The Cutting Edge (40 page)

"Maybe. More likely not, not yet. But he's sent his minions. I could smell 'em."

"So could I. And I'm not exactly his best friend, either, am I?"

Raspnex guffawed. Ylo had never heard a dwarf laugh before-and he never wanted to hear that noise again. It sounded like a wall collapsing.

"Not much, you're not! You and your kingdom. Your wife and children. I bet the little turd has dreamed of you every night for twenty years, your Majesty!"

Grim-faced, the faun thumped the mantel a couple of times with his fist. "Why did none of you warn me?" he shouted. "Because we thought you knew! Because we thought you were laying low-and because we thought you could handle the matter when you got around to it!"

The big man paled in shock. "You mean you were all relying on me? Waiting on me to do something? Fools!"

"That's obvious now, but we didn't know that, did we?" the dwarf snarled.

"I'm surprised he hasn't come after me already."

"He didn't know, either! But it won't be long now. And he couldn't try to settle with you earlier without alerting the wardens. Once they're out of the way ... you're next, I'm sure. "

"Suppose he does seize the throne," Sagorn whispered hoarsely, "the Imperial throne, I mean, not Krasnegar-either in his own name or through a puppet-then what?"

Raspnex looked at him with scorn. "He will wipe out any threat, any threat at all. Any hint of disloyalty, any loose talk. "

"But it will be his Impire then, won't it? So any threat to the Impire will be a threat to the Living God? The caliph, for example. "

The dwarf nodded, with a trace more respect. "Exactly. The caliph is a threat to the Impire, so the caliph will have to go. The goblins are about ready to launch their big attack-Zinixo will smash them. Of course he'll go after Lith'rian and the elves first. "

Sagorn snapped his teeth shut with a click. "He will rule the world," he muttered.

"In a year or two, yes. "

Ylo shivered. Like all imps, he had always dreamed of a universal Impire, of bringing everybody into the fold and extending to all races the benefits of imperial rule. He knew that the other races had never appreciated those benefits properly. But his mind rejected the idea violently if it was to be all for the benefit of a mad dwarf.

"Is there nothing we can do to prevent this obscenity?" said a quiet voice. Everyone looked around in surprise at Count Ionfeu, who had barely spoken since he arrived. He was elderly and frail and his head stuck forward like a turtle's, but there was a grim determination showing on that wrinkled face.

For a moment no one answered. Then the king of Krasnegar said, "There might be. It's an Evilish long shot, but we could try, if Zinixo hasn't beaten us to it. "

Raspnex looked startled. "You'll get yourself eaten if you try that! "

"I'd rather have my flesh eaten than my mind, I think. " The faun sighed. "And it was all my fault." Now Ylo was certain the two sorcerers had exchanged more words than had been spoken aloud.

"Yes it was," Raspnex said.

The impress spoke next, softly. "Why was it? What did you do, your Majesty?"

"I cut off the supply of magic. I can't tell you all the details now, but I went back to Faerie . . . " He winced. "Never mind. I did it and it's done. "

"And you can't undo it now, can you?" the dwarf shouted. "Your stupid, blundering good intentions! Where did you put the fairies? "

Rap shook his head, his face twisted as if in pain. "I can't even tell you. And no, I can't ever undo it. I used every scrap of power I possessed. It's done now. Forever. Unless the Gods take pity on us."

He turned his back and put his hands on the mantel, staring at the wall. Wife and children and kingdom ... King Rap probably had more to fear from the vengeful Zinixo than anyone, even Shandie.

"I don't understand!" Acopulo bleated.

"He cut off the supply of magic!" Raspnex growled. "The Protocol was set up to prevent exactly this sort of happening! The supply of magic was the prerogative of the warlock of the west. If any one sorcerer ever tried to build a sorcerous army and make himself paramount, West could create an opposing army! As a last resort. That's why it's never been done before, although Ulien' came close in the War of the Five Warlocks." Sagorn made a choking noise. "A safety net!"

"And your faunish friend cut it down! "

King Rap spun around again, eyes suddenly bright. "Ulien', you said? War of the Five Warlocks? Thume! There's another hope, then!"

Raspnex flinched. "You're crazy!"

"Maybe! But craziness is all we've got left, isn't it!"

The door downstairs opened briefly to admit a sorrowful cry of bells. An instant later a column of air in the center of the room shimmered and solidified into the young dwarf Grimrix. His pebbly eyes gleamed with excitement.

"They're here, sir! Hussars, all around the house. All three streets. "

"Any occults?"

"Didn't stay around to look, but if you'll let me go down there again and thump ass, I can find out!" He bared a mouthful of shiny quartz in eagerness.

The half-size stripling was offering to take on a platoon of the finest troops in the impire single-handed. The room fell silent. Ylo was almost surprised to hear his own voice. "Can't we leave the same way as Master Jalon did?"

The old jotunn snorted. "Quite impossible!"

"You seem very certain of that," Hardgraa said dangerously. The faun king chuckled. "He's right, though!" What did he know about that incident? "And wed leave tracks in this snow, wouldn't we? Raspnex, got any ideas?"

"I can try. I'll try to move us all to my palace."

"But the house is shielded."

The warlock scratched his chin noisily. "It won't be in a minute. Grimmy, can you lift this shield by yourself ?"

The younger dwarf hesitated, frowning. Then he smiled again. "Easy, sir."

"Don't be too sure-some of these old spells have been renewed a lot of times. Watch out for underlying layers. When I push, lift it. Then slam it back fast! You've got to stay and cover for us."

The kid went suddenly pale, like marble. The joy of battle evaporated. "But if they catch me-"

"Then you'll be just as happy serving him as you are serving me," Raspnex said. "Hold them off as long as you can. Don't try to follow me, understand?"

"Not even-"

"Not at all! You arguing?"

"Of course not!"

"Good ... Listen! "

Ylo thought he could feel something through his sandals more than hear it with his ears . . . some distance away. Thumping. "Axes!" King Rap said. "They're trying the courtyard door. That one's a poor choice. It's got some occult tricks to it. "

"Nevertheless, the time to go has arrived," the dwarf growled. "Getup, woman!"

Shandie glared at him, then bent and lifted his daughter. Eshiala rose to her feet. Eigaze and Sagorn stood also.

In horrified fascination, Ylo watched the youngster, Grimrix. He was staring at his master with a desolate, heartbroken expression. Tears trickled down his cheeks. He sniffled from time to time, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, and yet his obvious determination to follow orders no matter how much he hated them was a chilling demonstration of sorcerous compulsion.

"This may be rough," the warlock said. "But I've got some friends standing by to shield us as soon as we arrive-I hope. If the enemy got there first, then . . . well, it's worth a try. "

"Wait!" Shandie said. "What happens after?"

"I told you. You go into hiding and stay there."

"No!" Holding his child in his arms, the imperor yet seemed to draw himself up in defiance. "Maybe my realm has been stolen from me, but I will not have my mind stolen also! I will not give up. I will fight! "

More thumping, closer this time-Ylo decided that the front door was under attack, too, now. What nonsense was this about fighting sorcery?

Then Shandie repeated it. "I will never rest until I have won back my impire! "

"Indeed?" the dwarf sneered. "You and what army?"

The imperor surveyed the room. "These good friends will do for a start. Maybe there aren't very many of them, just a handful, but they're loyal and they're good. Are you with me?"

"Gods save the imperor!" Ylo said automatically, as no other answer came to mind at the moment.

"Gods save the imperor!" the others echoed, some louder than others.

Shandie looked at Rap. "And you?"

The faun smiled grimly. "I have no choice. Zinixo won't rest, either-not until he has my guts in a pot and Krasnegar is gravel. Down with the tyrant!"

"Well said! Victory or death!" Shandie bellowed.

"No!" Astonishingly, the shout came from Eshiala. She lunged at her husband, as if to snatch their daughter away. "You must not!"

"My dear!"

The impress was almost screaming. "You must not risk our baby!" She tried to take the child from Shandie, and Maya awoke with a cry of bewilderment.

"Eshiala! Be silent!"

"She is more important than your precious throne! "

They were both yelling at once and the little princess howled between them.

"Gods of Fools!" the dwarf muttered.

Crash! The house rocked. The bells were suddenly louder. "Move us, Warlock!" Rap said. "Now!"

Strait the gate:

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll;
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

— Henley, Invictus