The Deadliest Game Part 5

"Fine. Game interaction," she whispered.

"Listening," said the computer softly in her ear.

"Transfer two hundred points to Leif."

"Done."

"Finished."

"Okay," Leif said. "You know how this works?"

"Generally."

"Don't get between anybody's line of sight and a strong light source," he said. "Fortunately, it's going to be mostly just torches in there. Stay close to the walls, that's the best way, and if you do have to cross in front of light, do it low. Keep your voice real low. The locus amplifies sound. And for Rod's sake don't b.u.mp into anybody."

"Right."

"Game intervention," Leif said.

A brief silence. "Invisibility locus," Leif said.

Suddenly everything was buzzing, and her skin itched. Megan looked around her. Everything else was normal, but when she lifted her hands in front of her eyes, she couldn't see them.

She turned, and found that she couldn't see Leif either. This was a side effect that she hadn't quite antic.i.p.ated for some reason. "Okay," said his voice nearby, sounding unnaturally loud. "Look, I'm going to head in through the front door when the guards aren't paying too much attention to the s.p.a.ce between them, and there's no one else going in or out. You do the same. Then I'll make for the nearest hiding place on the right side. You do the same, but cut left. Circulate for a while. Then pick out the biggest tapestry in the place and get behind it. I'll let the invisibility relax while we're there-it's a strain holding it too long."

"Okay. But what if there's somebody behind the biggest tapestry already?"

"Pick the next biggest. And pray it isn't occupied, too."

They made cautiously for the big front door. Megan had to dodge quickly a couple of times as people brushed past her, nearly touching her. She had to do it a few times more as she stood in front of the open door, waiting for her moment. But finally there came a period of a few seconds when no one was going in or out, and the soldiers guarding the door were both looking in opposite directions.

She slipped in, b.u.mping against something she couldn't see: Leif. It took her a moment to recover from the shock, and then she was through the door, ducking out of the way of an elegantly dressed n.o.bleman who was coming right toward her. She held still just long enough to scan the room quickly. It was a n.o.bly decorated place, for a chamber that had started out as just four bare walls and a lot of holes to put ceiling-joists in. Now there was a permanent ceiling, instead of the temporary one that would have been there when the keep was built strictly for defense. Tall white polished pillars had been installed down the length of the room. A large patterned red-and-blue carpet ran down the middle of the room, and the skins of various beasts, mostly sheepskins, were scattered over by the far walls, where the tapestries hung to cover the bare stone and keep the drafts out. In the center of the room, people were scattered all over, mostly in small knots of three or four, drinking and talking. Down at the end of the room, in front of the biggest tapestry, was a dais-one hardly worthy of the name, really. It only went up one step, and on it was a white chair. The chair was empty.

That chair spoke, possibly more eloquently than anything else, of the situation here. The city of Minsar had no real owner now: not since Shel was gone. Now its great hall was full of potential owners...people who were looking over the real estate on the a.s.sumption that its former owner might very well not come back-or might not come back in time to keep one of them from moving in-and some of whom were not what a real-estate agent would have called "time wasters."

Megan looked around as she made her way cautiously over toward the left wall and pressed herself up against it to get her breath for a moment, and try to shake some of the buzzing out of her ears. She considered that there might be a bad time coming for Minsar. Unless the city could find itself a powerful protector, and soon, it would shortly find one or another of these people at its door, in front of an army, and the message being delivered would be: "Accept us as 'protectors'...or lose what you've got." There was a chance that its potential protector was somewhere in this crowd; that, Megan suspected, was why this party was being held. No city wanted to be on the outs with its new owner, or to be accused of having offered him or her inadequate hospitality, after the dust had settled.

She looked around the hall to determine which was the biggest tapestry. That was the one behind the throne: no way around it. At least no one seemed to be gathering there. A lot of people were looking at that throne, from a distance, but no one was going too near it. Maybe n.o.body wants to look too eager this early in the proceedings Maybe n.o.body wants to look too eager this early in the proceedings, Megan thought.

She stepped out cautiously and made her way slowly along the left-hand side of the hall toward the dais, listening carefully as she went. Up ahead of her was a big spread of food laid out on a U-shaped array of tables, and the n.o.ble guests were in the process of descending on the buffet as if they hadn't eaten in days. Strolling among them, trying to look casual-or so Megan thought-was a man fairly plainly dressed in dark gray, but with a thick golden chain around his neck, its links the size of fists.

He was the mayor of the town, the only statutory authority left in Minsar now that Shel was missing. To Megan's eyes, the man had a rather harried expression, despite his casual air; he was watching the guests with a look that suggested he wasn't sure whether some kind of fight over his town might not break out right here. Fortunately, there was no sign of this. Megan looked around at the n.o.bles and high-caste warriors eating and drinking Minsar's food, and thought she saw people mostly intent on taking advantage of a good feed. What she didn't see, though, was the kind of cl.u.s.tering or circling of people that suggested that someone really important was there. She had learned to look for such small status-oriented gatherings, having come to recognize them from the occasional c.o.c.ktail party her mother and father hosted. The rule was that the most important person at a party inevitably became the center of such bunches, though the people in the "bunch" might cycle as the party went on. The other rule was that sooner or later, everybody ended up in the kitchen...though here, that was unlikely. The kitchen was strictly for the servants.

She pa.s.sed as close to the buffet as she dared, listening hard, not daring to linger too close for fear someone should b.u.mp into her. It was dangerous business, invisibility. There were players who would react to feeling something they couldn't see with a knife.

"-the salmon's very nice-"

"-out of wine. Where is is that girl? Place is shamefully understaffed-" that girl? Place is shamefully understaffed-"

"-not worth my trouble, I think. It's on the small side, and the squabbling has started already."

"Oh?"

"Of course. Just look around you. Anybody who's serious is off somewhere private, doing a deal. Though not with him him, he's out of the loop-"

The person speaking, some kind of duke or baron to judge by the small informal coronet, glanced at the mayor, smiled, glanced away again. He then came right around the table toward Megan, heading for where a small suckling pig was laid out.

She backpedaled hurriedly to get out of his way. The duke or baron turned his back on her and picked up a handy knife.

Megan got well out of range. There were people who could sense invisibility, and it was better to be cautious, especially around knives, which could fly out of someone's hand without warning...as she knew very well. Megan moved as quietly as she could to the big tapestry behind the throne, and slipped behind it.

Well down behind it she could just see a Leif-shaped bulge in the tapestry. She a.s.sumed he could sense her here as well. He was carefully standing where the dais and tapestry would combine to keep anyone from seeing his feet. She moved down to join him.

"You see him out there?" she said.

"Huh-oh, it's you. What?" Leif muttered.

"The mayor of the town," she said. "b.u.t.tering up the dignitaries. Literally."

"Yeah."

"Look, get this off me for now. This buzzing is a nuisance. I can't hear."

"It's spell artifact," Leif said, and instantly it went away as he relaxed the spell. "No way to get rid of it without getting rid of the spell, too. If you insist-"

"Not a chance," Megan said hurriedly. "I'm way underdressed for this crowd. And as for you you, you look like you slept in a tree. Did you know that there's straw sticking out of your wizard's hat?"

"It's for atmosphere," Leif said, sounding slightly injured. "A hedge-wizard has to look like he's been been in a hedge recently." in a hedge recently."

Megan snickered, for Leif had that that aspect of his persona handled. "I'm going out once more," she said. "But this is really a pain. You can make yourself invisible again if you want, but I'm tempted to mug one of the serving-women and take her clothes and just walk around with a wine pitcher. It'd be easier to hear." aspect of his persona handled. "I'm going out once more," she said. "But this is really a pain. You can make yourself invisible again if you want, but I'm tempted to mug one of the serving-women and take her clothes and just walk around with a wine pitcher. It'd be easier to hear."

Leif raised his eyebrows. "It's your call. Anything yet?"

"Nothing but a suggestion that anyone we'd be interested in hearing is probably somewhere else."

Leif grunted. "I guess that's no surprise. Still...I'll meet you back here in a few minutes. You want the spell, or are you really going to mug that wench?"

She sighed. "The spell." A moment later the buzzing in her ears was back, and Leif was nowhere in sight. "Thanks. See you in a bit."

The tapestry billowed out slightly and he was gone. Megan went out the other side, watching most carefully where she walked. Invisibility was useful, but you had to have eyes in the back of your head, never knowing from what unexpected direction someone might approach, and it was very very strange walking around without being able to see your feet. strange walking around without being able to see your feet.

She made for the buffet table again, and spent the next fifteen or twenty minutes becoming very adept at getting close to the food and the conversations without banging into anyone or getting banged into herself. She even started stealing food, very circ.u.mspectly. The salmon was very good, which was nice, since she was partial to it.

"-just about finished here, I think," said a very simply dressed man in slashed and purfled midnight blue.

The elderly woman he was talking to, with beautiful silvery hair pulled back tight, wearing an ornate dress in black and silver, said, "Well, I suspect the place's fate will be sorted out within a few days, for better or worse. A pity. I kind of liked it as a pocket democracy. But someone will make a bid-probably as a result of the action coming on the Marches."

"What, the north north Marches? So close? And so soon? I would have thought this business would drag on for a few more weeks, at least." Marches? So close? And so soon? I would have thought this business would drag on for a few more weeks, at least."

The elderly lady looked around her before replying. No one else was close-or seemed close-and she lowered her voice and said, "Elblai has something up her sleeve, I think. I saw her going upstairs to talk to Raist...and without the man himself here, Raist would be doing the negotiating."

"Argath's not here?"

"He left about an hour ago-I saw him myself. In a hurry, too. I think things may be coming to a boil...something going on with his armies that he needs that world-famous charisma to handle."

"Leaving Raist Wry-mind to sort out the details?"

"I don't think Raist will be doing much sorting." The old woman chuckled. "My money's on Elblai...."

They moved away. Megan looked at the tapestry behind the empty chair, saw it flutter, swallowed, and headed that way.

Behind the tapestry, Leif was scratching. "The itch does really get to you," he muttered.

"I wish you hadn't mentioned that," Megan said, suddenly feeling like a walking ad for an anti-flea preparation. "Look, I just heard something germane. Argath's not here."

"He's not not?" Leif paused, and then took a breath and started softly muttering something heartfelt in a language that Megan suspected was Nordic. The muttering did not sound like prayers.

"Listen, just put a sock in it for a moment, all right?" Megan said.

"All those miles wasted-"

"Don't start cheapskating on me now, Leif. There's no time for it. You know who is is here?" here?"

"Who?"

"Elblai."

He blinked at that. "That Elblai?" Elblai?"

"The same. She's upstairs somewhere, having a quiet talk with one of Argath's people, so I hear."

"Zaffermets," Leif said. "Remember what that guy back in the tavern was saying-"

"Yes, and I'm not going to discuss it any further unless you tell me what language zaffermets zaffermets is! I think you make some of these words up just to impress people. It's not like you don't already speak umpty-ump languages as it is." is! I think you make some of these words up just to impress people. It's not like you don't already speak umpty-ump languages as it is."

"It's Romansch," Leif said idly, looking around him. "Sursilvan dialect, I think. Look, I think I can manage one more bout of the no-see-um spell."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you want to go eavesdrop on Elblai, or don't you?"

"Ohh..." Megan was deep in exasperation. "Come on...we've got to find them."

"Shouldn't be hard. Staying invisible, though-"

"Don't let it slip," Megan said, "whatever you do. Come on, the stairs are this way. We'll hug the wall and try not to run into each other, okay?"

The stairs were guarded, but that was no obstacle to Megan and Leif. The guards, though alert, were not invisibility-sensitive, and were in no position to guard against what they couldn't see or hear. Megan and Leif stole up behind them and went silently up the stairs, which followed the left wall up to the second floor. Leif concentrated as best he could on holding the invisibility spell in place. He had paid for it, all right, as had Megan, but if you were careless, you could drop it, just as you might drop and break something expensive that you'd bought. And in this case, dropping the spell could be just as costly.

The second floor was open-plan, one big room with carved or fabric-covered screens positioned here and there in the northern fashion, to make temporary privacy for anyone using the s.p.a.ce. More thick tapestries were positioned around the walls to cut the drafts from the slit-windows. Off to one side, Elblai sat in a large, ornate chair positioned in front of a carved screen, and a man sat on a smaller chair in front of her. He was a small man, slender, short-haired and short-bearded, dressed in dark clothes.

Leif moved cautiously in that direction, staying very close to the wall. He could hear the soft sounds of Megan following behind him. The lighting up here was subdued, and mostly in the middle of the room, from a pair of oil lamps on intricately wrought metal stands.

Leif decided not to go any closer than ten feet or so, and flattened himself against the tapestry, being careful not to move it. He could feel a soft flutter in the wool as Megan did the same, and they both spent a moment examining Elblai. She's worth looking at She's worth looking at, Leif thought: fiftyish, a little on the stocky side, with close-cropped silvery-blond hair and a face rather at odds with the housewifely body. She had eyes that were set a little slanted, giving her face a slightly exotic look, but her eyes were large, and thoughtful, and the deepest blue that Leif could remember seeing-almost a violet color. She looked like somebody's grandmother...but a grandmother sitting comfortably with a sword in one hand, point down on the stone floor, and wearing a beautiful glittering shirt of scale mail over a long padded silk tunic the color of the very tip of a candle flame. Her well-worn boots were up on a ha.s.sock in front of her chair, and she sat back in the chair holding her sword with one hand resting on the hilts, tilting it a little to one side, a little to the other, in a slow rocking motion as she talked.

"Those three have been a thorn in my side for months now," she was saying in a soft Midwestern drawl to the small, dapper man sitting across from her. "Now, your master is in a position to do me a good turn."

"I am sure he could be convinced to do you one," said the man, stroking his close-cropped beard, "a.s.suming that you could demonstrate to him that such an intervention would be to his advantage." He was dressed all in shimmering black: quilted satin-another tunic meant to be worn under mail, but the mail had been laid aside, and he wore only a long dagger at his belt.

Elblai laughed out loud. "Raist, you can't tell me that Lillan and Gugliem and Menel haven't been just as much pains in his his b.u.t.t as they are in mine. Since spring they've been wandering around the North country looking for a fight to interfere in. I didn't have anything going on that I wanted them interfering in, and I told them so, and told them to clear on out before I lost my patience. Well, they cleared out, all right, but where do they go? Straight off to the Orxenian Marches, and what do they do but sell off their armies' contracts to Argath." b.u.t.t as they are in mine. Since spring they've been wandering around the North country looking for a fight to interfere in. I didn't have anything going on that I wanted them interfering in, and I told them so, and told them to clear on out before I lost my patience. Well, they cleared out, all right, but where do they go? Straight off to the Orxenian Marches, and what do they do but sell off their armies' contracts to Argath."

"Oh, now," said the dapper little man, "now then, Lady Elblai, but you have your facts somewhat confused. Those contracts were purchased by Enver, Lord of the Marchlands, who as we all know-"

"-who as we all know doesn't fart without Argath telling him what color to do it in," Elblai said, with an impatient frown. "Don't insult my intelligence by trying to convince me that Enver is some kind of loose cannon. Argath instructed him to buy those contracts on the quiet, and point those three lords' armies at mine mine, which, I might add, have been sitting in summer quarters and very peaceably minding their own business. A state of affairs which your master cannot understand, and so believes that there must be some kind of plot behind it."

Elblai uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way, all the while rocking the point-down sword idly and gently back and forth, back and forth, so that it caught the light of one of the oil lamps, and the reflection slid back and forth over a hanging tapestry there, and the running hunting dogs on the tapestry seemed to stare at the moving patch of light. "Well, he wants a plot, I'll give him a plot. Don't think I haven't noticed the troop movements the last few days. I know an encirclement when I see it. Attempted Attempted encirclement. Your master, Argath, had better look east, because my reinforcements are coming up, in force. And there are more than three times as many of them as he can field just now. I know his numbers, and his intentions, if he doesn't know mine. But that's what I hire my wizards for, and I make sure I have the best." encirclement. Your master, Argath, had better look east, because my reinforcements are coming up, in force. And there are more than three times as many of them as he can field just now. I know his numbers, and his intentions, if he doesn't know mine. But that's what I hire my wizards for, and I make sure I have the best."

The small dapper man sat very still. His face showed no change of expression at all.

"Now your master has several possible courses of action," Elblai said reasonably. "He can go on the way he's going. In which case, late tomorrow or early the day after, Lillan, Gugliem, and Menel are going to be fertilizer, along with their armies. And having put them them to their best possible use, I'll then turn my attention to doing the same for Argath. It might take a little longer, but my people are mobilized and ready, and his are scattered all over the place, supposedly cowing the surrounding kingdoms into inaction. Well, we'll see about that. My guess is that the minute somebody attacks Argath with a force big enough to make a difference, then all the neighbors, who have been putting up with his depredations for quite long enough now, will join in, too. You think he fancies an attack on to their best possible use, I'll then turn my attention to doing the same for Argath. It might take a little longer, but my people are mobilized and ready, and his are scattered all over the place, supposedly cowing the surrounding kingdoms into inaction. Well, we'll see about that. My guess is that the minute somebody attacks Argath with a force big enough to make a difference, then all the neighbors, who have been putting up with his depredations for quite long enough now, will join in, too. You think he fancies an attack on five five fronts? Because that's what we're looking at. If not more. Argath, King of the Orxenians, will be a red greasy smear on the ground by the time my horse and everybody else's finishes up with running all over him." fronts? Because that's what we're looking at. If not more. Argath, King of the Orxenians, will be a red greasy smear on the ground by the time my horse and everybody else's finishes up with running all over him."

Elblai paused. There was utter silence in the room, except for the tiny, tiny noise made by the point of Elblai's sword as it grated on the stone floor. Leif held his breath, sure that someone would hear him breathing in that stillness. Beside him, he suspected that Megan was doing the same.

"Now," Elblai said at last, "that's one possibility. Another possibility is that he can call off his three little friends and tell them to take their armies somewhere else. In which case everyone will shortly know exactly what happened. None of them could ever keep a secret worth a d.a.m.n, especially when they think they've been used for purposes which they didn't antic.i.p.ate themselves. In this case, they'll sure think so, and your master will lose a lot of face, and lay himself open to all kinds of trouble, if not this year, then next. But I'd bet on this year myself."

"You are very certain of all this, aren't you?" asked Raist.

"Oh, you bet," said Elblai. "I'm equally certain that your master will not avail himself of possibility number two either. Too much chance that he'll come out of it looking bad. So there is also possibility number three...in which he comes down on Lillan and Gugliem and Menel himself himself, and wipes their armies out-thus giving his army something to do besides being wiped out by mine-and makes a reputation for himself by 'keeping order in the Marches.' He gets to look good for a change. A nuisance, by which I mean those three and their armies, is removed. And Argath doesn't lose any face."

Raist opened his mouth.

"But he wouldn't normally take possibility number three either, I don't think," Elblai said, "because he he didn't think of it first." didn't think of it first."

Raist closed his mouth again. "He'd probably have to kill Lord Enver, too," Elblai added as an afterthought, "but he's been wanting to do that for a while anyway."

There was more silence for a few breaths. "So," Elblai said. "You go back to your lord-he left an hour ago, heading north for his army's encampment-and explain the options to him. Be nice about it. I really prefer the third one myself. But if he tries to force the issue, I am prepared to wipe him and his armies off the face of Sarxos, and not even Rod will shed a tear. You just have him be clear about that, because I always like to have one good fight before the autumn sets in...and if he insists, it'll be him. This is his last chance to change his mind, make it a nice quiet autumn for everybody...and ensure that he lives long enough to have one."

Raist stood up. "If I have your ladyship's permission to go-"

"In one moment more. I know, too, that after this campaign he has designs on Lord Fettick and d.u.c.h.ess Morn. Their countries have been in fairly precarious positions up until now. Well, we've been talking...and they're preparing to enter into a strategic alliance with another power-not me, let your lord and master do a little digging-who is eager to take them on. When that alliance is in place-within a matter of days, I'd think-the forces they're going to be able to bring into the field are going to be ma.s.sive. They will almost certainly go straight to war, eager to get Argath out of their collective hair. And they'll take out Duke Mengor as well. They're perfectly aware to what use Argath has been putting that that cooperative little puppet. So just have him understand that his troubles are just beginning." cooperative little puppet. So just have him understand that his troubles are just beginning."

Raist stood there fidgeting, silent. After a moment, Elblai nodded at him. "Go on, then. Be careful on the road. There are a lot of wolves running loose around here at the moment...."

Raist bowed hurriedly and left, his footsteps echoing down the stairs.