Best Laid Plans (25 page)

‘That’s been troubling me, too,’ Podesta said, wiping the sweat from his eyes and scanning the shoreline. ‘They should be snarling and throwing rocks at us by now.’

‘There they are,’ the other rower said, dropping oar momentarily to point at the left bank.

Half a dozen of the creatures were huddled together, watching them.

‘Those are just children,’ Podesta said.

Cleto tugged one of the rowers away from his oar and took his place. ‘Go get me one,’ he said, a malign grin splitting his face.

‘I ain’t going near no crocs,’ the sailor said.

Cleto grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. ‘You’ll go, Rodders, ’cause you’re the best swimmer.’

‘But…’ Rodders looked to Podesta, but the Captain seemed busy picking dirt from his fingernails.

‘You’ll go, Rodders, ’cause you know I’ll do you far worse than any croc if you don’t,’ Cleto said. ‘Get my meaning?’

Rodders swallowed and took a deep breath.

He entered the water on the side away from the mawg children and swam beneath the boat to surface amidst a dense cluster of reeds. Shader frowned as he realized what Rodders was up to. One of the mawg children, a girl by the looks of it, came closer to the water’s edge to study the boat. Rodders grabbed her and dragged her squealing into the water. The other mawg children shrieked and took off into the jungle as Rodders returned with his captive. Podesta helped haul the mawg to the deck and yelped as she sank her teeth into his forearm. He clouted her across the face, slamming her to the deck where she hissed and glared at him with yellow eyes.

‘Cleto,’ Podesta said, clamping a hand over his bleeding forearm and looking daggers at the mawg child. ‘She’s all yours. I want to know where the reavers are and where we can find this blasted Albino.’

Cleto grinned, grabbed the child by the scruff of her neck, and dragged her to the back of the boat.

‘Cleto speaks mawgish,’ Podesta said, rummaging through a pack and pulling out a bandage. ‘Main reason I let him join the crew. He’s also an extremely persuasive fellow.’

A shrill scream erupted from the child, causing Shader to reach for his sword.

Podesta placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. ‘How important is this mission to you, uh? Sometimes tough measures are necessary for quick results. But all will be forgiven if the outcome is good, no?’

Shader shook his head, but relaxed his grip on the sword.

‘Don’t worry, mate,’ one of the sailors said. ‘They don’t feel pain like we do.’

There was a succession of thuds, a sickening gurgling noise, and then a sound like the ripping of cloth. Shader shut his eyes and hoped Ain had done the same.

There was a loud splash as Cleto dumped the body overboard and came to report his findings.

‘Village is set back in the jungle.’ He pointed to the left. ‘But if we keep going down the watercourse we’ll come up on the far side. It’s gotta be safer. Could be all sorts of shit waiting for us in the trees.’

Cleto twisted his neck at the sound of splashing. The body of the mawg girl was being thrashed about in the jaws of a colossal crocodile.

‘Death roll.’ Cleto grinned as the monster began to turn over and over in the water, the mawg’s corpse following limply like a rag doll.

‘And Shadrak?’ Shader asked, swallowing his rage. His nerves were on fire, muscles tense with the suppressed desire to ram a blade through Cleto’s pockmarked face. It wasn’t Cleto he should have been angry with, though. He should have felt shame for permitting it, but he already had more than enough of that.

‘Last seen heading to the village on foot. Seems our reaver’s gone to join the mawgish fleet.’

‘The mawgs have fleets now?’ Podesta said.

‘So she said.’ Cleto turned back to the blood spreading across the water. The crocodile went under, taking the child with it. Bubbles frothed madly on the surface, gradually petering out. ‘And this one’s after some pretty big prey, if the child’s to be believed.’

The longboat continued through the swamp for another hour until it came to a vast inland lake. They grounded in the shallows and Shader waded ashore. He pushed through slick foliage until he came to a cluster of dwellings crafted from bark and huge leaves bound together with twine. The bark had been sealed with a resin of some sort, presumably to render it waterproof. Podesta came puffing and panting up alongside Shader, mopping the perspiration from his face.

‘Your ghostly friend seems to have vanished.’ He gestured with his thumb in the direction of the boat.

‘He hates the sun even more than I do,’ Shader said, tilting his hat. ‘Loses substance in the light. He’ll be somewhere nearby.’

‘I’ll mind what I say then.’ Podesta glanced about nervously. ‘Looks like the mawg child was right. Looks like they packed up and took to the
sea. Perhaps they got wind of our coming and fled before my fearsome reputation.’

Shader blinked to clear the sweat from his eyes. The village extended deep into the jungle, the shelters packed closely together and radiating out from the centre in tight symmetrical formations.

A slight chilling of the air alerted Shader to Osric’s presence.

‘There is something happening above the village,’
the wraith said.
‘I travelled to the foothills and heard drumming and chanting.’

‘Cleto, Ned, with us. Rodders, you stay with the boat,’ Podesta said.

‘But…’ Rodders started, and then raised his hands in surrender as Cleto scowled.

‘H
ail Hagalle!’ Elias saluted a column of infantrymen snaking down Wharf Way. ‘Not cool,’ he muttered. Lallia seemed to think otherwise. Her eyes were glued to the uniformed arses and sparkling with more than reflected sunlight.

‘Liberation and oppression: two sides of the same coin.’ Elias leaned in front to get her attention. ‘Walking corpses or marching…’ He struggled to find the right word.

‘Hunks?’ Lallia said, licking her lips. ‘Bed warmers?’ Elias rubbed his fingers vigorously through his straggly hair. ‘You really are a tart, aren’t you?’ Lallia opened her mouth in feigned shock. ‘Just a healthy interest. It’s not every day half the Imperial army marches through your home town.’

‘Oh, I’ll bet you’ll be seeing a whole lot more of the army boys from now on. Don’t expect ol’ Hags to just up and leave. Cadman’s given him all the excuse he needs to tighten the reins of power. You wait, there’ll be flags on every rooftop and paid thugs roving the streets making sure we salute right. Before you know it there’ll be taxes to pay for them, and you know what’ll happen next, don’t you?’

Lallia rolled her eyes.

‘His Imperial nutcase will start searching for the enemy within. Mark my words, Fanny-go-lightly, he’ll be rounding up anyone a bit deviant, anyone who sticks out from the crowd. And you know who’ll be first, don’t you?’ He turned the corner into the Domus Tyalae and
made a wide sweep with his arm. ‘Your friendly neighbourhood religious minority.’

Elias’s cart was still parked outside the templum. Hector was chewing nonchalantly on the hedgerows. The horse swung its huge head towards him as he approached, snorted, and let fall a steaming pile of dung.

‘Sorry I left you, Hec.’ Elias patted the horse’s flanks and scratched him behind the ear. ‘Let’s see if there’s some oats in the cart. Don’t think those leaves are good for your digestion.’

‘I couldn’t care less if Hagalle hangs the lot of them,’ Lallia said, glaring at the portico. ‘If it hadn’t been for the Nousians none of this would have happened.’

Elias grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. ‘Are your brains as loose as your knickers? The Nousians didn’t start this, and in case you hadn’t noticed, the chaps in the rusty armour with the flaming eyes were nothing more than zombies. I tell you, it’s like landing a role in Dawn of the…Never mind. You’re too young for that. My point is that the puppet-master’s to blame, not the priests.’

‘Cadman?’

‘Who else? Unless someone’s pulling his strings. There’s a whole lot of weird shit going down and I’m starting to feel like an itsy bitsy player in someone else’s story. You know the sort—where it’s all pre-ordained and the characters just get swept along by some fatalistic cosmic tide.’

Frater Hugues appeared in the shattered remains of the doorway, his robes stained with various shades of brown and green. He was brushing what looked like potato peelings from his hair and mumbling to himself.

‘Still here then?’ Elias said as he sauntered over to the porch. ‘You missed all the excitement.’

‘Holy Ain!’ A big grin lit up Hugues’s gnomic face and he went to hug Elias. The bard held up his hands and fanned his fingers beneath his nose.

‘Sorry,’ Hugues said. ‘Been hiding in the compost. Mater sent me to get cleaned up.’ Hugues’s face turned suddenly sullen, just the way Elias remembered him. ‘And I’ve had more than my fair share of excitement, thank you very much. Demons and walking corpses. It’s enough to test your faith, that’s a fact. The others are inside. Only got back a short while ago.’

‘Rhiannon?’ Elias said, already stepping inside the templum.

‘Not with them,’ Hugues said with a frown. ‘We’ve lost Limus too, and the dwarf.’

Elias swayed, a wave of nausea washing over him. ‘What happened?’

Hugues narrowed his eyes and touched his forehead as Lallia approached. He pointedly kept his attention on Elias. ‘Best ask those who were there.’ He nodded inside, pressing his back to the wall as Lallia squeezed past.

She paused and held out a hand to him, as if she expected him to kiss it. Hugues stared at it like it was a mouldy kipper washed in by the tide, his eyes wide and jaw clenched shut.

‘Lallia, Frater Hugues,’ Elias said. ‘Hugues, this is Lallia. I think she likes you.’

***

Soror Agna passed Elias a steaming mug of tea.

‘Help yourself, dear.’ She gave a tight-lipped smile to Lallia before seating herself with the others at the refectory table.

The room was a mess—broken chairs, piles of glass that had been swept into a corner, patches of dried blood on the floor. The table itself had a couple of deep gouges out of the surface, and one of the legs had been hurriedly nailed into place.

Ioana had aged ten years, it seemed to Elias. She sat with her hands clasped at the head of the table. Elias wasn’t sure whether to sip his tea or wait for a blessing. In the end he decided on the former.

Cadris was cramming crumbling fruit cake into his gob as if he hadn’t eaten for weeks. With a build like his, Elias thought, he’d have endured far longer than a few weeks without food. Cadris caught him staring and turned his nose up.

Gaston was seated opposite Elias. His face was a crisscross of claw marks, and his armour had been discarded in favour of blood-stained bandages wound tightly around his mid-section. His blond hair was lank and filthy, partially obscuring his downcast eyes. He looked nothing like the brash and arrogant youth Elias remembered from Oakendale. In fact, if he hadn’t known better, Elias would have said he looked like a heroic veteran, battle-worn from an epic defence against all the odds.

Lallia brushed against the back of Gaston’s chair as she went to pour herself some tea. She cast a disdainful look over the company and cocked an eyebrow at Elias.

‘Well,’ Elias said. ‘This is cosy.’

Ioana fixed him with baleful eyes. ‘Thank Ain you are safe,’ she said. ‘But we should spare a moment’s prayer for those we have lost.’

Like that’s going to bring them back,
Elias thought, slurping his tea. ‘Let me get this right,’ he said. ‘You misplaced Limus, left Maldark to do all the fighting, and abandoned Rhiannon. Am I missing something?’

‘The dwarf gave us time to escape,’ Cadris said through a mouthful of cake. ‘Ain praise his courage. He is sure to be a Luminary. A martyr even.’

‘We didn’t know Limus was lost until we reached the tunnels beneath the templum,’ Agna said. ‘We’ve searched everywhere, but there’s no sign of him.’

Elias gave her his broadest smile. ‘It’s only to be expected when one’s preoccupied with self-preservation.’

Agna’s head bobbed above her tea cup. ‘Quite. Quite. Such a shame, though.’