I had a funny feeling he might be the type to yield command to someone better able to exercise it.
“We tighten the screws now. All of you. Tell it in the taverns. Whisper it in the streets. Burn him. Drive him. Push him so hard he doesn’t have time to think. I want him so desperate he tries something stupid.”
I thought Soulcatcher had the right idea. This fragment of the Lady’s war would not be won on any battlefield. Spring was at hand, yet fighting had not yet begun. The eyes of the Salient were locked on the free city, awaiting the outcome of this duel between Raker and the Lady’s champion.
Soulcatcher observed, “It’s no longer necessary to kill Raker. His credibility is dead. Now we’re destroying the confidence of his movement.” He resumed his vigil at the window.
Elmo said, “Captain says the Circle ordered Raker out. He wouldn’t go.”
“He revolted against his own revolution?”
“He wants to beat this trap.”
Another facet of human nature working for our side. Overweening pride.
“Get some cards out. Goblin and One-Eye have been robbing widows and orphans again. Time to clean them out.”
Raker was on his own, hunted, haunted, a whipped dog running the alleys of the night. He could trust no one. I felt sorry for him. Almost.
He was a fool. Only a fool keeps betting against the odds. The odds against Raker were getting longer by the hour.
I jerked a thumb at the darkness near the window. “Sounds like a convening of the Brotherhood of Whispers.”
Raven glanced over my shoulder, said nothing. We were playing head to head Tonk, a dull time-killer of a game.
A dozen voices murmured over there. “I smell it.” “You’re wrong.” “It’s in from the south.” “End it now.” “Not yet.” “It’s time.” “Needs a while longer.” “Pushing our luck. The game could turn.” “Ware pride.” “It’s here. The stench of it runs before it like the breath of a jackal.”
“Wonder if he ever loses an argument with himself?”
Still Raven said nothing. In my more daring moods I have been trying to draw him out. Without luck. I was doing better with Soulcatcher.
Soulcatcher rose suddenly, an angry noise rising from deep inside him.
“What is it?” I asked. I was tired of Roses. I was disgusted with Roses. Roses bored and frightened me. It was worth a man’s life to go into those streets alone.
One of those spook voices was right. We were approaching a point of diminishing returns. I was developing a grudging admiration for Raker myself. The man refused to surrender or run.
“What is it?” I asked again
“The Limper. He’s in Roses.”
“Here? Why?”
“He smells a big kill. He wants to steal the credit.”
“You mean muscle in on our action?”
“That’s his style.”
“Wouldn’t the Lady?...”
“This is Roses. She’s a long way off. And she doesn’t care who gets him.”
Politics among the Lady’s viceroys. It is a strange world. I do not understand people outside the Company.
We lead a simple life. No thinking required. The Captain takes care of that. We just follow orders. For most of us the Black Company is a hiding place; a refuge from yesterday, a place to become a new man.
“What do we do?” I asked.
“I’ll handle the Limper.” He began seeing to his apparel.
Goblin and One-Eye staggered in. They were so drunk they had to prop each other up. “Shit,” Goblin squeaked. “Snowing again. Goddamned snow. I thought winter was over.”
One-Eye burst into song. Something about the beauties of winter. I could not follow him. His speech was slurred and he had forgotten half the words.
Goblin fell into a chair, forgetting One-Eye. One-Eye collapsed at his feet. He vomited on Goblin’s boots, tried to continue his song. Goblin muttered, “Where the hell is everybody?”
“Out carousing around.” I exchanged looks with Raven. “Do you believe this? Those two getting drunk together?” “Where you going, old spook?” Goblin squeaked at Soulcatcher. Soulcatcher went out without answering. “Bastard. Hey. One-Eye, old buddy. That right? Old spook a bastard?”
One-Eye levered himself off the floor, looked around. I don’t think he was seeing with the eye he had. “S’right.” He scowled at me. “Bassard. All bassard.” Something struck him funny. He giggled.
Goblin joined him. When Raven and I did not get the joke, he put on a very dignified face and said, “Not our kind in here, old buddy. Warmer out in the snow.” He helped One-Eye stand. They staggered out the door.
“Hope they don’t do anything stupid. More stupid. Like show off. They’ll kill themselves.”
“Tonk,” Raven said. He spread his cards. Those two might not have come in for all the response he showed.
Ten or fifty hands later one of the soldiers we had brought burst in. “You seen Elmo?” he demanded.
I glanced at him. Snow was melting in his hair. He was pale, scared. “No. What happened, Hagop?”
“Somebody stabbed Otto. I think it was Raker. I run him off.”
“Stabbed? He dead?” I started looking for my kit. Otto would need me more than he would need Elmo.
“No. He’s cut bad. Lot of blood.”
“Why didn’t you bring him?”
“Couldn’t carry him.”
