Simon Green - Casino Infernale

“Your family knew,” the Sea Goat said harshly.

“Turns out there’s a lot of things they didn’t tell me,” I said. “Even when I thought I was running things. But I know now. I promised these lost souls that I would set them free before I left, and I will.”

“What can we do to help?” said Bruin Bear. “The Horse said we would be needed here, and I think this is why.”

“That’s why I asked you here,” I said. “I can break open the prison gates, but you have to find somewhere for them to go.”

“I can do that,” said the Bear.

“Then stand ready,” I said.

I held up the safe-cracking device the Armourer had given me. The simple black box that could open all locks. He found it for me, locked away in Parris’ desk drawer. The Armourer could always find the things he’d made; he said they spoke to him, and I was inclined to believe him. The Armourer always did good work. I held the thing up, and then slammed it against the corridor wall. And the whole place exploded in a blast of almost unbearable light and sound. The walls cracked and flew apart, the glass in every frame broke and shattered, and thousands of trapped souls burst back into the world, free at last.

When the sound and fury died down, I was standing on top of a grassy hill under a night sky packed with stars and moons. There was no sign of the corridor anywhere, or any other part of the hotel. Molly stood to one side of me, Bruin Bear and the Sea Goat on the other. And we all looked up into the night sky with wide mouths and wondering eyes. Newly released souls flew back and forth, shooting this way and that like shimmering comets. They rose and fell, danced around each other, wheeled with unconcealed joy like shimmering Catherine wheels, flying free at last. The night sky was full of shining souls, blazing brighter than any moon. Molly clapped her hands, and jumped up and down on the spot. Bruin Bear and the Sea Goat danced together, stamping their feet down hard on the purple-tinged grass. And I stood very still, looking and looking. I hadn’t realised just how many trapped souls there’d been, and I couldn’t believe I’d waited one minute longer to free them than was absolutely necessary. I felt Molly’s arm slip through mine as she hugged herself up against me.

“All right,” she said. “Every now and again, you do something right. So right, even I can’t find a way to knock it. Look at them go!”

“I promised them,” I said.

“Of course you did,” said Molly. “You’re that sort of Drood.”

In the end, Bruin Bear stepped forward and raised his voice to address the souls in the sky. And just like that, they heard him, and stopped. They came down to stand before him in shimmering rows of human forms—thousands of them, blazing in the dark, brighter than stars. Bruin Bear looked fondly on them and when he spoke, they listened.

“There is a town where dreams go to die,” he said. “Where nightmares end, and hope itself can rest. Where all stories find their endings, and every lost soul finds its way home, at last. Come with me, my friends, to Shadows Fall. And I promise you, I will help you all find your way to whatever place is waiting for you.”

“Or, we’ll find a way for you to stay on, in Shadows Fall,” said the Sea Goat. “In the place where legends go to die, when the world stops believing in them. It’s a fun place to live . . . or die . . . or be something else. I’m an expert at being something else.”

Bruin Bear waved a single small paw, and a great door opened in the night. A warm restful Light spilled through it, pushing back the dark. A Light that said Come home. Come home. The Bear and the Goat led the way through the door, and all the returned souls followed them through. And when the last glimmering figure had passed through, the door closed, and the Light shut off. The night was very still and very quiet and very empty. Molly and I were left alone, together, on top of the hill. And the lights in the sky were only stars.

After a while, I turned to look at Molly. “I promised I’d set them free. And I promised you . . . that I’d get you answers. About my grandfather the Regent, and the full truth about how your parents died. The truth, the whole truth, wherever it takes us.”

“I know,” said Molly. “I never doubted you, Eddie. You are the only thing in my life that I can always rely on.”

“Really?” I said. “That’s how I feel about you. Come on; let’s get back to London and the Department of the Uncanny so we can start slamming people up against walls until they start telling us things we need to know.”

“I thought . . . I wanted the truth more than anything,” Molly said slowly. “But now I’m not so sure. I don’t want to separate you from your grandfather, not after you just got him back again. I think that would be cruel. I can live without all the truth.”

“No, you can’t,” I said. “And neither can I.”

I took her in my arms and we held each other like we’d never let go. But eventually we did and we stood together, looking out into the empty night.

“I suppose my soul was in there, somewhere,” I said. “Can’t say I felt it return. Mind you, I didn’t feel it go in the first place.”

“I don’t think they ever really had it, or your parents’,” said Molly. “They just had a claim. All sorts have had a claim on my soul, for years.”

I looked at her thoughtfully. “I’m going to have to do something about that. . . .”

“Sufficient unto the day are the trials thereof,” said Molly. “Let’s go home.”

“You’ve seen me as Eddie,” I said. “And as Shaman. So, who do you prefer?”

Molly kissed me unhurriedly. “I love you, you idiot. We’re all . . . just who we have to be. Now, how are we getting home?”

“I arranged for someone to give us a lift,” I said.

There was the sound of pounding hooves on the night, drawing near, and then a loud neigh. I looked around, with Molly, and there was the White Horse, shining in the night. Ready to take us home. It’s good to have friends.