just to ask me to join
the Black Company?”

“We pulled all that stuff this morning to show the world that we’re still here
and that we could do what we want, whenever we want, Protector or no Protector.

And to take you so I can question you about the plain of glittering stone.”

He looked at me for several seconds, then checked his cards. “There’s a subject
that hasn’t come up in a while.”

“You going to be stubborn about it?”

“You kidding? I’ll talk your ear off. But I’ll bet you don’t learn a damned
thing you didn’t already know.” He discarded a black knave.

Slink jumped on the card, laid down a nine-queen spread, discarded a red queen
and grinned. He needed to see One-Eye about those teeth.

“Shit!” Swan grumbled. “I missed this game. How did you people learn? It’s the
simplest damn game in the world but I never met a Taglian who could figure it
out.”

I observed, “You learn fast when you play with One-Eye. Scoot over, Sin. Let me
play while I pick this guy’s brain.” I pulled up a stool, studying Swan every
second. The man knew how to get into a character. This was not the Willow Swan
that Murgen wrote about or the Swan that Sahra saw when she visited the Palace.

I picked up my five cards from the next deal. “This ain’t a hand, it’s a foot.

How come you’re so relaxed, Swan?”

“No stress. You can’t have a worse hand than mine. I don’t got no two cards of
the same suit.”

“No stress?”

“As of today I got nothing to do but lean back and take it easy. Just play tonk
till my honey comes and takes me home.”

“You’re not afraid? Reports I’ve had said you’re shakier than Smoke used to be.”

His features hardened. That was not a comparison he liked. “The worst has
happened, hasn’t it? I’m in the hands of my enemies. But I’m still healthy.”

“There’s no guarantee you’ll stay that way. Unless you cooperate. Darn! I’m
going to have to rob a poor box if this keeps on.” Play had not gotten all the
way back to me before the hand ended. I did not win.

“I’ll sing like a trained crow,” Swan said. “Like a chorus. But I can’t do you
much good. I was never as close to the center as you may think.”

“Possibly.” I watched his hands closely as he dealt. It seemed like a moment
when a skilled manipulator’s ego might compel him to show himself how good he
was at pulling fast moves. If he had any moves, he would not get them by me. I
learned the game from One-Eye, too. “Prove it. Tell me how Soulcatcher kept you
two alive long enough to get off the plain.”

“That’s an easy one.” He completed a straight deal. “We ran away faster than the
ghosts chasing us could run. We were riding those black horses the Company
brought down from the north.”

I had ridden those enchanted beasts a few times myself. That could be the
answer. They could outdistance any normal horse and could run almost forever
without tiring. “Maybe. Maybe. She didn’t have any special talisman?”

“Not that she mentioned to me.”

I looked down at another terrible hand. Grilling Swan could get expensive. I am
not one of the better tonk players in the gang. “What happened to the horses?”

“Far as I know, they’re all dead. Time or magic or wounds got them. And the
queen bitch wasn’t happy about that, either. She don’t like walking and she
ain’t fond of flying.”

“Flying?” Startled, I discarded a card I should have kept. That allowed one of
the Guptas to go down and take me for another couple of coppers.

Swan said, “I think I’m going to like playing with you. Yeah. Flying. She’s got
a couple of them carpets that was made by the Howler. And she just ain’t real
good with them. I can tell you that from personal experience. Your deal. Ain’t
nothing like falling off of one of them suckers while it’s hauling ass, even if
you’re only five feet high.”

One-Eye materialized. He looked about as bright and alert as he ever did these
days. “Room for one more?” His breath smelled of alcohol.

Swan grumbled, “I know that voice. No. I figured you out twenty-five years ago.

I thought we got your ass at Khadighat. Or maybe it was Bhoroda or Nalanda.”

“I’m quick on my feet.”

Slink said, “You’re in only if you show some money up front and you agree not to
deal.”

“And you keep your hands on top of the table all the time,” I added.

“You smite me to the heart, Little Girl. People might get the idea you don’t
trust me not to cheat.”

“Good. That’ll save them a lot of time and pain.”

“Little girl?” Swan asked. There was a whole different look in his eye suddenly.

“One-Eye’s got diarrhea of the mouth. Sit down, old man. Swan was just telling
us about Soulcatcher’s magic carpets and how she doesn’t like flying. And I’m
wondering if we couldn’t find some way to take advantage of that.”

Swan looked from one of us to the other. I watched One-Eye’s hands as he picked
up his first bunch of cards. Just in case he might have done something to this
deck sometime in the past. “Little girl?”

“Is there an echo in here?” Slink asked.

“Is that suddenly a problem?” I asked.

“No! No.” Swan showed me the palm of his free hand. “I’m just getting a lot of
surprises here. Soulcatcher thought she was pretty solid on the Company
survivors. But I’ve already run into four people who are known to be dead,

including the world’s ugliest wizard and that Nyueng Bao woman who acts like
she’s in charge.”

One-Eye growled, “Don’t you go talking about Goblin that way. He’s my pal. I’ll
have to stand up for him. Someday.” He snickered.

Swan ignored him. “And you. That we had down as a man.” ’

I shrugged. “Not many knew. And it’s not important. The dope with the eye patch
and smelly hat should’ve had sense enough not to mention it in front of an
outsider.” I glared.

One-Eye grinned, drew a card from the pile, discarded. “She’s feisty, Swan.

Smart, too. Designed the plan that pulled you in. You started on another one,

Little Girl?”

“Several. I think Sahra will want the Inspector-General next, though.”

“Gokhale? He can’t tell us anything.”

“Say it’s personal. Swan. You know anything about Gokhale? He dabble in little
girls like Perhule Khoji used to?”

One-Eye gave me an evil look. Swan stared. My mess-up this time. I had given
something away.

Too late to fuss about it. “Well?”

“Actually, yes.” Swan was pale. He focused on his cards, having trouble keeping
his hands steady. “Those two and several others in that office. Common interests
brought them together. The Radisha doesn’t know. She doesn’t want to know.” He
discarded out of turn. He had lost his zest for the game.

I realized what the problem was. He thought my speaking freely meant I expected
to elevate him to a higher plane before long. “You’re all right, Swan. Long as
you behave. Long as you answer questions when you’re asked. Hell, I got to save
you. There’s a bunch of guys buried under the glittering plain that want to talk
to you about that when they get back.” Might be interesting to watch him talk it
over with Murgen.

“They’re still alive?” The idea seemed to stun him.

“Very alive. Just frozen in time. And getting angrier by the minute.”

“I thought . . . Great God . . . shit.”

“Do not speak so on the name of God!” Slink growled.

Slink was Jaicuri Vehdna, too. And much less lapsed than I. He managed prayers
at least once a day and temple several times a month. The local Vehdna thought
he was a Dejagoran refugee employed by Banh Do Trang because he had done the
Nyueng Bao favors during the siege there. Most of our brothers endured genuine
employment and worked hard to resemble pillars of the local community.