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I watched Wheezer direct the winkling out of a small shadow that had worked its way up close to the perimeter of One-Eye’s safe zone before going into hiding from the light. Lady had modified One-Eye’s amulets so that they could be used to detect shadows. Our guys were rooting them out with great enthusiasm particularly considering that most of those guys were exhausted. I said, “I can’t believe that old boy isn’t dead yet.”
On cue Wheezer tried to hawk up a lung. He was ancient when he joined the Company years ago and was dying of consumption even then. The only thing good that could be said about his situation was that he somehow managed to stay alive.
Thai Dei grunted. He did not care about Wheezer. Although he was supposedly helping excavate our bunker he spent more attention on his mother, who snored ferociously in the shelter of a tent that had belonged to somebody who had not survived the night. His face was stone. His eyes were ice. If another Nyueng Bao came anywhere near him his hackles rose. He was just waiting for somebody to say something, anything, that he could interpret as an insult so he could spend his embarrassment in a good fight.
When they dug Gota and One-Eye out not only were they passed out drunk, they were on the same pallet wearing less than their usual apparel.
So that was his tonk game, eh?
I worked hard not to crack a smile. Thai Dei might decide I was truly family after all and take it out on me.
I hoped he would not confront One-Eye. One-Eye would have a murderous hangover when he woke up. One-Eye with a hangover is not somebody to annoy.
Croaker was sorely exercised, I knew. The little wizard had rendered himself useless at a time when his talents were needed desperately.
Everywhere you looked people were scurrying to rebuild and to get ready for another night with a leaky Shadowgate. Lady and the Old Man hoped Longshadow would help improve that situation but no good news had been reported yet. They were having trouble getting him out of his shell.
They had no time to concentrate. Messengers came and went continuously, interrupting constantly.
“Another dozen shovels full and I think we can get it open,” I told Thai Dei. I had conscripted a door somebody else had stolen from the ruins. I had used it to close off the little workroom I had managed to complete just in time for the earthquake.
One of Croaker’s guards appeared. “The Captain wishes to see you, Standardbearer.”
“Wonderful. I’ll be right back, Thai Dei.” I clambered up out of the muddy hole and headed for Croaker’s dugout. I ducked inside. The crowd had thinned out. Amazing. “What you need, boss?” He and Lady had Longshadow stretched out on a table made out of another stolen door. The Shadowmaster was too long for it. His feet hung off.
Lady had managed to eliminate the sorcerer’s protective shell.
“Fellow just came in from Blade’s bunch, Murgen. They’ve found Howler. He’s still buried in the snow. They don’t know if he’s unconscious or dead.”
“He’s been there long enough he should’ve froze to death.” But he was one of the Taken. They did not die easily. Especially not Howler. I glanced at Lady.
She told me, “I can’t tell from here.”
Croaker said, “They also caught Cordy Mather and his gang. They asked what to do about them.” He was poking and squeezing Longshadow’s limbs, looking for broken bones, I guess. He told Lady, “This man hasn’t eaten right for a long time.”
“Maybe he was worried about poison.” She stared down at the Shadowmaster’s mask. She started to reach.
“You sure you’ve cancelled all of his spells?” the Old Man asked.
“You can’t ever be sure with somebody you don’t know. Murgen. Did you ever see him with this off?”
The messenger from Blade pricked up his ears. He was collecting stories to share with the guys.
“No. How would I manage that? I never saw him before right now.”
She took the hint.
Croaker said, “What I want, Murgen, is for you to round up some men, including One-Eye—even if you have to carry him—and go help Blade.” And maybe keep an eye on him, eh, chief? Him and Mather being such good buddies? “Be careful with Howler but bring him in if you can.”
I grunted unhappily. Lady took hold of Longshadow’s mask.
The Old Man asked me, “You found out anything more about the planting season around here?”
I gave him a baffled look. That was an odd shift of subject. But he did that. His mind sometimes ran a dozen directions at once.
He continued, “We’ve got to get crops planted if we mean to stay here. That or pull a Mogaba and start eating each other.”
Lady pulled the Shadowmaster’s mask away.
Longshadow arced as though stabbed. His eyes opened. But he could do nothing else. He had been constrained and silenced by a master.
I asked, “Why don’t we move into his place? There’re supplies in there. Some. And Overlook is sure a whole hell of a lot drier inside than here. I don’t recognize him.” The Shadowmaster’s face was gaunt and oriental but pale as lard. There were just a few teeth in his open mouth, supporting Croaker’s assessment of his diet. He looked like a guy who had suffered repeated bouts with rickets or scurvy or something like that.
“Neither do I,” Lady said. She sounded badly disappointed. I do believe she really expected him to be one of the Taken, or at least someone she had encountered in the past.
I asked, “Is this a problem?”
“I was hoping for a break. Something to make life easier.”
“You picked the wrong husband. Boss, can I get out there and back before dark?”
The messenger nodded. “Easy. It’s only four miles. There’s road most of the way and it’s still in good shape.”
Smoke groaned again. There was a taint of fear there this time. Lady frowned his way. He was a problem she wished she had time to explore.
“Get a move on,” Croaker told me. “It’ll get dark eventually.”
Darkness always comes. “I love walking in the rain.” I beckoned the messenger, went back outside. A walk in the rain would not be that awful. I could not get any more wet.
I told Thai Dei, “The Captain wants us to go collect some prisoners.”