The Dark God: Servant Part 29

"No kiss?"

Fabbis tried to struggle away, but Talen found he could hold him.

He couldn't explain it. This shouldn't be happening. Da forced Talen to wrestle Fabbis in the musters. He said the best practice for fighting someone bent on your death was to fight someone bent on your death. And since they didn't have a large supply of young Bone Faces about, he found the next best thing-a Fir-Noy. Fabbis always beat him. Once he'd broken Talen's nose just to spite him. But perhaps Talen had finally begun to get his speed and size. He glanced over at Sabin to make sure he didn't get blindsided, but Sabin just stood there with his mouth hanging open like some great fish.

Cat had not moved. He still stood in the same spot, his hands out in front of him.

Nettle stood just beyond Cat, a look of surprise on his face.

"Oh, now you show up," said Talen. "Grab the boy."

The beggar boy looked at Talen with fright.

Nettle moved to help the boy up, but the boy scrambled back, then turned and fled down the lane.

Talen looked down at Fabbis. "Looks like your bounty just took heels." He got up, making sure to push down extra hard on Fabbis' gut with his knee.

The snake tried to coil itself around Talen's arm, but Talen simply changed his grip, grabbed the tail, and let it hang loose.

Fabbis scrabbled to his feet and backed away, weeds clinging to his clothes and hair. He had a strange look in his eyes. "n.o.body moves like that," he said.

"I just did," said Talen. Then he swung the snake at Fabbis. "Don't be scared."

Sabin and Cat backed away as well.

"Oh, come," said Talen to Sabin. "You were willing enough to tangle with me yesterday."

"Stay away," said Fabbis. He backed up, Sabin and Cat not a pace behind him.

Talen couldn't believe it. Da had always told him that the meanest bullies were always the biggest cowards. He had never believed that, but maybe it was true.

"Cowards," said Talen.

Fabbis pointed at him. "You're a dead man."

"Ya!" Talen shouted and lunged at them.

The three of them startled, turned, and ran.

Ha! Who knew it would be so easy? Except Talen was certain Fabbis wasn't running away. Fabbis wasn't one of those who could be satisfied knowing he'd been beaten. He'd be back, and he'd bring others with him.

"That was," Nettle said in astonishment, "unexpected."

"You were right," said Talen. "I didn't need to spook." Then he gently let the snake to the ground, and the creature slithered away toward the cover of the trees.

"No," said Nettle. "I meant you."

What was his cousin talking about?

"You plucked the snake right out of the air."

"So?"

"So," said Nettle, "I came around the corner and saw Cat holding the rope and Fabbis coming at you. But before I took another step you were on him. It was . . . too fast."

"Too fast? Maybe, at last, my speed has come upon me."

"Yeah," said Nettle, but Talen could see he wasn't convinced.

"Is it impossible that Hogan's runt suddenly got some of his old man's growth?"

"No," said Nettle. "But I can tell you this: Fabbis won't see it that way."

"What do you mean?"

"That was dreadman quick, Talen."

"I just grabbed the snake . . ." he said and trailed off. It was luck. He'd just been lucky. He'd been a little extra lively with alarm and fear.

Nettle said nothing.

But he was right about one thing: Fabbis would twist what had happened; then Sabin would add his own version of what happened yesterday. They would be back. And if they ran into that group of men by the baker's, they'd bring back a pretty mob.

"We need to get out of here," Talen said.

"Act normal," said Nettle.

"Normal? We're way past normal."

21.

The Divine THE SEVERED HAND of the creature lay upon a table in the center of the Mokaddian Council chamber. Two-dozen Council members crowded about Argoth as he probed the hand. They had heard almost two hours of testimony about the hunt at the village of Plum, the taking of Barg's family, and the battle at the fortress. It was now Argoth's turn to relate his portion of the tale. He wondered where Hogan was. He should have arrived an hour ago.

Argoth picked up one of the fingers they'd managed to cut and flaked away small pieces of dirt and gra.s.s with his knife. "You can see," he said, "what appears to have been bone and sinew. But look"-he sc.r.a.ped at the finger innards with his knife-"It crumbles like common dirt."

Shim stood next to Argoth, his bright eyes shining in his leathern face. "As if it were nothing more than a child's mud doll."

The men crowded in. One near-sighted lord leaned over close.

Another of the lords cursed. "Who can fight dirt?"

All knew the answer to that question. But Argoth wondered. Matiga kept the weaves of the Grove. One of those weaves was an ancient crown which gave its wearer incredible might. The powers it bestowed were not just those of the flesh as were the powers given to dreadmen. It was power from the very earth itself. Victors is what the wearers of such crowns had been called. And, though the records were spa.r.s.e, it appears these Victors had put armies to flight. They had toppled fortress walls. Surely, such a one could overcome this beast.

Of course, much had been lost. The Grove knew how to quicken the crown. But could they wield it like those of old? Abilities ran in bloodlines. Some men could multiply themselves. Others who couldn't might be able to do other things. Hogan and Ke could control some of the crown's power, but they had been waiting to see what Talen might do. He had not yet been awakened, and so whatever gifts he might have still lay dormant. But he was full of peculiarities. Full of possibilities. It seems all were given some gift, and so there was always much antic.i.p.ation seeing what gift a new member of the Grove would bring.

The Crab caught Argoth's gaze. He was not looking at the hand like the other men. He was looking directly at Argoth as if he had something to do with this; as if Argoth was involved with the magic.

The Mithrosh warlord spoke up. "And what of its bones? Are those dirt as well?"

Argoth started to answer, but a clamor arose outside the chamber. The men crowding around the table turned and the doors opened. In walked three dreadmen, the only three with any power left in their weaves. Between them they escorted Hogan as if he were a criminal. About his neck was a King's Collar.

Argoth's heart dropped like a stone. Did they know about the Order? He caught Hogan's gaze, but he could read nothing there.

Shim turned to the dreadmen. "What is the meaning of this?" He did not raise his dry voice, but every face turned to look at him.

The Crab, the red-faced Fir-Noy Territory Lord, raised his hand in a placating gesture. "It is what prudence demands. If he's innocent, we'll find that out. If he's not, it will have prevented us from having to hunt him down. Because, once alerted, I am sure we would not have gotten a second chance."

Argoth looked at the Council, wondering who was in on this. The Council was made up of a primary and secondary body. The Primary, those who spoke for each clan consisted of the Territory Lord and Warlord for each Clan. It also included three lords of the Koramites. Their faces revealed nothing. Argoth looked at Shim.

Had Shim revealed his secret? Had he been trying to trap him before at the fort?

Shim did not look like a man playing cat and mouse. Argoth knew his lined face. The expression he wore now was the same he wore when preparing for battle.

"You cannot simply collar a man without cause," Shim said to the Crab. "Unless, of course, this is some ploy to goad us into doing the same to some troublesome relative of your own."

Some in the room smiled at his joke, but the Crab did not.

"We do have cause," said the Crab.

Shim folded his arms and waited.

If the Crab and his allies knew Arogth's secrets and had devised a trap, this would be a good time to spring it. Argoth glanced at the dreadmen to see if they were positioning themselves to overcome him, but they remained by Hogan. Nevertheless, Argoth began to build his Fire.

"The Koramite was there when the creature broke into the tower," said the Crab. "You yourself say that you were only there for a short time. What are the odds that this beast would show up exactly at that moment?"

"Nonsense," said Shim. "I ordered Captain Argoth to be there. And the Koramite himself fought the beast. Look at him. The bruising on his neck and face belies your charges."

"Almost," said the Crab. "But when Captain Argoth was cast aside and only the Koramite stood in its way, it suddenly fled. Isn't that odd?"

"That is not what happened," said Argoth.

The Crab turned on him. "Your devotion to the man's deceased wife might be clouding your vision."

Argoth had born all the backbiting when his sister had first decided to marry Hogan. He had told everyone that Hogan had indeed enchanted her-with his wit, his handsome strength, and his good-hearted laugh. He thought that had all been put to rest, but he saw that there would always be people like the Crab who thought it their duty to keep such doubts and rumors alive.

"My vision is crystal clear," said Arogth. "I was there. You were not. We were outside when it broke into the tower."

The Crab turned back to the Council. "It had no eyes. The Koramite might have been acting as its guide."

Argoth had seen something that looked like eyes on the monster, but they might have just been deep pits, all askew and in such an unnatural position. "You a.s.sume it needed to see," said Argoth. "But, if you remember, we found it in the dark. It navigated well enough to elude the cohorts of the fortress. If it could do that, I do not think it needed a guide."

"We only want to be sure," said the Crab. "n.o.body can speak with any authority about this creature. But even if we could, you are right, the timing of the creature's appearance is certainly not enough to accuse a man. But there's more, a pattern, if you will. The Koramite refused a legal search."

"Legal?" asked Shim. He looked to a Bailiff with the ice-cold eyes. "Did those armsmen apply to you for a token?"

"No," said the Bailiff. "Nevertheless, I myself conducted a search."

"And?"

"We found nothing but two youngsters sporting behind a closed door."

"They were alerted by the first attempt at a search," said the Crab. "They had a night to remove anything that might compromise them."

"Oh, come," said Shim. "Your zeal has exceeded all bounds."

"And here is the third part of the pattern," said the Crab. "We just received word that the Koramite's own son has been seen in the city performing feats only dreadman can." He turned to the whole Primary then. "And this witnessed by at least five Mokaddians. What's more telling is that Captain Argoth's son was with him."

A murmur arose in the chamber.

What had happened in the city? Argoth hadn't even known Talen and Nettle were here.

Shim waved his hand, calling for quiet. "Anyone can make up a story. Where is the corroboration?"

"If it were one or two stories," said the Crab, "I agree, we could discount them. But too many swirl about this man. He was a friend to Sparrow the smith."

Argoth looked at Hogan, still wearing the token of the Council, obviously a ploy to get him to come in. The Crab and his allies here had maneuvered Shim.

"On that basis then you yourself should wear this collar," said Shim. "Didn't you visit Sparrow's smithy many times? And did you not visit the tower on the night it was struck? A pattern, is it not?"

Argoth could see that Shim's comments had struck true with some of the Council members.

"We will proceed with the correct protocol," said Shim. "Let those who accuse Hogan's son come forth and swear to take upon them the punishments prescribed by law should they be found to bear false witness. If they swear, then we shall proceed. And we shall do it fairly with me or one of the Shoka overseeing the questioning."

"But we have already applied to a Divine to oversee the questioning," said the Crab.

Argoth felt he'd been punched in the stomach. This was going from bad to worse.

A murmur arose. A lord of the Vargon spoke. "Mokad has finally sent us aid?"

"No," said the Crab. "Not just aid. The Glory of Mokad has sent us Rubaloth, Lord of the Winds."

Many of those present stood straighter and looked at each other. Surprise shone on their faces, and then it turned to hope.

There were only a few dozen Divines in the whole realm of Mokad. Unless, of course, the Glory had raised others since Lumen disappeared. Rubaloth, the Skir Master, was the most ancient of them all. He was powerful. Some said as powerful as the Glory himself.

"When did he arrive? We heard no report," said Shim.

The Crab smiled. "His ship came in the harbor just after the Council convened."

"By Glory," a bailiff from one of the outlying vales said, "Why did you keep this good news? Word must be sent. He must come here and see this creature."