still had to attack uphill.
The general found that Az had wasted no time waiting for orders. The men had been turned out. They were at posts away from the gate. Which stood open.
He considered the party of four approaching. Two Sha-lug. And two pretending to be Sha-lug. One of those radiated the arrogance Alizarin associated with er-Rashal al-Dhulquarnen.
The senior Sha-lug looked up. The Mountain did not recognize him. The man said something to the sorcerer. Alizarin told al-Adil, “Time to fall back. Just in case.”
Soon afterward, a flash and howl spoke eloquently of interesting events outside. Nothing passed the wards denying entrance to things of the Night.
The boy was startled. “I didn’t think … I can’t believe …”
“When you return to Shamramdi you can say you saw it yourself.”
“If I get back. What can you do against that? Your Master of Ghosts …”
What al-Adil might have said, doubting Az’s abilities, vanished in a huge roar. The tower shook. Stones groaned. Dust fell.
Almost immediately horses began screaming. As did men. Or a man.
Alizarin returned to the balcony.
All four riders were down. Two lay still. The sorcerer was the human screamer. The other wounded man was focused on reattaching his right hand to his wrist.
Two horses were in flight, one on three legs. Neither appeared to be wounded. The cripple must have hurt itself trying to get away. The two fallen animals would have been in front, bodies shielding the fleeing pair but not their riders.
“Excellent,” Alizarin said. Though he mourned the fallen Sha-lug. Their crime had been to be in the wrong place with the wrong man. “Let’s see if we can salvage the sorcerer. He could make an interesting witness. Should your uncle be interested in what he has to say.”
“No doubt of that.”
“You have reservations?”
“He’s still a sorcerer. And I have no resources for managing him.”
“We’ll fix you up.”
Arriving down below, Nassim found his precious falcon defunct. “Az?”
“We overcharged it, sir. To make sure we put enough stuff in the air.”
“Deal with those horses. And the wounded. If the sorcerer looks like he might live, save him.”
Az met the Mountain’s eye. He nodded, went back to work. Comrades from his old company joined him. Bone shouted, “We can save the one with the hand gone if I get a tourniquet on him now.”
“Do it,” Alizarin called back. “We’ll kill him later if he needs it.”
Mohkam, one of Bone’s band, said, “They never saw us coming out of the bright sun, General.”
Azim al-Adil observed, “That sorcerer’s arrogant certainty astonishes me.”
“We’ll ask him about it.” Alizarin moved, the better to watch Az.
The Master of Ghosts ignored the sorcerer’s pleas for help. With assistance from two companions he removed the forefinger and little finger from each of the man’s hands. That would end his gesture magic. Then they punched a hole through his tongue. Through that they threaded a strip of silver, bent and twisted its ends together. There would be no verbal magic, either.
Only then did they bring their captive into the tower.
Nassim said, “I trust you’ll be able to wait till he’s ready to travel, young Az.”
“I can. But you’ll need to send a message.”
“I’ll have the signalmen get started. It’ll be a long message. I need to catch those horses, too. And we have bodies to bury.”
Nassim Alizarin al-Jebal was pleased. This had been a good day. The Rascal’s beard had been well and thoroughly yanked, then twisted. Word would spread amongst the Sha-lug. Some might question continued allegiance to a Marshal who let such schemes be woven around him.
“Bone! Tomorrow you go back to Haeti. Tell our Dainshau friend his bronze chalice is so favored by our congregation that they want to add three more just like it.”
Bone sighed. He was too old. But he did not argue. Nor had Nassim thought he would.
Bone was Sha-lug.
12. The Connec: Confrontations
The circle had closed. At last. Rook had proven slicker than a barrel of greased snakes, according to one veteran of the interminable campaign to eliminate the last of the Old Gods resurrected by Rudenes Schneidel. Hecht told Clej Sedlakova and Titus Consent, “I’m worn out. And I wasn’t here for half the work.” He glanced eastward. First light limned the Connecten hills. “There’s no way he can slide out again?”
Sedlakova waved his one arm in exasperation. “No! Hell, no. Only, he’s managed twice already when I promised he couldn’t. So, no, I won’t guarantee anything. He could turn into a flock of crows and fly away. One of his