The River of Shadows Part 15

"I fear so."

"Aye, you fear it-because for that alone I should slit your throat. How in blazes did you get aboard?"

"You're human beings, aren't you?" said the stranger. "Amazing. I never thought I'd live to see this day."

His words sent a ripple of alarm through the sailors: He's never seen a human, did ye hear? We're alone, marooned with them monsters, alone! He's never seen a human, did ye hear? We're alone, marooned with them monsters, alone!

Taliktrum appeared on the shoulder of a reluctant main-topman. He urged the sailor forward impatiently. Then Neeps saw Bolutu and Ibjen at the back of the crowd. The young dlomu stared at the newcomer, and Neeps saw recognition in the look.

Bolutu cried out: "By the Dawn Star, brother, don't provoke him!"

"Provoke him?" said the stranger. "In this position? Why, I haven't even learned his name. Nor he mine."

"The captain asked you a question, blacky!" snapped Alyash.

"Did he? Would you kindly repeat it, sir?"

Neeps caught his breath. He had never heard anyone but Lady Oggosk take a tone of levity with Nilus Rose, the man who flogged tarboys for hiccups. The stranger did not know the peril he was in.

Captain Rose slid his hand to the knife-blade, pinched it between two fingers and a thumb. A few sailors winced, as if from bitter memory.

"I'll repeat it," said Rose.

He set the point of the knife on the man's chest, directly over the heart. With a slow and merciless movement, he began to cut, scoring the flesh in a semicircular pattern. The man twisted and writhed in the sailors' grasp. He bit his lips, tears starting from his eyes.

"Stop, stop!" cried Ibjen in distress. "Captain Rose, you're in Bali Adro! You can't can't draw his blood!" draw his blood!"

"You mucking animal!" shouted Neeps at the captain's back. "Taliktrum, make him stop!"

"Why should I?" said Taliktrum. "Those savages tried to sink us. Proceed, Rose-go further, if you must."

Rose glared at Taliktrum over his shoulder: Give me permission Give me permission, will you? will you? Then he turned back to his torture. The cut was now some eight inches long. Suddenly Neeps realized that Rose was carving a symbol in the man's flesh. A question mark. He finished it with a deep p.r.i.c.k that made the stranger gasp. Then he turned back to his torture. The cut was now some eight inches long. Suddenly Neeps realized that Rose was carving a symbol in the man's flesh. A question mark. He finished it with a deep p.r.i.c.k that made the stranger gasp.

"You nearly took my s.h.i.+p," he said. "And in fleeing you, we damaged her, fatally for all I can tell. Now you dare to make sport of her commander. I wish you to understand that to do so again will be fatal."

"I make no sport of you," said the stranger, as his blood trickled into the sea. "It's just that I should have died so long ago that I find humor in my own survival."

"The joke may have run its course," said Taliktrum.

"I came aboard in a water cask," said the stranger. "I kicked it open just minutes ago, to warn you about the others. I waited on the lower decks until the stair was clear."

Rose was outraged anew. "Are you saying we smuggled you aboard ourselves ourselves?"

"You did, Captain. The villagers were rather clever-I think smuggling is not an infrequent practice in Narybir. They secured stones and water-sacks inside the cask with me, so that you should detect no difference by weight or sound."

"I was pledged to help him, Captain!" shouted Ibjen suddenly. "To be certain he reached the mainland. I gave my word."

Taliktrum laughed. "And then tried to jump s.h.i.+p on two occasions," he said.

The stranger looked at Ibjen sharply, and the boy dropped his head in shame.

"Why would the villagers help you in this way?" asked Rose.

"Because I was in great need, sir. Your scratch is nothing compared with what the Karysk Expeditionaries would have done, if they had laid hands on me."

"Karyskans!" cried Bolutu. "Is it true, then-there is war between the Empires, that were once fast friends?"

"War is too glorious a name for it," said the stranger, "but there is a great deal of mindless killing. I was in Karysk to warn them of the impending attack."

"Warn them?" said Rose. "If you were delivering such a helpful message, why did they pursue you like their most hated enemy?"

"Because," gasped the stranger, "I bear a striking resemblance to their most hated enemy-the man who pushed hardest for the attack."

"Mistaken ident.i.ty on such a gigantic scale?" said Taliktrum. "That is hard to credit."

"We are of the same family, he and I," said the stranger. He paused, then added, "The Karyskans, I think, are hiding among your cattle."

Rose's hand moved with startling speed. The knife cut a short gash in the stranger's cheek. Ibjen stifled another cry.

Ibjen was wailing: "Captain Rose! Captain Rose! Make him stop, Thas.h.i.+ziq, for your own sake, for the s.h.i.+p's!"

Thasha started forward, and Neeps and Marila with her, but the mob of frightened sailors stood with Rose now, and held them back. Thasha put a hand on each friend's arm and shook her head: Not this way Not this way.

"We have no cattle," said the captain. "Our livestock are dead. And you will be next, for your mouth is full of lies."

"No livestock at all?" said the man, sounding genuinely perplexed.

Rose leaned close over his captive. "We will proceed to fingers," he said, "and since your kind can grow back fingers and tongues and other parts, I'll take two for every falsehood."

"All these years," sighed the stranger, "and this is how our races come together again. Captain Rose, I see that I must explain a few points. You are drifting toward the Karysk frontier. You have sailed into an artificial current, summoned to carry the Last Armada of Bali Adro at great speed into enemy waters. If you continue east you will soon reach Nandirag, the first great city of Karysk, and a conflict more horrible than words can express. You must sail out of the current at once, and turn west while the good wind holds. You might find you could repair your s.h.i.+p in Masalym, and I could perhaps do you a favor in that regard.

"But the city of Masalym is part of the Empire of Bali Adro, and so is all the coastline beyond it for a thousand miles. It is cursed, my beloved Tarum Adrofynd Tarum Adrofynd, and quite possibly dying. But it is not dead yet. And there is one law that shall endure a great while: that no one but my kin may draw the blood of my kin. All other offenders must be executed."

Rose stood as if turned to stone. Neeps felt cold at the back of his neck. "Captain," he said, "be careful, sir. I think he's telling the truth."

"Of course he is!" said Ibjen. "His face-"

"Ah yes, my face," said the newcomer. "I can hide my chest under a s.h.i.+rt, but my cheek is another matter."

"You're speaking of a race law, then?" said Rose. "Only a dlomu may harm another dlomu, is that it?"

The stranger laughed, wincing as he did so. "Even in our glory years we were not that kind to one another," he said. "No, Captain, by kin I mean my extended family, nothing more."

As if in explanation, he showed them his left hand. On the thumb shone a rough, heavy ring, like a nugget of solid silver. Rose frowned at it, hesitating, then gestured for the sailors to lower the man to his feet. "What in the Nine Pits do they call you?" he said at last.

"I am Olik," said the stranger, wincing as his feet touched the boards.

"Just Olik?"

The stranger probed the wounds on his face and chest. He took a deep breath and straightened to his full height, which was considerable. He gazed steadily at Rose.

"My full name," he said, "is Prince Olik Ipandracon Tastandru Bali Adro."

He raised a hand as if to address them further, but before he could say another word, he collapsed.

The Rule of the House

24 Ilbrin 941

The thin man in the golden spectacles fled the stateroom in a rush. He was off-balance from the first, but there was no turning back. Oh, he had botched things, he was in danger-he would never again be ruled by fear. But the s.h.i.+p was not his. He could taste the change. A spectacular dreamer he might be, but not a practiced one, like the enemy he faced.

For ten yards the pa.s.sage was silent, warm, and he sensed the life all around him. Hercol in a meditative trance. Neeps unconscious but restless in his hammock, his dream-self raising head and shoulders to gaze through wooden walls in the direction of the man in gla.s.ses. Marila awake, rigid, listening for Thasha and Fulbreech, barely allowing herself to breathe. Thasha herself far behind him in the stateroom, by the windows, hoping there would be no knock on the door. Bolutu asleep and very distant, running through dream-lands of his own.

Then the man stepped over the red line, through the magic wall, and the chaos of his dream engulfed him. The s.h.i.+p tilted-or was it the pull of the earth that changed-and he stumbled against the bulkhead. There was a background rumble, a groaning, in the very air, and the light was fugitive and dim. No matter, he would not be here long. He turned down the portside pa.s.sage and reached for a doork.n.o.b (vaguely aware that it was the entrance to the old first-cla.s.s powder room) and flung it open to see-the bakery, his own beloved bakery in Noonfirth! The humble shop where he had become a woken animal! He could smell the bread, see the black woman bent over her mixing-bowl. Couldn't he go to her for a moment, fall on his knees, inform her of the miracle she had worked? Madam! I was a thief in your shadows, a rat. You cried one morning, your husband had run away with the b.u.t.ter-churn girl. I heard, and I woke: yours was the spark to the tinder that burns inside me yet Madam! I was a thief in your shadows, a rat. You cried one morning, your husband had run away with the b.u.t.ter-churn girl. I heard, and I woke: yours was the spark to the tinder that burns inside me yet.

No, he could not do that. He was looking not for comfort but for allies, and he had not a moment to spare.

Another turn, another pa.s.sage. There were ghost-sailors fighting in the adjoining rooms. Translucent flashes, limbs and weapons and faces and s.h.i.+elds, flowed by at the intersection ahead. Pirates or Volpek mercenaries, battling Chathrand Chathrand's sailors; a fight to the death among the dead. Echoes of war cries, faint sounds of steel on steel. Was it the past he was seeing? Or the disordered nightmare of another dreamer, just out of sight?

There was the door he sought. No question. He could feel eternities throbbing beyond the fragile wood. Bounding up to it (fear would not not stop him) he seized the k.n.o.b, turned it and pulled. stop him) he seized the k.n.o.b, turned it and pulled.

An abyss. A maelstrom. Wind tore at his cloak like a hurricane through tattered trees. All as it should be. He was better at this than he'd thought.

He forced himself to lean forward until his face crossed the threshold. The wind like a boot to the underside of his chin. He nearly lost his balance; his gla.s.ses were torn from his head and flew upward, out of sight. No matter. You don't need them. You'll be blind until you will yourself to see No matter. You don't need them. You'll be blind until you will yourself to see.

But he was blind for now-blind and, yes, afraid. Was it his fault if there was only darkness before him? What should he expect-warm windows, vines, music and laughter spilling onto the terrace? True, he had managed to see all that once before, and to hear a great deal. But that night he had been a stowaway in another's dream, not the architect of his own.

Then he sensed the sorcerer.

It was true: Arunis was was walking the dream-s.h.i.+p once again, sure enough of himself to call out with his mind: walking the dream-s.h.i.+p once again, sure enough of himself to call out with his mind: Ah, Felthrup. I Ah, Felthrup. I wondered when you'd come back to me. Are you ready to bargain, rat? wondered when you'd come back to me. Are you ready to bargain, rat?

Felthrup turned away from the door, anger crackling through his dream-body. He turned his mind in the mage's direction. You think nothing has changed. You think you can torture me as before, use me against them, make me your fool You think nothing has changed. You think you can torture me as before, use me against them, make me your fool.

I think I would know if Ramachni were guarding you, as he did last time.

Come, then. Come and talk to this rat. He is waiting for you.

He felt his dream-voice betray him. No control, no control No control, no control. Somewhere Arunis was indeed rus.h.i.+ng toward him, laughing at his forced bravado.

We have an account to settle, don't we, vermin?

Felthrup closed the door. He turned in the direction of the mage's voice. We most certainly do, Arunis We most certainly do, Arunis.

He felt his slim scholar's body throb with sudden power, hideous and sublime, the strength of a thousand-pound animal, and he spread his jaws and roared through five decks, a bear's furious battle roar, and Arunis stopped dead in his tracks.

That's better.

No taunting reply from the mage. Felthrup was satisfied. Within this s.h.i.+p, within his dream, he was his own master, and would bow to no one again.

Felthrup reopened the door. The black abyss loomed before him, unchanged; the wind made him stagger.

Where can you be going, Felthrup? said the mage, his voice suddenly affable. said the mage, his voice suddenly affable. Come now, you don't want to step through any...unusual doors. I know all about them, you'll want to talk to me first Come now, you don't want to step through any...unusual doors. I know all about them, you'll want to talk to me first.

He let go of the door frame.

Don't you do it! You have no idea what you're in for if you stray from this s.h.i.+p!

No more tricks. No more words of poison. He leaped.

As a rat he had once plunged from a moving s.h.i.+p into the sea. This was infinitely worse: the air current blasted him straight upward, head over heels; the door became a dim rectangle that shrank to nothing in the darkness. He rose like a cannonball fired at a midnight moon-and then the current vanished, and he became weightless, and started to fall- Only for an instant. The next blast shot him faster, farther upward. Do not wake. Do not panic Do not wake. Do not panic. Now there were windows, and cave mouths, and luminous insects somehow surviving the wind. Felthrup had lost all control of his dream. He perceived the wall of this great black tunnel, ten times the width of any mineshaft, and no sooner had he seen it than he collided, sc.r.a.ping along the wall s.h.a.ggy with vines, while somewhere within the leaves tiny voices cursed him, You great oaf, that's my property, you've knocked my mailbox into the River You great oaf, that's my property, you've knocked my mailbox into the River.

The River of Shadows. That is what the innkeeper called this place. And his name, and his tavern? Think of it, remember. Orfuin. The Orfuin Club. Anyone whose need is sincere can find his way to my doorstep Orfuin. The Orfuin Club. Anyone whose need is sincere can find his way to my doorstep.

No sooner had the thought occurred to him than he saw it: the little terrace and the wide stone archway, the scattered tables, the potbellied man at his tea. As if he had waited all these weeks for Felthrup to return. But how could he possibly get there? Felthrup spread his arms, the way he had seen Macadra and her horrible companions do, but his cloak only billowed about his head, and like a tossed playing card he flew spinning across the shaft, rising still, leaving the terrace behind. No control No control. He could almost hear Arunis laughing, though he knew the mage could not see or hear him in this place. He flailed, he kicked, he crashed again into a wall. He sank his hands into the vines. They were deep, but not deep enough. Fistfuls of the waxy leaves tore away in his hands as his body tried to lift away once more.

He should not have attempted this journey. You're failing, rat You're failing, rat. Still just a rat, with a rat's small soul, even if he could dream himself into the body of a man or bear.

Then it came to him, like a gift from some mind beyond his own. Still a rat! Still a rat! He had that choice, too. Closing his eyes, he willed the change to happen, and it did. His fur, his half tail, his dear old claws. All at once the vines closed over his whole body. The wall of the shaft was rough, scabrous; better than the walls he scaled with ease on the He had that choice, too. Closing his eyes, he willed the change to happen, and it did. His fur, his half tail, his dear old claws. All at once the vines closed over his whole body. The wall of the shaft was rough, scabrous; better than the walls he scaled with ease on the Chathrand Chathrand. And the wind sheared past him, deflected by the vines.

He crawled straight down. He veered left and right following the smells of the place, dark beer and gingerbread. Rat, man, bear, yddek: yddek: he could be any of these. He was Felthrup Stargraven, and for the first time in his curious life he knew with certainty that he was something more. He thought of Arunis, stalking the he could be any of these. He was Felthrup Stargraven, and for the first time in his curious life he knew with certainty that he was something more. He thought of Arunis, stalking the Chathrand Chathrand like a murderous fog, killing through mind-enslavement and yet afraid to meet him, Felthrup, in dream. like a murderous fog, killing through mind-enslavement and yet afraid to meet him, Felthrup, in dream. I am I am, he thought with a totally unfamiliar pleasure, a dangerous foe a dangerous foe.

"Do you mean that you had no no a.s.sistance whatsoever?" said the innkeeper, filling a saucer for the rat. a.s.sistance whatsoever?" said the innkeeper, filling a saucer for the rat.

"On the contrary, sir," said Felthrup, seated on the table beside him. "I had the a.s.sistance of the written word, and an exceptional sort of help it was. The thirteenth Polylex Polylex often leads one astray, I grant you; and it is certainly biased in favor of the often leads one astray, I grant you; and it is certainly biased in favor of the Northern Northern half of my world. There is no entry whatsoever for 'Bali Adro,' tragically enough; one proceeds directly from half of my world. There is no entry whatsoever for 'Bali Adro,' tragically enough; one proceeds directly from Balhindar Balhindar, a Rekere dish made with green rice and termite larvae, to Baliacan Baliacan, a dance in honor of the Firelords, the poor execution of which was punished-do excuse my redundant vocabulary, sir-with execution."

"But something in this Polylex, Polylex," said Orfuin, unruffled by Felthrup's nonstop chatter, "showed you the way to my door, though you'd never dipped so much as a finger into the River of Shadows?"

"Master Orfuin, I had no inkling that such a River existed."

A gentle smile spread over the innkeeper's face. "One day you may long to recover such ignorance. Then again, you may not. For now, let us celebrate your skill. Few dare to leap into that stream who are not born to it, or committed to a lifetime's practice. You, Felthrup, are a natural swimmer."

"How very ironical," said Felthrup, beaming. "All my life-my woken life-I have lived in fear of drowning. But I suppose one cannot drown in a river of air."

"There is more than one sort of drowning," said Orfuin. "But come: tell me how you managed this miracle, and what need brought you to attempt it."