I guess when I’d first heard Cawti speaking of putting up barricades, I’d sort of pictured it as finding a bunch of logs and laying them across the street high enough to keep people out. But it wasn’t like that at all. The barricade seemed to have been built from anything someone didn’t want. Oh, sure, there was a bit of lumber here and there, but that was only the start of it. There were several broken chairs, part of a large table, damaged garden tools, mattresses, the remains of a sofa, even a large porcelain washbasin with its drainpipe sticking up into the air.
It completely filled the intersection, and I saw a bit of smoke drifting up from behind it as if someone had a small fire going. There were maybe fifty on the other side watching the Dragaerans and listening to insults without responding. The Easterners and Teckla who manned the barricade had sticks, knives and a few more swords than I’d seen the day before. Those on my side were unarmed. The Phoenix Guard—I saw about twenty—had their weapons sheathed. Once or twice a Dragaeran would look like he was about to climb the barricade and ten or fifteen Easterners would just go over there, opposite him, and stand close together, and he’d climb down again. When that happened, the uniforms would kind of watch closely, as if they were ready to move, but they’d relax again when the Dragaeran climbed down.
A cart, drawn by an ox, came down the street from the other side. It got about halfway down the block and three Easterners went over and talked to the driver, who was Dragaeran. They talked for a while, and I could hear that the driver was cursing, but eventually she turned around in the street and went back the way she came.
It was exactly as Cawti said: They weren’t letting anyone either in or out of South Adrilankha. They had built a makeshift wall and, if that wasn’t enough, the Easterners behind it were ready to deal with anyone who climbed over. No one was getting past them.
When I’d seen all I wanted to, I got past them and headed down the street toward Kelly’s flat on the assumption that things must be popping there. I took my time though, and made a couple of detours to other streets that intersected Carpenter to see if things were the same. They were. Carpenter and Wheelwright had the biggest crowd, because that was the biggest and busiest intersection, but the others I checked were also locked up tight. I watched a few repetitions of scenes I’d already witnessed. This became boring so I left.
I made my twisting, winding way to my spot across from Kelly’s flat, checked my weapons and began waiting. I’d been coming here every day for quite a while now, and following no other pattern. Unless I was completely wrong about Herth wanting to kill me (which I couldn’t believe), the assassin would have to realize that this was his best shot. Unless he suspected a trap. Would I have suspected a trap? I didn’t know.
There wasn’t much activity at Kelly’s. Paresh was standing outside, and so were a couple of Easterners I didn’t recognize. People would enter and leave every so often, but there was no sign of the frenzied activities of the last few days. An hour and a little more slipped by this way, while I struggled to stay alert and ready. I was starting to feel fatigued from lack of sleep, which worried me; fatigued is not the best way to feel when you are expecting an attempt on your life. I also felt grimy and generally unclean, but that didn’t bother me as it fit my mood.
The first sign that something was going on occurred when Cawti and Gregory showed up, hurrying, and disappeared into the headquarters. A few minutes later Gregory went running out again. I checked my weapons because it felt like the thing to do. Ten minutes later a group of about forty, led by Gregory, showed up and began hanging around the place.
Within a minute after that, four Phoenix Guards arrived and stationed themselves directly in front of Kelly’s door. My mouth was suddenly very dry. Four Phoenix Guards and forty Easterners and Teckla, yet I was scared for the Easterners and Teckla.
I wondered if their presence meant that the barricades were down, or whether they’d broken the barricades, but then I realized that there were bound to be a large number of Guards stationed in South Adrilankha all the time. I guessed we’d be seeing more soon. Then I noticed something: of the four Guards, three of them wore clothing that was green, brown and yellow. I looked closer. Yes, these four Phoenix Guards consisted of three Teckla and a Dragon. This meant that the Empress was worried enough about this situation to use conscripted Teckla. I licked my lips.
Cawti appeared from within and began speaking to the Dragonlord. She still wore Jhereg colors and Rocza was riding on her left shoulder. I couldn’t tell what effect she was having on him, but I assumed he wasn’t going to be overflowing with good will.
They spoke for a while and his hand strayed to his sword hilt. I caught my breath. Another unbreakable Jhereg rule is, you don’t kill Imperial Guards. On the other hand, it wasn’t at all clear to me that I was going to have a choice. I am not so completely in control of myself as I would sometimes like to believe. Perhaps that is what I’ve learned from all of this.
The Guard didn’t draw, however, he merely gripped his weapon. And Cawti could take care of herself, and the Guards were outnumbered ten to one. I reminded myself to stay alert for the presumed assassin.
Eight more Phoenix Guards showed up. Then another four. The ratio continued to be three Teckla for each Dragon. One from this last group had a brief conference with the fellow who’d been speaking to Cawti, then she—the new Guard—resumed negotiations. I guess she out-ranked the other one or something. About thirty more of Kelly’s people appeared then, and you could almost feel the temperature in the area rise. I saw Cawti shake her head. They talked some more and Cawti shook her head again. I wanted to make contact with her—to say, hey, I’m here; is there something I can do? But I knew the answer already, and asking would only distract her.
Stay alert, Vlad, I told myself.
The Guard abruptly turned away from Cawti and I heard her issue her orders in a clear, crisp voice: “Back off thirty feet. Weapons sheathed, stay alert.” The Guards followed her orders at once, the Dragons looking efficient and smart in their black uniforms, trimmed with silver, with the Phoenix breast insignia and gold half-cloak of the Phoenix. The Teckla who were Guards looked just a bit silly in their peasant outfits with Phoenix insignia and gold half-cloaks. They seemed to be trying to look calm. Cawti went back inside. Natalia and Paresh emerged and circulated among the Easterners, speaking to small groups of them. Pep talks, probably.
Twenty minutes later about forty or fifty more citizens arrived. All of these had knives that were long enough to be almost swords. They were well-muscled men and carried their knives like they knew how to use them. It occurred to me that they probably came from one of the slaughterhouses. Ten minutes after that, about twenty more Phoenix Guards showed up. This continued for most of another hour, with the street gradually filling up until I could no longer see the door to Kelly’s flat. I could, however, see the Captain (or whatever; I didn’t know what rank she was) of the Phoenix Guards. I had her face in half profile, about thirty feet away to my right. She reminded me just a bit of Morrolan—Dragon features—but she wasn’t nearly as tall. I got the impression that she wasn’t at all happy about this situation—there were only Teckla and Easterners to be fought, but there were a lot of them, on their home territory, and three-fourths of her forces were Teckla. I wondered what Kelly was up to. My guess (I was right, too) was that the Empress had learned who was behind all of this trouble and had sent her Guards to arrest him, and he had no intention of going.
Okay, but was he going to let a couple of hundred of his “people” die to prevent it? Sure, that made sense. He was following a principle; what did he care if people were killed? What puzzled me was that this wouldn’t save him unless he won. Teckla or not, there were also Dragons among those Guards (and one Dzur, I noticed). Some of them were probably sorcerers. This could be a real bloodbath. Of course, Paresh was a sorcerer, and so was Cawti, but I didn’t like the odds.
I was trying to puzzle this out when another group arrived. There were six
of them surrounding a seventh and they were Dragaerans. They did not, however, represent the Empire. The six were obviously Jhereg bodyguard or muscle types. The seventh was Herth.
My palms became simultaneously itchy and sweaty. I knew I couldn’t make a move right then and hope to live through it, but Verra! how I wanted to! I hadn’t known that I had that much capacity for hate left in me until I saw this man who had had me tortured to the point where I had broken, and given them information to destroy a group my wife was willing to give her life for. It was as if he epitomized all of the bile I’d swallowed in my lifetime, and I stood there shaking and staring and hating.
Loiosh squeezed my shoulder. I tried to relax and stay alert for the assassin.
Herth spotted the captain and walked right up to her. A couple of Guards got in between them and Herth’s bodyguards stepped in to face them and I wondered if I was going to see a different fight than the one I’d expected. But the captain pushed the other Guards aside and faced Herth. Herth stopped about twenty feet away from her and his bodyguards moved back. I had a perfect view of them both. I had a perfect shot at Herth. I could have dropped two of those bodyguards with a pair of throwing knives, scattered the others with a handful of shuriken, and shined Herth before the Dragons could stop me. I couldn’t have made it out alive, but I could have had him. Instead I squeezed into the corner of the building and watched and listened and cursed under my breath.
“Good afternoon, Lieutenant,” said Herth. So I was wrong about her rank. So big deal.
“What do you want, Jhereg?” The Dragonlord’s voice was clipped and harsh. I would almost guess she didn’t like Jhereg.
“You seem to have a problem.”
She spat. “In five minutes I won’t anymore. Now clear out of here.”
“I think I can arrange to have this problem solved peaceably, Lieutenant.”
“I can arrange for you to be—”
“Unless you enjoy killing civilians. Maybe you do. I wouldn’t know.”
She stared at him for a while. Then she walked up and stood nose to nose with him. One of his bodyguards started forward. Herth gestured to him and he stopped. The lieutenant slowly and carefully drew a long fighting knife from a hip sheath next to her sword. Without removing her eyes from Herth’s she tested it with her thumb. Then she showed it to him. Then she drew it along his cheek. First across one side, then the other. I could see lines of red where she’d cut him. He didn’t flinch. When she was done, she wiped the blade on his cloak, put it away, and walked slowly away from him.
He said, “Lieutenant.”
She turned. “Yes?”
“My offer still stands.”
She considered him for a moment. “What’s the offer?”
“Let me speak to this person, the one inside, and allow me to convince him to end this silly inland blockade.”
She nodded slowly. “Very well, Jhereg. Their time is about up. I’ll give you an additional ten minutes. Starting now.”
Herth turned toward the door to Kelly’s flat, but even as he did so I heard it swing open. (It was only then that I realized how quiet the street had become.) At first I couldn’t see the door, but then the Easterners in front of it moved aside and I saw fat, little Kelly, with Paresh on one side of him and Cawti on the other. Paresh’s attention was fixed on Herth, and his eyes were like daggers. Cawti was looking over the situation like a pro, and her black headband suddenly seemed incongruous. What really caught my attention, though, was that Herth’s back was to me and there was only one bodyguard between us. It hurt to do nothing.
Kelly spoke first. “So,” he said, “You are Herth.” He was squinting so hard I couldn’t see his eyes. His voice was clear and strong.
Herth nodded. “You must be Kelly. Shall we go inside and talk?”
“No,” said Kelly flatly. “Anything you have to say to me, the whole world can hear, and the whole world can hear my answer, as well.”
Herth shrugged. “All right. You can see the kind of situation you’re in, I think.”
“I can see it more clearly than either you or that friend of yours who cuts your face before granting your wishes.”
That stopped him for a moment, then he said, “Well, I’m giving you a chance to live. If you remove—”
“The Phoenix Guard will not attack us.”
Herth paused, then chuckled. The lieutenant, hearing this, looked amused.
Then I noticed Natalia, Paresh, and two Easterners I didn’t know. They were walking along the line of Phoenix Guards, handing each of them, even the Dragons, a piece of paper. The Dragons glanced at it and threw it away, the Teckla started talking to each other, and reading it aloud for those who couldn’t read.
Herth paused to watch this drama, looking vaguely troubled. The lieutenant matched his expression, except she seemed a bit angry. Then she said, “All right, that will be enough—”
“What’s the problem, then?” asked Kelly in a loud voice. “What are you afraid they’ll do if they read that?”
The lieutenant swung and stared at him, and they held that way for a moment. I caught a glimpse of the paper that someone had dropped and the breeze brought near me. It began, “BROTHERS—CONSCRIPTS” in large print. Underneath, before the breeze carried it away again, I read, “You, conscripted Teckla, are being incited against us, Easterners and Teckla. This plan is being put into operation by our common enemies, the oppressors, the privileged few—generals, bankers, landlords—”
The lieutenant turned away from Herth and grabbed one of the leaflets and read it. It was fairly long, so it took her awhile. As she read, she turned pale and I saw her jaw clench. She glanced over at her command, many of whom had broken formation and were clearly discussing the leaflet, some waving it about as if agitated.
At this moment Kelly began speaking, over Herth’s head, as it were. He said, “Brothers! Conscripted Teckla! Your masters—the generals, the captains, the aristocrats—are preparing to throw you against us, who are organizing to fight them, to defend our right to a decent life—to walk the streets without fear. We say join us, for our cause is just. But if you don’t, we warn you, don’t let them send you against us, for the steel of our weapons is as cold as the steel of yours.”
As he began to speak, Herth frowned and backed away. The whole time he was speaking, the lieutenant kept making motions toward him, as if she’d shut him up, then back toward her troops, as if to order them forward. When he stopped speaking at last, there was silence in the street.
I nodded. Whatever else I thought about Kelly, he’d handled this situation in a way I hadn’t expected him to, and it seemed to be working. At least, the lieutenant didn’t seem to quite know what to do.
Herth finally spoke. “Do you expect that to accomplish anything?” he asked. It seemed rather weak to me. To Kelly too, I guess, because he didn’t answer. Herth said, “If you’re done with your public speaking, and hope to avoid arrest or slaughter, I suggest that you and I try to make arrangements for—”
“You and I have nothing whatever to arrange. We want you and yours out of our neighborhoods entirely, and we won’t rest until that is done. There is no basis for discussion between us.”
Herth looked down at Kelly and I could imagine, although I couldn’t see it, the cold smile on Herth’s face. “Have it as you will then, Whiskers,” he said. “No one can say I didn’t try.”
He turned and walked back toward the lieutenant.
Then I was distracted because someone else showed up. I didn’t notice him at first because I was watching Kelly and Herth, but he must have been making his way along the street the entire time, past the Phoenix Guards and the Easterners, and right up to the door to Kelly’s flat.
“Cawti!” came the voice as from nowhere. It was a voice I knew, though I can hardly think of one I less expected to hear at that moment.
I looked at Cawti. She, as amazed as I, was staring at the old, bald, frail Easterner who stood next to her. “We must speak,” sa
id my grandfather. I couldn’t believe it. His voice, in the continuing silence that followed the confrontation between Herth and Kelly, carried all the way over to my side of the street. But was he going to start throwing our family business around? Now? In public? What was he up to?
“Noish-pa,” she said. “Not now. Can’t you see—?”
“I see much,” he said. “Yes, now.” He was leaning on a cane. I knew that cane. The top could be unscrewed to reveal—a sword? Heavens, no. He carried a rapier at his hip. The cane held four vials of Fenarian peach brandy. Ambrus was curled up on his shoulder and seemed no more upset by any of this than he was. Herth didn’t know what to make of him, and a quick glance told me that the lieutenant was as puzzled as I was. She was biting her lip.
“We must go off the street so we can talk,” said my grandfather.
Cawti didn’t know what to say.
I began cursing anew under my breath. Now there was no question: I was going to have to do something. I couldn’t let my grandfather be caught in the middle of this.
Then my attention was drawn back to the lieutenant, who shook herself and stood up straighter. Her troops seemed to still be in a state of some confusion, talking in animated tones about the flyer and Kelly’s speech. The lieutenant turned toward the mob of Easterners and said in a loud voice, “Clear away, all of you.” No one moved. She drew her blade, a strange one that curved the wrong way, like a scythe. Kelly locked eyes with Herth. Cawti’s gaze shifted among the lieutenant, my grandfather, Kelly and Herth. I let a dagger fall into my hand, wondering what I could do with it.