Whispering Nickel Idols Part 26

Dean probably planned to deploy his skills as watcher, yielding to me as a journeyman lugger.

He fooled me. "You stand by the cart and look ferocious. Mr. Sanderin and I will get the kegs installed. Singe, will you help? Or are you just going to stand there looking pretty?"

Singe scooted down and loaded up.

I spied Scithe and a pal across the street, headed for the Cardonlos place. Scithe waved.

Dean had conned a beer delivery guy into going out of his way. A Weider brewery guy. They're hard to distract, normally. But this Mr. Sanderin had let Dean pile on a bit of everything we needed around the house, including a sack of potatoes and a bushel of apples, which wouldn't last long once Singe got to stewing.

Sanderin had a case of nerves, probably because I'm the guy who checks up on Weider brewery employees. "Relax, Sanderin. I didn't even see you today."

When Dean came back after moving the first keg inside, I said, "Your pal Penny is hanging out across the street again."

"She's worried about her kittens. But she's afraid to come across and find out how they are."

"So you told her, eh?"

"I told her they were all right. They're getting enough to eat. n.o.body is hurting them."

"Which would be why she suckered you into taking them aboard in the first place. Right?"

"She wanted to take advantage of the Dead Man's reputation. Without having to deal with Himself. But he woke up."

"Pity."

"No need to be sarcastic, Mr. Garrett."

"Maybe not. But it sure feels good. She's welcome any time. We don't bite. Well, I might. But I promise not to leave scars."

"You need to see the situation from her viewpoint."

"Dean, don't bulls.h.i.+t me. You don't get get to bulls.h.i.+t me. That's no child. She's not twelve years old." to bulls.h.i.+t me. That's no child. She's not twelve years old."

Dean sighed. "You're right. She's just small for her age. And she's been on her own since she was twelve. She's sharp as a knife about some things and stone naive about others. And I want it to stay that way."

I got the message. "I should feel hurt by your underlying a.s.sumptions. How about you tote a barge or two? Lift a bale? Singe is on her third load."

Dean got Mr. Sanderin to help him. Once they couldn't see, I blew Penny Dreadful a kiss.

Relway's boys noticed. Maybe they'd give the kid a hard time and she'd come looking for shelter.

Singe caught me. "You are a black-hearted villain, Garrett."

I grinned. "Ain't life fun?"

She just said, "Looks like more rain."

Yes. It did, actually.

44.

The rain started in the afternoon. It began gently, but cold. After a round of thunder, it turned to freezing rain. Lucky me, I didn't have to hazard streets gone foul and treacherous.

I was in with the Dead Man, halfway napping, feeling restless. Like I never would have if I'd been free to go out. The Dead Man was having fun needling me about my sudden surge of ambition.

Somebody came to the door.

Dean clumped on up there. He was tired of playing with kittens and trying to manage an intelligent conversation with Singe. He can't ignore what she is for long.

Voices rattled but got lost in the clatter of the rain. Which fell with great enthusiasm, coating everything with ice. Morley came in looking as bedraggled as ever I've seen. He had ice on his head and shoulders. I said, "I'm speechless."

"If only that were true."

"What's a dog like you doing out on a night like this?"

"It wasn't bad when I started. I was two-thirds of the way here when it turned awful. I huddled in a doorway with refugees until it was obvious it wasn't just weather G.o.d whimsy. Here was closer than home, so I came ahead. I fell several times. I may have sprained my wrist."

I chuckled, picturing him huddled up with a bunch of street folk. "I suppose I ought to sit on my mirth until you tell us what you're up to."

Morley told the Dead Man, "Your little boy is finally beginning to develop social skills."

Enough contusions and abrasions eventually wear the corners off even the roughest blockheads, given time.

"I can't argue with that," I confessed. I started to lever myself out of my chair.

Never mind. Dean and Singe are coming. They are eager for something to do that does not require them to be good company to one another.

Dean arrived carrying a chair. Singe was equipped to dry Morley out and wrap him in a comforter. Dean said, "We'll get something warm inside you as soon as can be."

"I'll be fine," Morley said. "I just hope those idiots at The Palms don't burn it down while I'm gone."

Morley is a micromanager. He isn't comfortable giving his people an a.s.signment and letting them run. I said, "You went off to the Cantard with me one time and it was still there when we got back."

"That was in the old days. You couldn't hurt the place when it was the Joy House."

He went on, but I listened with only half an ear. I was marveling at the Dead Man. He'd dropped "Miss Pular" in favor of the informal "Singe." He had accepted her into the family.

Such as it is. Strange as it is.

Maybe I ought to recruit a dwarf now.

I asked, "What's become of all the dwarfs?"

Which question garnered bewildered looks.

I said, "It just hit me. I don't see dwarfs anymore. Come to think, there aren't many trolls around anymore, either. Even elves aren't as common as they used to be."

"Members of the Other Races are leaving TunFaire," Morley said.

I gulped me some water. I couldn't tell if it was all in my head, but I seemed thirstier all the time. "You saying all that human rights racialist stuff is working?"

"It is. Though not quite the way you're thinking."

"Eh?"

"You don't really think a bunch of drunken yahoos with ax handles would intimidate a troll, do you?"

I had to admit it. That didn't seem likely. "We're getting old."

"Speak for yourself. What brought that on?"

"We're sitting around a fire talking instead of being out in the weather having adventures."

"And I'm just as happy. If I'm careful, I'll last for centuries."

"Then how come you're out when even the mad dogs have crawled under the porch?"

"I didn't plan it."

"I got that much. Thanks, Singe. Pull up a chair. Listen to the master tell tall tales."

"I wish," Dotes said. "What did you do to Teacher White?"

"Nothing. Just chatted him up. What you'd expect. Why?"

"He's gone insane. He hit Merry Sculdyte. You don't mess with Merry-unless you catch him with his pants down. Which is what Teacher must have done. Rory will have smoke coming out his ears."

"So Teacher did something stupid. Is that a major departure? You got any more details?"

"No."

I noted the Dead Man's absence from the conversation.

"What got into Teacher?" I mused rhetorically. "He was p.i.s.sed off because two heavies he borrowed from Merry croaked Spider Webb and Original d.i.c.k on him. But he didn't seem suicidal when he left."

The Dead Man said nothing. I'm sure he wasn't feeling guilty, though.

I admitted, "We did ask him to get a couple people to come by. I didn't think he'd go start a war."

Dotes mistook me. "Your name isn't in it. Yet."

"Not entirely rea.s.suring. But good to know."

Dean seldom takes an interest. But he had no work and it was too early for bed. He brought a chair in and nurtured the fire while he listened. He kept quiet.

I told Morley, "Interesting stuff, but why come out in this?"

"I was concerned that Rory might think you had something to do with his brother's misfortune." Friends.h.i.+p and the showmans.h.i.+p involved in being a manly man lead us through dumb contortions, sometimes.

"What do you think, Old Bones?"

Nothing.

"Come on. I know you're not asleep."

Indeed not. I am monitoring the approach of the grand villain Teacher White and his merry men. Including a man named Merry, whose appellation seems singularly inappropriate.

"Headed here?"

Five minutes. Teacher White knows the truth, but Merry Sculdyte will come in blind.

I felt him get busy telling everybody else what to do.

He's a take-charge kind of guy.

45.

Though Morley was bedraggled, he was his old svelte self compared to Teacher White, his crew, and their prisoners. That whole gaggle was on the far marches of the drowned-rat category. Though Singe would have bristled at the cliche.

Teacher told me, "Here you go, a.s.shole. Green Bean, Squint, Brett Batt, and Merry Sculdyte. This'll probably get me killed. And here's what Kolda told me was your friggin' antidote when I bought the samsom weed. Now have your monster get this nightmare outta my head."

I stood around gaping like a yokel while Teacher's henchmen piled bodies in the hallway, and halfway wished my monster would get the whispering nightmares out of mine. The black murmurs just wouldn't go away. Dean sputtered about the water being tracked in. The captives were bound. They were all b.l.o.o.d.y. Some were still leaking. That did nothing to make Dean happy, either. I couldn't imagine what White's bunch must have done to pull this off. I had more difficulty imagining what the Dead Man could've done to Teacher to get him so motivated.

Excellent. Most excellent. You have performed prodigies, Mr. White. I am sure that, at this point, you would like to disappear for a while.

"No s.h.i.+t."

Go quickly, then. The watchers are paying no attention because of the weather. Go quietly.

"What about the mindworm thing?"

I have removed it already.