David Drake - The Mirror of Worlds
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"And I swear to you, ogre," he said, "that I'll treat you as well as I would a horse or a good servant for so long as you keep your word to me." "Her name is Koray," said the aegipan, out of the doorway.
"Spelled K-O-R-E. Though I suppose you can continue to call her ogre.
You didn't have a name for the horse, did you?" "Come out, Kore,"
Garric said, "and let me look at you in better light. Besides, you must be cramped in there and I promised I'd treat you properly." He still had the long dagger in his left hand; he must've forgotten it.
He sheathed it as the ogre ducked low to pass under the door transom and then rose to her full height, easily twelve feet. Kore stretched, then said, "While I realize this may be an indelicate question, master, I broke into these stables because I was very hungry. If you don't have a better use for the corpse of your former steed, may I resume my meal?" Garric began to laugh, but the ghost of Carus laughed even harder.
Chapter 7 Cashel would rather've been outside under the stars, but he didn't mind waiting in the tomb with Tenoctris. He had his back to the threshold with the quarterstaff across his knees. There was enough oil to keep the lamp at the other end of the chamber burning all night, and it'd be all right even if it went out. When the breeze was right he caught snatches of the soldiers talking. Instead of standing around the trench, they'd moved onto the top of the hill. From there they could see anybody coming toward the tomb but still keep a little ways away from the wizardry. The chant Tenoctris had started when she lay in the stone coffin continued as a rhythm well below the level Cashel could hear it as words. It wasn't Tenoctris speaking now, or anyway her lips didn't move: he'd leaned close to make sure. Cashel smiled. Probably as well the soldiers had kept their distance. It'd been a treat to watch them dig the tomb open, but likely the sound would bother them if they'd been close enough to hear. The lamp dimmed to the blue glow of the wick. Cashel leaned forward as he stood. If he'd hopped straight to his feet he'd have cracked his head on the stone transom. He could stand upright in the tomb proper, though. It wasn't quite high enough for the quarterstaff, so he held it crossways. He didn't know what was coming, but he was as ready as he could be. The lamp brightened again. Cashel frowned; he was glad of the light, but it wasn't what he'd expected. The oil Tenoctris'd poured from her stoppered bottle ran thinner than any Cashel'd seen before. Maybe that was why it acted this way? A man stepped from the air toward the other end of the tomb. He didn't come out of a wall, Cashel was sure of that; there was an oval mistiness, then this fellow walking through it and standing at the foot of the coffin. He was young to look at, scarcely sixteen. His silk robes were so thin you could see the lamp through them; the cloth was bright blue with words embroidered on it in gold. Cashel recognized the curvy Old Script. "My but you're a big one, aren't you?" the stranger said, smiling in a way Cashel didn't like. "What's your name, pretty boy?" "I'm Cashel or-Kenset, sir," Cashel said, shuffling his feet slightly to be sure they were set right. "Are you the fellow who was buried here?" The lamp was burning brighter than ever, but the stranger's features were sharp even where they ought to have been in shadow. And speaking of shadows- Cashel glanced at the wall of the tomb on the other side of the stranger from the lamp. Instead of the shadow of a young man, it showed a spindly, lizard-headed demon. Lamplight shone through the wing membranes, casting lighter shadows than the body itself; they flicked open and closed as the stranger talked. "Buried?" said the stranger. "Dear me, what a thought. But your friend came here to find me, if that's what you mean." He looked down at Tenoctris and smirked.
"I can certainly see why she wanted me to take charge of the business," he said. "My, if I'd been such a pitiable weakling, I'd just have hanged myself." He smiled at Cashel, obviously waiting for a reaction that didn't come. Cashel didn't let words get him mad, especially when that was what the other guy was trying to do-like here. Of course not being mad didn't mean he wouldn't take a quick swipe with the quarterstaff, slamming the fellow into the wall hard enough to break bones. Cashel wouldn't dothat this time either, because Tenoctris really had come here to meet him. Thinking about it made Cashel smile, though. The stranger tittered, turned, and walked toward the back of the chamber before turning again. His shadow rippled over the rough-hewn wall with him. "I wanted the First Stone," he said musingly. "Well, of course I did-anyone would. But I knew where to find it and how to get it… almost." He laughed again but there was no humor at all in the sound, not even the joy of a torturer. "That 'almost' was expensive, pretty one," he said. "It cost me time, more time than you can possibly imagine. I was beginning to think that it'd cost me eternity; all the time there ever will be."
Briskly, cheerfully, he walked toward Cashel with his left hand out.
"But now your friend has come," he said. "I paid and paid well for my information, and at last I'm able at last to use it to get the First Stone. Give me the locket you're holding for me, my little flower, and we'll get on with the business I've waited so very long to complete."
"No," said Cashel. He didn't raise his voice, but he heard it thicken.
"Tenoctris gave me the locket. I'll keep it." "Do you think you can threaten me, you worm!" the stranger said. "Threatenme?" He was-he didn't become, hewas -a lion bigger than any real lion, a beast whose open jaws could swallow Cashel whole. Its gape reeked with the flesh rotting between its fangs. Cashel hunched. He'd strike with his right arm leading in a horizontal arc, then bring the other ferrule around from the left in a blow that started at knee height. But notyet. The lion was too big for the tomb chamber to hold. Cashel faced it on a flat, featureless plain-but the plain might not be real; and if it wasn't, neither was the lion. A stroke at something that didn't exist would pull him off balance, and that could be the end of the fight.
The stranger might not be a lion, but he was something-and something very dangerous. "Give me the locket, worm-thing!" the lion shouted.
Cashel twitched the quarterstaff just a hair, widdershins and then sunwise. He'd said all he had to say, so he didn't speak again. There were folks who thought blustering before a fight scared the other fellow, but Cashel didn't believe that. It didn't scare him; and besides, he generally didn't need help. The lion tittered and was the slender young man again. "Oh, the fun I used to have when I was alive!" he said in the arch tones Cashel heard around the palace when courtiers were each trying to be snootier than the other. "Happy days, happy days." He smiled at Cashel; and as he smiled, his bodyflowed through the side of the stone coffin and merged with Tenoctris. It was like watching honey soak into a slice of coarse bread. The lamp had sunk back to its usual flicker. There was no sign of the stranger.
Tenoctris groaned. "Tenoctris?" Cashel said. Should he have stopped the thing from touching her? But she hadn't said so, and he wasn't sure what he could've done anyway. The old woman sat up carefully.
Cashel offered his left arm; she gladly took it. "Are you all right?" he asked, lifting her down to the tomb floor. She felt no heavier than a pigeon on his arm. "I've gotten what I came here for," she said softly. "Tomorrow we must go with Sharina to the Place; we have dealings with the Coerli. But tonight-" She gestured to her satchel.
"-please bring that, my dear. Tonight I must sleep, because I'm as tired as I've ever been in a long life." *** Garric sat on the stump of a great tree in the clearing behind the stables, working a rawhide thong through awl holes to sew pieces of pigskin. He'd expected to cut the new harness alone, but Winces and Pendill, the trappers staying at the Boar's Skull, were delighted to do most of the work for him. "You could live to twice your age, boy…," said Winces. He held a pigskin up in his left hand and stepped on the lower end, then sliced a strap freehand with a butcher knife. Garric had worked enough with leather to understand how strong the trapper's wrists must be to do that in a single stroke.
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