Marie Brennan - Doppelganger

“So you were bodyguarding her,” Eclipse said.

“Yeah. And I don’t mind saying I feel like shit about what happened. Here I am, the only one she trusts to keep her safe, and I fail miserably at my job.” He sighed. “Come back at Low. I’ll be up; his lordship sir grand master high—and-mighty Consortium won’t. The guards will let you in, and we’ll talk.” His eyes slid to Mirage. “I can’t promise I’ve got answers for you, but I do have some things you’d probably like to know.”

Then he was gone, pausing only to speak with the captain of the guard. Mirage glanced at Eclipse, and they left silently, melting into the crowd.

“Sounds like Avalanche isn’t enjoying his job,” Mirage remarked later, in their room.

“I’m not surprised. I’ve heard about this Consortium leader. He’s a real bloodsucker; cares more for his money than pretty much anything else. And he’s used to having things done when he wants them, the way he wants them. He’s probably running Avalanche ragged.”

“Warrior’s teeth. He’s one of those who figures it’s the bodyguard’s job to protect him, and doesn’t do anything to make the process easier.”

Eclipse nodded ruefully. “I’ll wager you the palanquin and its curtains were there to shelter him from the noise and stench of the streets, and not rooftop archers. People like that hate to change their behavior just because of some vague, nebulous, maybe-there-maybe-not danger. They never believe they’re at risk.”

“Lucky for him he’s got a sensible adviser in there somewhere, or he’d probably not even have hired Avalanche.”

“Yeah. I just hope he’s paying well. I’d ask a hefty fee, to put up with that kind of shit.”

Outside, a bell tolled the third hour of Last. One more hour until they had to meet Avalanche. Mirage was glad she’d learned patience in Hunter training; a lot of her time was spent in waiting or monotonous riding. “Let’s go get some food.”

The common room was packed, even though it lacked just an hour to Low, but they employed intimidating looks to good effect and got a tiny spot to themselves along one wall. The table was none too steady—it looked to have been one end of something longer, before it was broken off—but it was theirs alone, a luxury they appreciated in the close quarters. Eclipse ordered food for them both, and they leaned against the wall to survey the crowd.

Men from the Consortium’s lower ranks were sitting cheek-by-jowl with locals, and there was a scattering of shippers throughout as well. The atmosphere, luckily, was amiable, if a bit too drunken to rely on. Mirage just hoped the good humor would hold until she and Eclipse got out of there. She’d been in more than one barroom brawl, and they were never much fun. Even with all of her training, brawls were so chaotic and unpredictable that she usually ended up taking a chair to the back of the head before it was all done. Not her idea of a pleasant way to spend the evening.

The serving girl arrived with some indefinable sludge on thick pottery plates and went away again to fetch them beers. The supposed dinner was disgusting; Mirage picked through it with the point of her knife, looking for edible bits. She left most of it on the plate. The last thing she wanted tonight was a sick stomach.

Actually, that goes for pretty much any night .

Then there was a commotion at the door, and Mirage realized heavily that there was indeed something she had wanted even less.

Trouble.

A knot of men-at-arms from the shipping companies stood in the doorway, scanning the room. Mirage held still and prayed that they were looking for someone else—a friend, maybe, or a prostitute, of which there were plenty in the room. But she had barely finished the thought when the lead guard’s eyes found her and narrowed in anger.

“Oh, Crone’s stick, no,” Eclipse muttered.

“You!” The guard advanced across the room, stabbing a finger at the two of them. Just my luck. It would be the one from this morning . “I told you to leave. I told you not to show your faces!”

“We’re just having a drink and a meal,” Eclipse said. “We’ll stay the night, and then we’ll be on our way and trouble you no more.”

The guardsman bent to put his unshaven face right in front of Eclipse. “You’ll leave tonight .”

“Funny,” Mirage drawled, pulling his eyes to her. “I don’t recall any edicts from Lord Ralni forbidding us to be in this town. Nor from the mayor, either. I’d say we have as much right to be here as you do. More, given that you’re disrupting the peace and we’re not.”

His scowl warned her. She seized his hands as they reached for the front of her shirt and twisted them around, bending them backward until he was in a reasonable amount of pain. “Don’t touch me,” she said softly. The action set the guardsman’s friends off. They stepped forward threateningly, hands going to the hilts of their knives. Mirage thanked the Warrior that wearing swords inside town walls was forbidden while the meetings were going on. Even so, their motion brought the Consortium men to their feet, which in turn sparked the other company men, which had the locals looking for a quick exit.

Then, unfortunately, a Consortium man chose to take Mirage’s part. “I suggest you leave the lady alone. Unless you really need to prove to the world that you’re uneducated, drunken boors not worth the effort to spit on.”

Mirage used her leverage on the man’s hands to throw him backward into his friends, buying herself time to get out of her chair as the room exploded. Eclipse rapped the one company guard who charged for her behind the ear, and he went down like a felled log. One less in the fray. But there’s plenty more where he came from .

The tension she’d felt earlier had snapped, creating a full-fledged brawl in the space of a heartbeat. Mirage jumped out of the way of a local bent on finding an escape, but in doing so put herself in the path of another Vilardi resident too drunk to care whose side he was on. She spun out of his path and found herself face-to-face with the guardsman who had started it all.

“Bitch,” he snarled.

Mirage smiled at him and kicked him in the knee.

He went down, but someone else’s elbow caught her in the head, full force.

Void-damned brawls ! Mirage growled away the stars and turned on the owner of the offending elbow, slamming the palm of her hand into his nose and then kneeing him in the stomach where his too-small leather breastplate didn’t cover. A swift punch to his kidneys as she threw him behind her finished him off, for the moment at least, leaving her still in the middle of the very brawl she had not wanted to see.

The sound of a breaking chair brought her around swiftly, but it was only Eclipse taking down another guard. He grabbed her wrist; she went along with his pull and flew out of the path of another attacker’s down-swinging fist. Eclipse kicked him in the stomach, chest, and head, and then they were gone, pushing through until they reached a wall, and then sliding along it until they found their way to the back door and made it outside.

“I hate brawls,” Mirage growled, feeling the side of her head carefully. A noticeable lump was forming.

“They’re not my favorite, either. Come on—it’s almost time to meet Avalanche anyway. He won’t mind if we’re a few minutes early.”

The brawl was already attracting a crowd of spectators outside the inn. The two Hunters eased their way out of the growing ring and took to the shadows; neither wanted further trouble. They moved to the middle of the street before they reached the Consortium inn, though. Provoking the already jumpy guards would just start another fight, this one much more serious.