2.9 In Which the Dark Lord Almost Gets Away With It

2.9 In Which the Dark Lord Almost Gets Away With It

Shepherding two unwilling recruits who were only along because they were terrified of me obviously required a great deal of my attention, which spared me the opportunity to get too lost in my own thoughts, but even so, I had plenty of time to worry as we made our careful, stealthy way through the back alleys of the Gutters. Much of that energy I spent wondering what the hell was going on with Aster and why Biribo hadnt come to report yet. Surely hed let me know right away if some disaster had befallen, right? So no news must be good news.

Obviously that didnt stop me from worrying.

There was also my old standby: dwelling on just how deeply and how badly all this violence was affecting me. I was long past being bothered by how unbothered I was by it all. Id been wondering just how far down that spiral went, i.e. would I find myself bothered by how unbothered by how unbotheredand so on. But no, it turned out there was a floor to that and at some point Id reached it. Id just tortured a man with fire until he complied with my orders, and I hadnt really felt anything about it except annoyance at how long it was taking. So, that was that.

Christ, Id only been here a couple of months.

Thats it, said Lamm, pointing at the vista before us.

Our current perch actually provided a pretty good view; shame it was just of one of the more dilapidated sections of the Gutters, but you couldnt have everything. Not trusting either of my companions to be anywhere near Lady Gray, I had directed Lamm to take us to a spot with altitude from which I could see the planned ambush site, but not within shouting range. The structure wed climbed was not unoccupied, but was quiet at this hour and had a handy set of exterior stairs by which we could get to the roof without having to go through the inhabited rooms. Before us stretched one of those half-ruined areas that seemed to mark a good quarter of the outskirts of Gwyllthean. The city had lost enough population and economic activity over the last ten years that a sizable chunk of its fringes were abandoned. Nobody Id asked could point to a specific explanation for this, except for Clan Aelthwyns generally incompetent governance.

Mm, good place for a hideout, I said, examining the cluster of three old warehouses with boarded windows, arranged in a cul-de-sac whose inner courtyard faced to the south, its entrance blocked from our view. Does she do a lot of business out of there?

Its not a hideout, just the spot Lady Gray chose for this particular ambush, said Lamm, his voice tense as usual. I couldnt fault the guy for being on tenterhooks around me, after all. In this case, I could see his point. Perfect ambush spot; hide your forces inside the warehouses and you could instantly flank anyone dumb enough to wander into the courtyard. Which, obviously, I was not going to do.

Is she there?

Originally, yes. The plan was for her to lurk behind the Blessed she gathered, let them soften you up, then finish you off. He glanced at me again, still with the same well-contained fear, but also curiosity peeking through. I knew Gray had deliberately not explained to her people who or what I was that required so much effort; obviously he would wonder. That was before she got word about the Auldmaer Company wagons going out the way they were. She had to leave the ambush to coordinate a response and stop the rest of her gangs from picking them over.

Which I would have no way of verifying until it was too late, so Id better assume he was lying. Why had I even asked, then? Okay, so, proceed on the presumption that Lady Gray was present and hope my inexperience wasnt too glaringly obvious to these guys. That would help shape the determination of my next move.

Any captives?

Lamm shook his head. Too complicated. I wasnt part of the teams sent to pressure you into the trap, so I dunno what the deal was with that. They either got somebody or were pretending to, I dunno.

Again, probably lying. I turned to the third member of our little party, who had just gotten his breath back from the climb. To be fair to Aefryd, he was in full armor, which couldnt have been great for ascending three flights of stairs. Besides, I was just gratified not to be the most out of shape leg of the tripod. It had been a rough two months, but all that labor had had its benefits.

You familiar with this spot, Aefyrd?

Sure, he said with the faintest hint of a wheeze. Been there a few times. Popular spot for shady shit.

Been there busting up the shady shit, or participating?

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That was the Gwyllthean city guard for you.

Okay, then. The artifact rapiers enchantment activated as soon as I touched the handle, enabling me to draw it in the smooth, lightning-fast and precise motion of a master swordsman; Lamm tried to shy away, but he only succeeded in removing himself from the range at which he could have struck back at me, remaining well within the long reach of the rapier. I brought the tip to rest against his throat. I guess this means I dont need you anymore.

Lamm had frozen the instant the blade touched his neck. Now, he inhaled sharply, but did nothing else. He didnt even try to argue, just staring at me with his hands half-raised at his sides as if to reach for weapons he now didnt dare. I held the sword there, and held his gaze. His expression was Oddly detached. Anticipatory, but he seemed more resigned than afraid.

And why not? With the kind of life this guy had led, he knew what happened to people like him as soon as they became more of a risk than a utility. Hed probably seen this coming, and been playing along in the hope of somehow turning the situation around before it got to this point. Now, there was nothing left for him to do. I had the tip of the blade right against the side of his throat. One flick of my wrist and it would tear through the carotid artery, jugular vein and windpipe. There would be no coming back from that, not when the only person who could Heal it was the one killing him.

I stared into the eyes of the man I was about to murder and found a weary void of feeling where my conscience was supposed to be. He was in my way, that was all. Itd have been nice if I could recruit him like the bandits back at North Watch, but the situation was too unstable and he too untrustworthy. It couldnt be risked. This was juststrategy. A pragmatic necessity. Lamm was probably just like Donon or Twigs, someone whod fallen into a life of crime because the society around him was disintegrating too fast to offer him anything normal. Id have offered him my hand if I could, I just couldnt risk it this time. I stared at him and felt nothing.

So why was I hesitating? A long span of seconds had ticked by already. If anything, drawing it out like this was needlessly cruel.

After all, where did I even get off questioning the violence at this point? I was no better than any of these people, and worse than a lot. I didnt actually know how many human lives I had deliberately ended, because most of them had been during the chaos of battle. I knew I had laughed at and mocked at least several of them. I suspected my kill count rivaled most of Japans serial killers from the modern era, and probably that of quite a few Warring States-era samurai. I was well past having any right to maunder about this. Hell, I had callously tortured this very man minutes ago.

Besides, this guys hands were probably even bloodier than mine. Of all people, he didnt deserve mercy.

Which, of course, was not the point.

Whenever you can, be kind.

God dammit, Aster. She had better be all right.

I lowered the sword. Lamm inhaled deeply; I realized it was the first breath hed taken since that sharp one when Id put the blade to his neck.

I believe in fairness, Lamm, I said. I realize you dont see a lot of that in Fflyr Dlemathlys, so Im instituting it. The fact is, I owe you one. No, scratch thattwo. Youve helped me out significantly tonight, and before that there wasyou know. With all the burning and screaming.

Yeah, I remember that part, he said, still tense. He hadnt tried to move, which was smart considering his vulnerable neck was still within rapier range and I had shifted the blade to point at his midsection from a few centimeters away, not lowered it to my side. One swift lunge and he was still a goner.

You wont forget that anytime soon, I agreed. If it makes you feel better, I get nightmares too. Lifes like that, at least on this shithole world. So, I owe you two, and here they are. First, your life.

Which was most of them, this being Fflyr Dlemathlys, but screw it. Given the danger I was putting him in, I owed Aefryd a break if he came through.

And so I circled around, bounding over the rooftops at a pace I wouldnt even have considered without my Surestep Boots, with the intent of being as far as possible from the last location Aefryd could place me by the time he met with the ambushers in the warehouses.

Midway during this, the night started to look up even further.

Boss!

Biribo! I grinned as he zipped out of the darkness to hover over my shoulder in his customary place, but didnt slow. There were still people soon to be after me, and by this point I was fit enough to parkour and talk. Its about time! Howd everything go? Is Aster okay?

Smooth as buttersauce, boss! my familiar reported, zooming along with me. We spotted the lookout watching you get that guy arrested, then followed him back to his base. It was a fuckin treasure trove! Lady Gray put together a whole operation with written notes on people connected to Cat Alley personnel she might be able to use to lean on you. Just, piles of evidence. We took so long cos there were other connected operations, and Aster wanted to wait and track them before busting up the central one. I thought it was a good call, and its a good thing cos the two other cells we tracked were actually doing kidnappings. They had three people between em. Lady Gray was serious about baiting you, and you were right: she laid a network of one lead per possible target, so she could track and anticipate your movements based on what you did.

Excellent. Feels good to have all her careful planning turned against her for once. Are the captives all right?

Safe as babes in their cribs, boss. Norovenas got them in custody, watched by men he actually trusts. I have no idea who any of em are, by the way, they werent on Minifrits list nor mentioned by any of the Alley cats that I heard. Mustve been connected to em somehow, or Lady Gray wouldnt have reached for em.

Its not news that shes got a broader intelligence network than we do. What about Aster, is she okay?

Perfectly fine! She hit all three safehouses like a falling wall with a big-ass sword. No survivors among Grays personnel. But that suits the plan just fineno need to have witnesses who might contradict our story. Right now Norovenas going through the paperwork we collected, organizing it and doing a little massaging so it looks like the blackmail operation we want Clan Aelthwyn to react to. Asters there, waiting on you to come back.

Hot damn, I love it when things actually work out for once!

Yeah, no kidding. Speaking of, whatre we running away from?

Ah, this isnt a retreat. Just arepositioning. In fact, I stopped, having arrived on another rooftop from which I had a clear view of the warehouse cluster some ten blocks away. For Biribos benefit I pointed at it. Thats allegedly where the ambush was laid. Ive sent a pawn to poke the trap, and then well see what happens.

You wanna hit em from behind when they move out, boss?

Well, that was my original intent, because I wasnt willing to assume everything in the middle ring would go according to plan. No offense to you or Aster, its just

No, I get it, boss. Dont forget Ive been along for this whole ride, too. That old bitch just keeps running circles around us.

Exactly. But if all that has actually succeeded, I think its smarter not to risk my own perky ass against anything Lady Gray cooked up specifically to kill me. If I just disappear and let the avalanche weve set in motion come down on her tomorrow, all her careful work down there is meaningless anyway. Since were at a safe enough distance, though, I do wanna see if I can get a look at what shes laid out for me. And if a golden opportunity happens to present itself, well, I see no harm in taking out a few of her top people from a safe ambush of my own.

That if is doin some heavy lifting, boss.

Yeah, well call that a distant contingency. This is probably it for our part tonight, Biribo. Still, no harm in having a look.

Hell yeah, youre talking to the living embodiment of information. Even if Gray gets the ax, we can only benefit by knowing who and what she considered a trump card for you. At least some of em are likely to still be around after tomorrow.

Exactly. And speak of the devil!

Wait, devil? He swooped about in apparent alarm. Where?

Its just an expression. Settle down, lemme get a look at this.

I pulled Ariders trusty spyglass from its padded case and aimed it at the edge of the warehouse cluster, where people were now emerging. Seven of them, I counted as they stepped warily into the open. All lowborn with the exception of one guy who wore a noble-style coat, though he wasnt much paler than the rest and his hair was brown, not blond. No sign of Aefryd.

Biribo, can you get anything on this group from this distance?

Focusing on em, yeah. Not much detail from this far back, but theyre all Blessed with Magic.

So, seven sorcerers to take me down? I was almost insulted; surely Lady Gray remembered how easily Id torn through her hit squad of Blessed with Might. Then again, according to Lamms account she was planning to just use them to soften me up so she could deliver the coup de grace herself.

Hang on, boss, something happening. That ones castingwait, I think thats

One of the lowborn casters, a woman in a light tan longcoat with a red scarf, was indeed doing something. She held up both hands and through the spyglass I thought I saw her mouth open as she enunciated a spell. Around her a transparent sphere of blue-green light sprang up, and was quickly marked off by intersecting lines laid out like the latitude and longitude markings on a globe.

Boss! We gotta move!

And then one blinking point of light appeared on her globe, obscuring her expression as it was directly between me and her face, despite the long distance separating us. Almost as if it was pointingat my location

The sorceress turned her head to say something to her companions, pointing her finger right at us.

Oh, bullshit, I complained.