“She’s right.” I told it quickly. Then I asked North English, “You know anything about this Black Dragon freecorps or its commander, Colonel Norton?”
Marengo made an effort to be egalitarian but only because he was a guest where I was held in high regard. I doubt that he would have spoken to me ordinarily. “I’ve never heard of either one before. But I’m no student of the war. I put it behind me when I came home. Norton and his Black Dragons may have operated without my permission.”
You sarky rascal. “They didn’t get mine, either, but I wasn’t in the army. I didn’t spend much time in the Cantard proper. I’m not up on all the unit names.”
Weider beamed like a cherub. He was so pleased to see us kids getting along. He told us, “There’ll be a bunch of generals in here later, Garrett. I’ll ask questions.”
I noted, “You don’t seem much worried about Tom.”
“How likely is it that anybody could carry someone out of here unnoticed tonight?”
“I don’t know. They got in. They have a plan. They must have a getaway scoped. All the suicide commandos got used up in the Cantard.”
Weider was not alone there with Belinda and North English. Staying quiet but handy were several men from the brewery docks. Weider told them, “You boys spread the word about what you just heard. And tell Gilbey to come up.”
“Tell everybody to watch for Kittyjo, too,” I told them. “I haven’t been able to find her. Max, these people have some kind of sorcery going. If you take your eyes off them even for a second, they disappear.”
That angle was scary. It could mean Black Dragon Valsung had dangerous connections on the Hill.
“Weirder and weirder,” Weider grumbled. “Why me? I don’t know three people in the sorcery racket and none of them by their first names. They wouldn’t pussyfoot, either. They’d stomp me like a bug.”
Fire danced in the fireplace. Weider went to stare into the flames. He crooked a finger, calling me away from the others. He murmured, “Am I going to get hurt again?” At the moment he seemed lost, storm-tossed, without compass or anchor.
“Not if I can help it,” I promised. I gave North English a hard look. He didn’t melt. Somebody probably looked at him hard before. He was all tempered up.
Alyx hugged her father. “Don’t worry, Daddy. Garrett will take care of everything.”
Which Garrett was that? I wondered. This one hadn’t shown me a lot so far.
Weider settled into a comfortable chair. He looked befuddled, unable to keep up with events. I didn’t blame him, though that was a side of him new to me.
North English said, “I gather you’re not in sympathy with the aims of The Call, Mr. Garrett.”
That was a leading remark if ever I heard one. “But I am in sympathy. Very much so. I just have trouble with some of the individuals involved. Some of your biggest big mouths. Are they really the kind of guys we want telling us how to run our lives? Not to mention that most of them aren’t really interested in rights at all. They just think they can grab something for themselves.”
North English eyed me warily, as though he’d opened his bread-box and found a snake smiling back. “The most heartfelt cause will accumulate fanatics and exploiters, Mr. Garrett. That’s human nature. It’s unfortunate but it’s difficult to recruit calm, rational activists like yourself.”
Now who was shitting who? “Us calm, rational activists should keep the wild-eyed, wooly-haired types under control. They alienate more people than they convert.”
North English’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like being lectured by one of the unwashed. In his secret heart he approved of The Call’s excesses.
It doesn’t take long for any of us to weave elaborate webs of justification and self-deception.
I didn’t think much of North English but he was Max Weider’s friend and Relway did hope I could slide inside the movement. “I suppose I’m still bitter about my run-in with some of your rogue nutcases a while back.”
North English’s negotiations mask came out. “Yes. I heard about that. We do try to weed that sort out — which is why so many splinter groups form. Those men were weeds already scheduled to be pulled.”
I entertained a suspicion that Marengo had misspoken but refrained from making myself less ingratiating than my history and social standing rendered me already. Relway wouldn’t do me any favors if I wasn’t in a position where I could help him.
“Please excuse me,” I said. “I’m just cranky. I’ve been trying to help Mr. Weider and things haven’t gone well.”
“I understand. See me when you’re in a better mood. The Call is looking for me like you, men who have been south and who have seen the worst and have given their best and have returned to face indifference, ingratitude, or outright disdain. Men who came home to find everything they fought for controlled by creatures who did nothing to defend it... Pardon me. Without my niece to restrain me I tend to rant. Unfortunately, ranting isn’t a good way to attract worthwhile new friends, either.”
Marengo North English was one of the richest men of Karenta. Wealth is a superb insulator. Why did he find it emotionally fulfilling to involve himself in a working-class movement? Guys at his level didn’t come home to find there was no work. They never worked anyway. “Garrett.”
“Mr. Weider?”
“Time is passing.”
“Yes, sir.” That was as close as ever he came to telling me how to do my job.
37
I was lost. I didn’t know how to attack the thing. And the complications would increase as more guests arrived. These invaders — if they were around still — could be anybody in a waiter’s outfit. And if they had applied half a brain while planning, they would have arranged not to be handicapped by that. The costume was just a way to get past the door.
I had a horrible thought. An awful recollection, really. Carter and Trace had been inside my house, within yards of the Dead Man, but he hadn’t caught a whiff of their villainy.
Another horrible thought trotted in right behind the first. It scarred my brain with its little cloven hooves. The boys knew how to get around the Weider house entirely too well.
Alyx followed me. “What’re we going to do now?” I stood at the head of the stair that led down to all the excitement.
“Good question. Find yourself a safe place. They might try to grab you or Kittyjo. Or Ty.” Ty couldn’t run and Lance was no fighter.
“Won’t I be safe if I stay with you?”
“The problem is I might not be safe with you.”
“Oh, Garrett! You say the sweetest things.”
“Let’s find Gilbey.”
Gilbey was swamped. The mob was arriving faster than the majordomo could holler. Genord would have a sore throat come morning.
“What?” Gilbey demanded, peckish.
“They’ve grabbed Tom. At least three men were involved, probably four. They used the back stairs. Tom was alive but out cold when I tried to take him back. Also, I can’t find Kittyjo.”
“I saw her a minute ago, coming down the main stairs. She’s hard to miss. She’s wearing bright vermillion. Damn. Another one who’ll want to see Max privately.” He turned to greet a spear shaft of an elderly gent I recognized belatedly as a retired cavalry brigadier. Gilbey continued, “I’ll get word to the men watching the doors.”
“The old man sent word already.”
“Won’t hurt them to hear it twice. Keep looking. They can’t get out.”
“I’m on the job, boss,” I muttered. I moved off as Gilbey offered a slight bow to the brigadier. The old soldier’s gaze tracked me. Looked like he thought he ought to know me. Maybe he had me confused with somebody else.
Alyx stayed a step behind as I headed for the service area. Gresser pounced on me. “What am I going to do? I no longer have enough men to cover —”
“Misplace some more troops?”
His cheeks reddened. A vein in his temple throbbed. “Your name is Garrett?”
“I h
aven’t had a chance to change it.”
“I don’t want to apologize for my failings again, Garrett. If you’d like to discuss something positive that might be done, let’s do. Recrimination wastes both our time.”
“Point taken. Here’s the problem. The guys who sneaked in with your crew have grabbed Tom Weider. I don’t know why and it doesn’t really matter. I have this urge to mess them up, though. Any ideas about how they might get out?”
I didn’t expect any help. Cynical in my old age, I figured Gresser was in on it somehow, around the edge.
“They might grab one of the catering vans.”
“The which?”
“The specialty baked goods, the pastries and sweetmeats, all come in from outside. The delivery vehicles are in the back court. The kitchen help brings stuff in so we can replace what the guests consume.”
“Mr. Gresser, I take back every wicked thought I ever had about you. I’ll put in a good word with Mr. Weider.”
“That might help. But what can I do about being shorthanded?”
“Have everybody use two hands instead of one? I don’t know. It’s your area of expertise.”
Alyx tugged my sleeve. “Garrett, they might be taking Tom away right now.”
I let myself be led away.
Alyx told me, “You looked like you needed rescuing.”
“I don’t know —”
“Sometimes you just have to be rude.”
“My mom insisted on good manners toward everyone.”
“This way.” Alyx’s manners were good only when that wasn’t inconvenient.
Her route wasn’t very direct. I spied Tinnie in the distance, headed our way. Would Alyx be trying to avoid her? I waved when the blond wouldn’t notice. Tinnie waved back. So did a handsome woman much older than me who seemed thrilled because she’d caught the eye of such a good-looking fellow.
Alyx said sometimes you got to be rude to rescue yourself but I can’t, especially when I’m near a beautiful woman.
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“I thought you were worried about Tom.” At the moment Alyx just wanted to be friends. Good friends, right here, right now. My well-known unshakable resolve was wobbling like gelatin and my capacious capacity for withstanding torture was approaching its limit. If I didn’t get out of that unused pantry fast, I was going to become the closest friend Alyx had.
That pantry had missed spring cleaning for years. I started sneezing. Then Alyx started. I staggered into the passageway outside.
Tinnie materialized, coming from the rear of the house, whither we had been headed. “There you are. I was beginning to think you got lost.”
“We’re looking for Tom,” Alyx said from behind me, not the least embarrassed. She was surprisingly presentable considering what she’d been trying to do seconds ago. “Those men took him from his room. Garrett stopped them once but they sneaked up behind us and got Tom away again. Manvil says they couldn’t have gotten out of the house yet so we were looking in all the out-of-the-way places, only Mr. Gresser said maybe they could’ve —”
Tinnie wasn’t fooled. Her glance said we were going to talk later. She asked, “Why would they want your brother?”
Alyx shrugged, reverting to the shy, naive child she used to be, pulling it around her like a cloak of invisibility. I wondered if she hadn’t been faking when she was younger. Old Man Weider might not be as much in control as he thought.
He for sure fooled himself about Kittyjo, back when. Kittyjo had been more determined than Alyx. And in those days there were fewer interruptions.
I wasn’t eager to renew our acquaintance. Kittyjo was a little past neurotic. She was one of those people who hide it well initially.
I said, “Gresser might’ve been right about the vans. There’s so much dust around here we’d know right away if anybody got dragged through.”
Alyx snapped, “Somebody is going to explain how come it built up like this, too.”
It was a short way to a rear exit. Tinnie had to have come in through it to have approached from the direction she had. “You see anything out there, Red?” I opened the door and leaned outside.
“Exactly what you see right now.”
What I saw was two cook’s helpers lugging trays. None of the wagons were big enough to require more than one horse. “Let’s look them over.”
Alyx announced, “I’m not getting horse dukey all over my new shoes.”
“Tate’s best shoes, too, I would hope.” Moments ago she was willing to get anything all over her new dress. I didn’t mention it. That would be “different.”
Tinnie wondered, “Why don’t you go back to the ballroom, Alyx? Ty can’t handle it all forever. And Nicks is in no mood to carry him.”
Alyx didn’t want to entertain. Alyx didn’t want to do anything that Alyx didn’t want to do. Alyx had to do some growing up yet. But that was something else she wouldn’t want to do.
I stepped into the yard while the ladies chatted.
There were five wagons. I dismissed two right away. They couldn’t carry anybody away. I considered the others. Maybe one would tell me it was more than it pretended.
They were all seedy. That don’t mean much today. You don’t see anything new anymore. I can’t recall the last time I saw a building under construction. Before I went to war. Maybe when I was a kid.
People fix what they can and make do with the rest.
I checked the dray animals. The great villains of this world, horses, have most humans fooled. The bad guys’ animal might be as blackhearted as its masters and give itself away.
One was sound asleep. A second was trying to get there. The beast between those two, though, watched me sidelong from under lowered lashes with way too much malevolent interest. A gelding, it had a notion to get even by avenging its disappointment on me. And, cautious though I am around those monsters, I got a step too close. It snapped at me. I dodged nimbly, suffering only the loss of a few decorative buttons from my left sleeve.
“You’re the one,” I grumped. “Got to be the one.” The beast wore hobbles. That said plenty. Dray animals don’t usually need hobbling. Not in the city.
It watched as I moved to check its wagon, showing me big, ugly horse teeth in a huge equine sneer.
“Why not just snooze in the traces like your pals?”
Another horsey sneer, filled with contempt for all old-timers and their slave mentalities.
The wagon’s side was made to fold out and lift up. It was secured by a wooden pin on a leather thong. I pulled the pin, grabbed a pair of thoughtfully placed handles, and lifted.
Somebody whacked my bean with a gunnysack full of horseshoes. I fluttered down into the darkness like a spinning maple seed. I don’t recall hitting bottom. Or the cobblestones, whichever came first.
39
I groaned and cracked an eyelid. Couldn’t be morning already, could it? Damn! Not another hangover. There’d been too many of those lately.
An angel drifted into view. She whispered. I didn’t understand but I had some good ideas about what I wanted her to say. I’d take her up on it just as soon as I learned how to breathe again.
I mumbled, “I must’ve died and gone to heaven.” That’s the way things went in my mother’s religion.
The angel continued talking. I began to catch her words. “Don’t feed me any of your mouth manure, Garrett. I’ve known you too long.”
“Oh. It’s the other place. I always suspected you demons were gorgeous redheaded wenches. Or maybe the other way around.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Garrett.”
“Promises, promises. What hit me?” I patted the top of my bean. I found no unusual number of soft spots. “Couldn’t have been a bird taking target practice.” Unless maybe it was my bird.
“I don’t know. When I finally talked Alyx into letting up on you I came out and found you right there. A man was getting set to hit you again. I yelled. The kitchen help came out so he ran away.”
“What about
the wagon?”
“Which wagon?”
“The one that was sitting here. I was just going to check it out when that chunk of sky bounced off my noggin.” There was no reason she should have noticed that particular wagon. “I think we’ve got a problem.” A big problem, if my fears were on the mark.
I managed a feeble, shuffling jog to the tradesman’s gate. I recognized the sleepy guard only by subspecies. Very big, very strong, very stupid. Gate-crashers wouldn’t get past him, no sir. “Did a wagon just leave?”
He checked me from beneath brows like overhanging cliffs. I was startled by the fact that they were hairless. “Who’re you?” he growled, disgruntled because his nap had been interrupted.
“Name’s Garrett. Chief of Security for the Weider breweries.” So I exaggerated a little. Couldn’t hurt.
It didn’t. “Oh. Yeah. I heard about you. Yeah. The Simon the Pieman wagon went out. That’s cute, ain’t it?”
“What’s cute?”
“The name. Like how it rhymes. Kind of cute and catchy, ain’t it?”
“Sure. I get you. Nifty. Keen. Next question. How come you let it go? Didn’t you hear we had bad guys in the house and we didn’t want them to leave?”
“No.” The man looked baffled. “I ain’t seen nobody but that driver since I come on. The bakers and stuff was already here.”
“Oh, hell,” I said, without much volume or any real feeling. “All right. But don’t let anyone else leave till you hear from me. All right? How many bad guys went out with that wagon?”
“I told you. Just the guy driving.” He was beginning to resent my attention.
I grunted. I hadn’t thought that all my bad boys would clear off that easily. They had a mission.
I turned to stomp away.
Tinnie caught my arm. She looked up with big fake moon eyes. “You’re so forceful, Mr. Garrett.” Her pearly whites looked particularly wicked in the torchlight.
“What I am is irritated. I had stitches on my head the other day. I ought to wear an iron hat. Maybe one of those ugly-officer things with the big spike on top. I bet I could get one of those cheap these days.”