Simon Green - Live and let Drood

I rolled my head slowly to one side, gritting my teeth to keep from making any sound. I didn t want to give the soldiers the satisfaction. I saw Molly lying on the grass beside me. Half her face was hidden behind a mask of dried blood, but at least they hadn t beaten her, too. She was breathing heavily, but she managed half a smile for me.

They re awake. It was Major Michaels.

Pick them both up. The Drood has to see this.

Rough hands hauled me up onto my feet and held me there. Two more soldiers held Molly up before me. She looked very small and vulnerable, like a broken doll that s been treated too roughly. Major Michaels took her chin in one hand and lifted her face. Molly stared coldly at him. She tried to spit at him, but the blood just dribbled down her chin.

Charming, said Major Michaels. Pay attention, Drood. This is for your benefit. Crow Lee has given me orders and I will carry them out to the letter, because I am a good soldier. Everything that happens next is to take the fight out of you and to teach you a lesson. That you are entirely helpless now and there is nothing you can do. We can do anything we want to you, and we will. Watch. He gestured to the two soldiers supporting Molly.

Hold the girl steady.

He hit her again and again and again. The soldiers held Molly so tightly she couldn t even turn her head aside. And the other soldiers held me tightly so I couldn t turn my head aside from what I was seeing. I had to watch. I didn t struggle. Didn t cry out to beg or plead with them. There was nothing I could do, so why give them the satisfaction? I watched, watched till Major Michaels was done, and a cold, cold fire burnt in my heart. The major finally lowered his fists and stood there, breathing heavily; and then he took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his hands. Molly hung limply in the grasp of the two soldiers holding her, blood dripping steadily from her ruined face. I hoped she was unconscious.

Major Michaels turned to me and took something from a pocket. A small flat box with a button on the top. He waggled it at me.

Nasty little toy, Drood. Not a soldier s weapon. And Crow Lee says he won t have it in the house. So

He crushed the box in his hand, and it fell apart into a hundred pieces. Major Michaels fluttered his fingers, and the tiny fragments fell away.

All right, boys, said the major. Let s take these unfortunate poor souls up to the house. Crow Lee wants to play with them for as long as they last.

He led the way across the devastated grounds, while the soldiers half carried Molly and me along after him. Molly was just about back on her feet again, though her head hung down. Blood dripped steadily off her chin. I did my best to keep my legs under me, for pride s sake. More heavily armed guards kept appearing out of nowhere, moving in around us to escort us to the house. Not because they thought we were dangerous anymore, but because they couldn t be sure we came alone. There might be others, watching and waiting for their chance.

I kept calling on my armour, but nothing came. I could feel its angry presence, and its thoughts were as hot as mine were cold, but the influence of the monkey s hand kept it trapped where it was. If I could just get Crow Lee to send the major away while he questioned us maybe there was a limit to how far the monkey s hand could reach. And then

I looked around Crow Lee s gardens as we were led through them, and I managed a small smile. Even though it broke open my split lips and filled my mouth with blood. Molly and I had made a definite impression. His gardens couldn t have looked more of a mess if a small country had declared war on them.

The soldiers were still having to half hold me up. I was playing along a bit, so they wouldn t see me as any kind of threat till it was too late but I was still shocked at how weak I was. It had been a long time since I d taken a professional beating. But I was a Drood. Which meant I was used to beatings. The Sarjeants-at-Arms had seen to that ever since I was a small child. I hurt, but my head was still clear. All I had to do was wait for my chance.

You tell yourself things like that when you re broken and bleeding and all out of options. That s part of the training, too.

The soldiers stopped before the front door of the manor house, and Molly raised her head to look at me. I wouldn t let myself look away, and I tried to keep out of my expression just how bad she looked.

All my fault, she said indistinctly. I should have waited for my magics to return naturally, not relied on the Twilight Teardrop. But there just wasn t time.

I know, I said. It s all right.

I waited, but she didn t have anything more to say. She let her head droop forward again, and blood resumed dripping off her chin.

I made myself look away and study the exterior of Crow Lee s house. Looking for any information or insight I could use for ammunition when we met. The place seemed quiet and even peaceful, though the drawn curtains at all the windows gave it a slightly sinister aspect. There was even a welcome mat set out before the front door. I laughed briefly at that, and got a slap round the head for my trouble. The door swung silently open before us, and I felt a whole new level of tension rise among the soldiers. Crow Lee was waiting. Major Michaels yelled at his men, and they hauled Molly and me inside. The door swung silently shut behind us.

Inside the place stank. I grimaced as the stench washed over me, of blood and shit, musk and misery. Even Major Michaels was affected by the smell, though he did his best to hide it. One of the soldiers supporting Molly gagged loudly and whipped his head from side to side, as though searching for fresher air. The major snarled at him and led us all down the long hallway.

Both walls were covered with mirrors, long rows of framed glass. And as I passed them by I saw faces imprisoned behind each mirror, half-starved, scarred and ruined, silently screaming and pleading. There was nothing I could do. Except hope I d get the chance to do something for them later. The ceiling was covered with old overlapping bloodstains. Mostly arterial spray, by the look of it.

Take a look at the rugs on the floor, Major Michaels said cheerfully. Every one of them made from the pelts of endangered animals. If you look carefully at the ones where the heads are still attached, you ll notice the eyes are still alive and full of suffering. He doesn t miss a trick, that Crow Lee.

He pushed on ahead of us, heading for the closed door at the end of the hall. The whole place stank of death and suffering, like a spiritual abattoir. A row of severed heads had been stuck on spikes: men and women, young and old. They were still alive and suffering, too. Their eyes rolled and their mouths moved, though no sound came out of them.

Crow Lee had their vocal cords cut out, Major Michaels said casually. You can listen to only so much screaming before it gets old. And it s not as if any of them had anything to say that he wanted to hear.

I remembered threatening to put the Immortal s head on a spike, and I felt ashamed.

We finally reached the door at the end of the hall. The soldiers were looking at each other unhappily, every movement full of tension and fear. Major Michaels gave me some time to look over the door. The heavy wood had been carved with every name and symbol for evil you could think of, including some from civilisations that don t even exist anymore. The door knocker was an inverted crucifix, with what I took at first to be some kind of shaved monkey nailed to it. It wasn t until Major Michaels encouraged me to take a closer look that I realised Crow Lee had nailed a foetus to the cross.

The major laughed at the expression on my face. Ripped untimely from his mother s womb, and nailed up in place while he was still breathing. You ve got to laugh, haven t you? So, what do you think of the great man s dwelling?