The Burning City (63 page)

Children piled on and crawled inward to reach the padded handles. Others took the easy way, crawling under the wheel, emerging in the hole near the hub. They sought to hang on, if only to each other, to resist being thrown off onto the grass, until they got too dizzy or the adults were worn out.

Whandall ran and pushed, showing off his strength.
Forty-three, but not frail.
But a memory came flooding back with a terrible sadness, and he said, “There was one of these in Tep's Town….”

He told it in gasps.
Whandall and others of Serpent's Walk arrived while Lordsmen were anchoring the wheel. Kinless were already there. Lordsmen used bulk and muscle to start the wheel turning. Children surged onto it. The armored Lordsmen went back to guarding while older children and parents ran round and round the outside of the wheel.

Now Serpent's Walk children bent their efforts to picking purses, because it would go hard for them if they didn't. But the day wore on, and the kinless were careful of their purses, and the wheel looked like fun.

It happened all in a surge: the Lordkin children moved in and piled on and chased the kinless children off the wheel.

And the wheel slowed and stopped.

“I wasn't
really
confused here,” Whandall panted. The Firewoods Wheel was turning nicely. “They were pushing it.” Townsfolk were still looking uphill toward Behemoth, but a few were starting to push again. “The Lords let us think that—magic was turning the wheel, and hey—I was just a little boy. But the kinless wouldn't push if there weren't any kinless on it. If nobody pushes, it stops! We barely had time to feel what it
was like. So we went back to picking pockets—and the kinless took their children and went away.”

There were plenty of hands turning the wheel now. From those who had run out of breath and dropped out, Whandall picked out a big woman from the Feathersnake wagons. “Hidden Spice, where's Saber Tooth?”

She wanted to talk. He insisted. She pointed.

That was Saber Tooth… and everyone wanted to talk. Hard to guess which had more of the crowd's attention: Behemoth, or Whandall Feathersnake sprung up suddenly in their midst, or the bandit boy. They forged a path through the crowd.

Above the noise, Saber Tooth demanded, “Father, how did you get here?
Why?”

“I'm here to protect your brother. Green Stone is here following Morth of Atlantis. My son, what the wizard's doing is the really interesting part. But… you've heard me talk about new markets? I think I've finally got a handle on that.”

“Father, you can't mean what I think you mean.”

“We'll talk. Maybe I'll come to my senses. Maybe your brother will too. Meanwhile, Saber Tooth, I need some muscle,” he said. “About six of your men to go up the hill to where you see Behemoth. They're to do what a red-haired wizard tells them. They'll be coming down with heavy loads. I need those bottles protected. They're glass, and what's inside is dangerous, so don't bounce them. Then we can talk, but this is urgent, and those bottles are valuable.”

“I'll go myself.”

“Thank you. And where's Clever Squirrel?”

Saber Tooth waved. “See the one-horns?”

“Right.” The one-horns had all drifted into one corner of the corral. “I should talk to her. Lurk, Green Stone, come with me.”

“The one-horns don't want to be near her.” Green Stone laughed. “See, Lurk, this is
Coyote's daughter.
Special. As a little girl she got to know the one-horns. The young colts, they thought she was their older sister. One morning when she was fifteen—she's a season older than Saber Tooth, two years older than me—she went out to the corral and the one-horns freaked. She stormed right back at them. She's got them cowed. They don't like it, but if she had to ride one, he'd carry her.
Hi, Squirrelly!”

“Stones! Have you been riding Behemoth? Father-found, I'm not surprised, but Stones?”

“I can ride Behemoth and you can't!” Green Stone cried. They hugged each other hard, then the girl turned to the others.

“Clever Squirrel, meet Lurk,” Whandall said.

“My name is Nothing Was Seen,” the bandit boy said shyly.

Clever Squirrel had deployed her travel nest, with her dowry wagon for one wall and boxes of trade goods for the rest. She even had a little fire going, and she set a teapot on it, with Lurk trying to help.

They found each other interesting, Whandall thought. Should he be protective? They should at least know something of each other.

So. “Squirrelly, he wouldn't tell
us
his name. Nothing Was Seen, how did you find your name?”

“I became the best lurk in Red Canyon Tribe.” He told Squirrel how he had spied on Whandall Feathersnake and the wizard who rode Behemoth. He told a minimum of what he had heard that first night. Whandall was glad of that.

Squirrel asked, “Father-found, what are you
doing
here?”

“Waiting for Saber Tooth and Morth of Atlantis, just now. We're going into the Burning City to see if we can kill a water elemental and set up a trade route.” She lit up and he said, “No, I
can't
deprive the caravan of their medicine woman, and I
have
a wizard.”

“Mother-found Willow will kill you.”

“We talked.”

She had to raise her voice above a rising background murmur. Her travel nest must be surrounded by most of the caravan and half the townsfolk, all asking each other what Whandall and Green Stone Feathersnake were doing
here
riding
Behemoth!
“Back into the Burning City? With Stones and not
me?”

“Sorry. If I can really get a trade route going—”

“Show me your hand. Curse! Stones?
Curse!
The lines all disappear!”

“Then we're really going!” Green Stone was jubilant. He must have had his doubts.

“Well, then, what is it like to ride Behemoth, Stones?”

Green Stone said, “You never feel a bump.”

“We had to stop off to collect wild gold,” Whandall said. “I have no idea why the wizard wants that, but what bothers me is, why was it still there? Your mother has known where that gold is since the night you were conceived.”

In the roar of rumor outside the wall of cargo boxes, Clever Squirrel didn't even drop her voice. “I'll answer if you'll tell me about that night.
All
about that night.”

“Done.”

She laughed. “Mother tells everyone else she never found the place again. She was outside her mind with ecstasy. The gold wasn't there anyway. The whole story's fiction.

“She told me different. She's tried to refine raw gold. She gets some in
payment for a cure or a prophecy. But she never learned to block the flow of… chaos manna?” Whandall nodded, Lurk merely listened, and she went on. “Gold fever does things to Mother. She always winds up getting laid.”

Whandall said, “That—” and his memory felt his wife's fingertips brushing his lips closed.

Too late. Coyote's daughter laughed and said, “Yes, that explains how I come to have five sibs! Five times she's refined gold, five children plus me. A woman who
knows
can take a man without getting a child, but not around gold, not Mother! Even during her time of blood, the gold changes her. That's how she got Hairy Egg. After Father went away—”

Nothing Was Seen was staring at Whandall.

Clever Squirrel laughed. “No, no, not Father-found,” she said. “I mean Stag Rampant. He knew Mother had conceived me before they were married. No one dared put horns on him for Coyote's child! But my other sibs were too much for him. And after he left, Mother gave up men entirely.

“Can you guess what would happen if Mother led a man up that gold-covered hill? There are stories only the men tell, but
I
know them. Now tell me of my siring.”

“I first saw that hill in black night with your mother pulling me along at a dead run,” Whandall began.
Are you listening, Lurk? I will not answer for advice not taken. She's Coyote's daughter and Feathersnake's too! Treat her well and warily.

Saber Tooth and five strong men came down the mountain carrying heavy bags. Morth was with them. They brought the bags into Clever Squirrel's tent, and then Saber Tooth sent them away.

Above the village Behemoth came to his senses, shook his great head, and turned back to the mountains.

“Father, you'll have to talk to them,” Saber Tooth said. No need to explain who he meant. The crowd outside was larger than ever.

“How long have you been here?” Whandall asked.

“We came in yesterday morning.”

High noon now. “You were just setting up the market?”

Saber Tooth nodded.

“Good. Finish doing that, set up the tightrope and get your sister ready to perform, and set up a stage to talk from. Tell everyone to come in two hours. Morth, can you show them Behemoth again?”

“Show? Yes, of course,” Morth said. “As long as no one wants to ride him!”

“Good. One more thing, I doubt anyone would try to steal from Clever Squirrel…”

She grinned. There were tales from when she was five and six and eight.

“But just in case, have a couple of reliable men sit right here, next to those bags. Squirrel, can we meet here for supper? Good. As soon as the market closes. Now let's give these rubes a show.”

“But Father, what will you tell them?” Saber Tooth demanded.

“I'm not going to tell them anything,” Whandall said. “You're going to tell them how you brought them the greatest show ever.”

“But what will you do?” Saber Tooth asked.

“Why should I do anything? It's your wagon train and your show,” Whandall said. “Tell you what. I'll catch for your sister. I'm still strong enough for that. You do the rest.”

Burning Tower had grown in the months since Whandall had last seen her. The terror bird costume Willow had made for her was tighter, and what it revealed was no longer a little girl. Whandall stood beneath her tightrope, a rope set higher than Willow had ever dared, and hoped she wouldn't fall. He was aware of the stares of all the young men, wagoneers as well as townsfolk.

They were going to need more jobs! No question about it.

Her mother had taught her well. Forward somersaults, back flips, and a grand finale that involved spiraling down the left-hand pole to land on one foot, back arched, high kick to her forehead. Then she was away to the changing tent.

Morth appeared on the platform in a cloud of fog. He gestured to the hills. Behemoth came over the brow of a hill far away, bigger than the hill, as large as the mountain beyond. He reared high, then stood on one leg, kicking high with the other in a hilarious imitation of Burning Tower's finale. The crowd went wild….

Supper was local jackrabbit stewed with spices from Stone Needles. Whandall insisted they finish eating before they talked. Then he sent out all but family members, Morth, and Lurk.

Saber Tooth was relaxed and smiling. “I don't think we ever made this much profit at Firewoods,” he said.

Burning Tower grinned. “We'll sell them more tomorrow when they come back to find out which story we told today is true….”

“If any,” Lurk said.

Whandall stood. Carefully he opened one of the bags and spread black glass bottles out with his fingers. Clever Squirrel gasped.

“You can tell what's in them?” Morth demanded.

“The iron is thin on
that
one,” Squirrel said. She set it aside. “And I saw how heavy they were.”

Morth looked worried.

“What are they, Squirrel?” Saber Tooth demanded.

She laughed. “Gold! Wild gold aflame with magic and chaos!”

“Gold?” Saber Tooth looked at the bags. “All of that? No wonder my arms ache! Father, this is more than we'll make in two years! Three, if the Leathermen keep moving their wagons ahead of ours! Gold!” He reached for the flawed bottle.

“No, son,” Whandall said. “Listen first. I have a tale to tell.” He laughed and said, “And I don't know the ending yet! I don't even know what the wizard intends with these cursed bottles, and you can't tell me, can you, Morth? We'll have to
make
an ending.

“But I need Lurk. I need the wizard, and he needs
all
of these wonderful bottles.”

“What can you do that's worth three years' profits?” Saber Tooth demanded.

“A new trade route,” Whandall said.

Saber Tooth frowned. “Like the one to Quaking Aspen?”

Whandall laughed. “I grant you that was costly, but we'll make it back.”

“In about seven years,” Saber Tooth muttered. “So where this time?”

“To the Burning City.”

At least Green Stone had the wit to keep unspoken his
I'm going and you're not!
while Saber Tooth thought that through. “Wow. Are we taking the whole caravan?”