Chris Wooding: The Fade

Ledo saw the tide of public opinion turning and realised he was facing stiff competition in the field of battlefield medicine. Since all his interests were tied to the war, he needed to make a move into peacetime industries. So he agreed to marry off Liss to Clan Jerima, a successful textile manufacturer. He intended to use his workforce to make dyes instead of medicines, and he would go into business with Jerima. Probably he would also switch away from battlefield medicines to more commercial drugs like cold remedies. He knew the war was dying out, and he was gearing up for peace.

All this I'd learned from Casta, but I'd thought it was the backup plan in case his sabotage failed. I was wrong. He wanted to prevent Operation Deadfall, not sabotage it. He wanted to declare a truce.

As ever, it was all about the timing. If the other Plutarchs sensed the change coming, they would all start making similar plans. So Ledo went behind the Turnward Claw Alliance's back, and began gathering support among the Folded Wing for a truce with the Gurta. At the same time he contacted one of the Gurta, an influential Minister called Belek Aspa who was known to have the ear of the High Elder, and told him that he could get enough of the Plutarchs on his side to call a truce, if Belek could do the same.

His idea was to hamstring Operation Deadfall at the last moment, then defect to the Folded Wing, leaving him way ahead of his allies in the Turnward Claw Alliance, who had already committed themselves. Leaving them in the dust in the post-war era of peace. A smart and ruthless political move.

And I just fucked it all up.

Ledo wasn't the traitor. And that leaves only one person it could possibly be. One person who stands to profit by what I've done.

It's because I'm so overwhelmed by the realisation that I don't hear the arrow coming in time to avoid it. I move far too late, but at least I move, and that makes the difference between getting it square in the back and getting it through my side. The impact spins me off my feet and sends me crashing to the floor, gasping with shock.

Instinct kicks in. The chua-kin chants that govern my metabolism start marching through the white emptiness in my head, and my body responds as best it can, but it doesn't have a lot left to give. I lie there, trembling and juddering, spitted. The arrow is sticking out of my ribs at an angle. At least the bastard went right through. It only delivered a small amount of the poison on the tip.

I've fallen facing the doorway, but I know who's done it even before my blurred vision resolves and the fuzzy blob stepping into the room takes on shape.

Nereith. Of course it's Nereith.

He walks slowly into the room, surveying the dead. He's wearing a scarlet trench coat, matching the skinmarked stripes on his bald skull. My heart is thumping in my ears, but I can't move. I'm paralysed.

'Reliable Orna,' he says. His bow is still trained on me, a new arrow nocked. 'You know, Silverfish had doubts as to whether you could pull it off or not, but I never lost faith. I was there when you got us out of Farakza. I knew you could do it.'

I've been used. I've been fucking used. I want to scream but I don't think I could take the agony. Because I know who Silverfish is now. Silverfish is the traitor. Silverfish is the one who's been playing me all along, who's deceived me over and over until, in the end, I killed my own innocent master.

Who was it who sent me to break into Ledo's quarters, where they could easily have put the letter from Belek Aspa in a place where I would find it? Who was it, apart from Ledo, that had the authority to send me to kill Gorak Jespyn, a man who knew the identity of the real traitor who sold us out at Korok? Who had reason to want Ledo dead, and needed an agent, a loyal member of his Cadre that could get close enough to him to do the job? Who had fucking well told me they wanted the war to continue, and that Operation Deadfall had to fail for the good of the Clan?

'Ah,' says Nereith, stepping closer. 'I see you get it now. A little late, perhaps, but congratulations all the same.'

'Casta,' I croak. 'Silverfish is Casta.'

'And you're just a fade, Orna. How does it feel?'

Casta. Casta, with her long absences from her lamenting twin. Casta, not half so dizzy as she pretended. With her connections in aristocratic society and the network she'd built up in the underworld as Silverfish, there was little that went on in the city that she didn't know. She hid her identity with the simple trick of always having her generals refer to her as male, but there were clues, if I'd have been smart enough to see them. I'd always wondered why Silverfish persecuted Clan Jerima in particular. Clan Jerima, the family that Liss was marrying into. The Clan that were going to take Casta's twin away from her.

It was her that had sent me to kill Gorak Jespyn, who really did have information that could compromise her. But she knew I'd suppose it was Ledo who'd given the order, and she made sure of it by sending me on a break with my family only to call me away the very first turn that I arrived. It didn't make sense for Casta to do that, so I assumed it was Ledo, and later that fitted in with the picture that was being presented to me. A picture in which Ledo was the traitor I was looking for.

'Fortunate, our meeting in Farakza,' Nereith says. 'And not only because you saved my life. Casta had been looking for a way to get rid of Ledo for quite some time. Ever since he'd decided to marry off Liss, actually. Ledo never really did understand the lengths she'd go to to keep her sister by her side.' He's still approaching, watching me for any sudden moves. 'But you were just too perfect. Grieving, desperate, so full of hate. You wanted someone to blame for it all. We just arranged things to make sure it was Ledo.'

And I gave them the instruments of my undoing. Casta had been there, at the sculpture graveyard in the Greyslopes, when I had professed that I would betray my master if he tried to take my son. I'd mentioned Belek Aspa to Nereith, hoping to learn something, and Nereith had worked out that I'd heard it in Farakza, in conjunction with Ledo's name. He'd worked out that I suspected Ledo of something.

I'd told him about the letter in my drawer, which would have given Casta plenty of time to find it and work out how to use it against me. I'd placed all my hopes in that letter.

'Casta… the letter…' I say, because I need to know. I need to be sure. I have to understand the whole of what's been done to me.

'We couldn't have Jai withdrawn from the front lines, Orna,' he says, a false apology in his tone. 'Then what reason would you have to kill Ledo? Casta had words with her brother, like you asked her to. But she made very sure he wouldn't grant your request. That wouldn't have suited her plans for you.'

Nereith must have had this in mind from the moment he met me. Once we got out, he sent word to Casta from Caralla. Then he waited there for me, knowing I'd turn up if I possibly could, because like an idiot I'd told him that was where Jai was stationed. Between what Casta knew of my past, and what I told Nereith, they had all the tools they needed to make me into their assassin. My family was always my weak spot.

The scale of the deception staggers me. They've had me in their hands from the start.

I have a thousand questions, but I ask only one, forced huskily from my resisting lungs.

'Is my son really dead?'

He walks carefully up to me, then loosens the tension on the bowstring. Obviously convinced I'm not a threat, and he's right. I don't have the strength to raise my head.

'I really don't know. If he is, it's news to me.' He picks up the document from the desk, runs his eyes over it briefly. 'Faking that letter from the Army was dirty, I'll admit. But we needed to be sure you'd kill Ledo. Otherwise it would all have been for nothing.' He shrugs. 'We knew you'd try to find Reitha. Better that the news came from her. Makes it seem less suspicious if it goes through a third party. Basic subterfuge, really. You should know that.'