Hawk (Vlad) (4 page)

“Boss?”

“Just let me concentrate on walking for a bit.”

In a few more steps, I was doing all right—if I’d been seventy years old and had let myself go. But I moved. I worked my way back to the place in the park where I’d started, where I had a good view in all directions. It was dark, but lights from the City worked with the enclouding to provide a bit of illumination.

I stopped there, breathing heavily, and tried to figure out my next move.

I said,
“I don’t know how they found me, but—”

“Boss, are you all right?”

“I’m fine. A bit dicey there for a minute, but it’s the first attempt I’m worried about.”

“The first attempt? How many were there?”

“Just two, I think. But—”

“You think?”

“I’m pretty sure. But—
”

“Pretty sure? You’re pretty sure how many times—”

“Loiosh, be quiet for a minute. I’m trying to tell you something. It’s the first attack I’m worried about. I mean the second. The first one here, in the park.”

“Oh, well that’s good. I’m glad you weren’t worried about the one where you had to cut your own throat. No reason that should worry—”

“You were the target, not me.”

There was a significant pause, then,
“Oh,”
he said.

“I should have been expecting this. It’s the obvious way to weaken me. And with the second attempt, the guy went for my sword arm. His whole plan was to make me drop Lady Teldra. They know enough about me to be very dangerous.”

“We’ll have to be more careful,”
he said.

“I need to find a place to hide, to hole up for a few days while I recover.”

“But if they can find you—”

“Yeah. Need to figure out how they did that.”

“Maybe figure it out
before
we go into a confined space without much visibility?”

“Right. Good plan.”

“So—”

“Shut up. I’m thinking.”

“It’s good to see you’re open to new experiences,”
he said.

I ignored him and, standing in the park on a chilly night, weak, trembling, and distracted, I tried to work things out.

Sethra Lavode had once found me in the wilderness by tracking Loiosh, but she was Sethra Lavode; could anyone else do that? I could ask her, but that would entail its own risks. I went through the list: Sorcery required a link to the Orb, and the amulet I wore, a combination of gold and black Phoenix Stone, ought to prevent that. There was necromancy, but that was just a specialized use of sorcery. Elder sorcery? I was no expert, but I’d never heard of anyone doing anything as subtle as a location spell with it. Psychic skills? Witchcraft? The other part of my amulet should prevent those from working.

So, perhaps it had been Loiosh someone found a way to locate. But in that case—

“Loiosh?”

“Maybe, Boss, if it happened while I was sleeping. But I’m pretty sure I’d notice someone casting a spell on me or Rocza.”

“Sethra managed without you knowing.”

“She’s Sethra.”

“I’m going to have to ask her, aren’t I?”

I didn’t like it that they’d taken a shot at Loiosh. I didn’t like that at all.

There was a mild breeze, a bit chilly, and carrying the scent of pine needles. I had sheathed Lady Teldra, but I still had the park and the nearby streets to myself. It was sort of eerie, being alone in a place that was usually crowded. For a while, it was like time stopped, held its breath waiting for something to break. Loiosh and Rocza perched on my shoulders; they, too, were unmoving. The place had cleared because I’d drawn Lady Teldra—I held something so terrifying that it could clear a park and the surrounding streets.

So why was I so bloody scared?

I suppose it might have something to do with the fact that they’d come so close to killing me that I’d had to cut my own throat as the only alternative to dying.

There was a bronze plaque on the ground not far from me, naming the place as Kodai Park; who Kodai was I have no idea. Be nice to have a park named after you. I hope whatever he did was worth it. I hadn’t realized that it really was a park—I thought it was just a place no one had built on. Nice that there are parks, don’t you think? I heard sounds from some distance away—cries, maybe; violence perhaps. But they weren’t coming any closer so I ignored them.

I don’t know how long I stood there—maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe more—but eventually foot traffic started up again, and a few people walked through the park. Soon someone would find the body, and either scream or ignore it; and maybe inform the Phoenix Guards, who might or might not bother to look at it.

“Boss?”

“Yeah, we should move.”

“And soon.”

“The question is, where to?”

“Well, Boss. Out of the park might be a good start.”

“I need some sort of destination.”

“Just pick—wait. Something…”

“Loiosh?”

“Something’s coming toward us.”

“Some
thing
, Loiosh?”
Well, I decided. This can’t be good. I put my hand on Lady Teldra’s hilt, wondering if the effort to draw her would make me fall over.

Loiosh said,
“It’s … oh.”

I saw it. A dog—the big, loping kind, coming up to me, tail wagging. I’d seen that dog before, fairly recently, so I waited. It sniffed at my feet, then my hand, then wagged its tail some more.

“Hello, Awtlá,” I said aloud. It came out in a whisper, and ragged, like there was something wrong with my throat. I almost cleared my throat, but realized in time that doing so was probably not my best move. I tried speaking again. “If I knew how you found me, would I know how the Jhereg found me?” It didn’t hurt to talk, I just sounded bad.

Awtlá seemed very happy to see me. My feelings were more mixed. It was a very, very bad sign that I could be found. But Awtlá was one of the familiars of a warlock—of
the
Warlock—who as far as I knew was friendly. More significantly, I was in absolutely no condition to either defend myself or run away. So I decided to wait for further developments. Loiosh flapped his wings and hissed at Awtlá, who jumped up on his back legs to either eat him or lick him; I backed away because having a dog on my chest would make me fall over.

The next thing that ought to happen was the appearance of a cat. I looked around.

“There, Boss. By that hedge.”

Yeah, I could just see it. It wasn’t approaching me; it seemed to be giving itself a careful bath.

Then he himself appeared. I couldn’t see him all that well in the gloom, but well enough to recognize him. He looked me over. I nodded to him.

“Hello, Lord Taltos,” he said.

“How did you find me?”

“You really need to stop wasting so much time with small talk,” he said.

I waited.

He shrugged. “You were found by the will of the Empress.”

I licked my lips. “You aren’t making that up, are you?”

“No. She used the Orb.”

“And, what, it was just coincidence that the Jhereg found me on the same day?”

“No. She became aware that you’d been attacked.”

“She was right about that.”

“She wasn’t certain you’d survive.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“The Jhereg found you?”

“Kinda,” I said.

“There were more looking for you,” he told me.

“Were?”

He said, “Have you noticed we look alike?”

“Human, dark hair, mustache, yeah I’ve noticed.”

“That would explain it.”

“You met some Jhereg?”

“Three. Not far from here. They met Awtlá and Sireng. One had a Morganti weapon.”

If you’ve been paying attention, that was where I realized that the guy had gone off to get friends. “Yeah, Morganti,” I said. “A lot of those around lately. They should be illegal.”

“They
are
illegal.”

“Oh, right. Nothing personal, but I’m glad they found you instead of me. I’m not in any shape to—”

“I can see that.”

I nodded. “But wouldn’t they have been embarrassed to find out they’d destroyed the wrong soul?”

The Warlock nodded. “Yeah, that would have been bad. Glad I was able to save them from that.”

“So you don’t know how they found me?”

“No. You have a lot of blood on you.”

“Your powers of observation—”

“How much of it is yours?”

“A lot of it.”

“I see. How are you?”

“Glad to still be on my feet, what with one thing and another. But, overall, I’d say pretty poor.”

He was silent for a moment, then his two familiars began to move. They started walking in large circles around the park. I watched them for a few moments, and, yeah, there was a wolf and a dzur where a dog and a cat had been. I really wished I knew how they did that.

He said, “You know I can’t heal you while you wear that amulet.”

“Yeah.”

“I could give you some basic emergency care.”

“Lady Teldra has handled that already, thanks.”

“Lady—? Oh. Yes, of course. You know about the limitations on that, right?”

“Pretend I don’t for a minute and tell me.”

“A device like that can—”

“Device like this?”

He shrugged. “Any energy-magic conversion device.”

“Ener … Um. Okay.”

“It can only do so much until it receives more energy.”

“Receives more energy,” I repeated. “By which you mean—kills someone, destroying his soul?”

“Yes,” he said.

“That doesn’t make sense. When I carried Spellbreaker—”

“Were you wearing that amulet then?”

“Um.”

“If she can draw energy from the Orb, she doesn’t need to feed.”

“So, if I can find a safe place to take the amulet off, she’ll be all right again?”

“Maybe. It depends on how awake she is, how much awareness she has to pull in energy to use later. That isn’t something I’d know.”

“You know a lot about this sort of thing for an Easterner.”

“I try to be useful to Her Majesty.”

I bit back an observation that would have been vulgar and said, “I suppose. So, how did the Jhereg find me?”

“Sorry, no idea.”

“Just when I was sure you knew everything.”

“Not everything. Not even most things. Just a lot of things.”

“I was thinking they put some sort of spell on my familiars.”

He looked at Loiosh. Rocza flapped her wings and hissed; Loiosh hissed at her and she settled down.

After a moment, he said, “No.”

I very much wanted to say, “Are you sure?” But I resisted; it would just have annoyed him. I muttered.

“What?” he said.

“It would be very, very convenient to figure out how the Jhereg found me. That way, I could maybe, you know, keep them from doing it again. I’d prefer to avoid another attack, even if I manage to recover from this last one.”

He shrugged. “My guess is they followed you.”

“Yeah, not likely.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’ve been watching for it.”

“This is outside my area of expertise, but, you can’t follow someone who’s watching for it?”

“It’s pretty damned hard without a whole lot of people.”

“And does the Jhereg have a whole lot of people?”

“I…”

“Yes?”

“You really think it’s that simple?”

“I don’t know. Have you been somewhere they could have expected you to be? Somewhere they could pick you up?”

“Yes, but—”

“Hmmm?”

“Gods of the Paths! They’d have needed five, six different people with the way we were watching for it, all of them with illusions so they looked human. And they’d have to pay each of them for several days to make sure they caught me when I finally showed up, plus paying the sorcerer. Do you have any idea how much that would cost?”

“Well, no,” he said.

“A lot.”

“And do they want you badly enough to spend a lot?”

I didn’t answer. They did, of course. Was it really that simple? They’d picked me up at Cawti’s, followed me, set up an attack at the flophouse, and, when that didn’t work, followed me until they could set up another?

Someone was spending a lot of gold. I mean, a lot.

“Loiosh? What do you think?”

“I can believe it, Boss. You did really annoy them. But you know them better than I do.”

Yeah, I really did annoy them.

“You’ll thank Her Majesty for me?”

“She said to tell you no thanks are necessary. You hold an Imperial title. That makes it her duty to render aid when needed, and if she notices.”

“Uh-huh. You’ll thank her for me?”

“I will.”

“And, ah, thank you as well.”

“I serve Her Majesty.”

“Yeah. About that. Think Her Majesty might manage to forbid the Jhereg from trying to, you know, kill me and stuff?”

He shook his head. “She’d like to. She is not, of course, unaware of your situation. But that’s an internal House matter, and she can’t interfere.”

“But she can send a rescue party?”

“That’s different. They tried to kill you. That’s illegal.”

“But—”

“If they’d just be kind enough to admit they were trying to kill you, she could tell them not to.”

I shook my head, which I ought not to have done. “Yeah, I get it.”

His cat and his dog—just a cat and a dog now—came back. The dog curled up by his feet, the cat rubbed his leg then sat down and started licking itself. Loiosh hissed at the cat, I guess just on general principle; the cat pretended Loiosh didn’t exist.

“You should get somewhere safe,” he said.

I nodded. “That’s next on my list. Right after I figure out where.”

“I could escort you to the Palace.”

I shook my head. “That’s the last place I want to be.”

“Then maybe you should see how far from Adrilankha you can get how fast?”