Trickster (37 page)

 
"Vidya!" Kendi gave her a warm embrace while Ben shook hands with the man. "And Prasad! I was wondering where you'd gotten to."

 
"You and Ben are hard men to find," Prasad said.

 
"Especially when you hide yourselves under such garish makeup," Vidya added.

 
"Valeta told me she'd picked you up," Kendi said, "but there was a lot to arrange and I didn't have time to come find you. Is everything all right? How are Sejal and Katsu?"

 
"As far as I know, they are well," Vidya said, "though I haven't spoken to either of them in some time."

 
"They are . . . occupied," Prasad added. "The Council of Irfan desperately wants both of them to join the Children, since their Silence was largely untouched by the Despair, but they haven't decided yet. The Council is very worried these days."

 
"About the Silent dying out," Ben said. "We're nervous, too."

 
"This is a worry for another day," Vidya said. "Right now we should enjoy the circus."

 
"Agreed," Kendi said with a smile.

 
The performances continued. Flyers flipped and twirled among ropes and trapezes. An animal trainer trotted out a pod of small dinosaurs from Bellerophon, and Kendi felt a small stab of homesickness. Up in the stands, food and souvenir merchants hawked their wares. Smells of hot, greasy food spread everywhere. Kendi shifted uneasily. When would it be time for--

 
"Ready?" Val said behind him. Kendi jumped. He hadn't heard her coming.

 
"Gretchen's down in the dressing area," Ben said, "so we're set."

 
Val nodded. "One more act and we'll do it." She trotted away.

 
"What are you going to do?" Prasad asked. "You said you do not need us to steal Roon's key, but you have not explained why you
do
need us."

 
Kendi started to scratch his nose, remembered his makeup, and dropped his hand. "I'll tell you later. It's too complicated to go into right here."

 
The dinosaur trainer ended her act, and Val stepped into the ring to introduce a magician. "Once again I repeat--the Emporium uses no holograms or other special effects. Everything you see is accomplished by skill alone, and the Great Manzini challenges you to figure out how each trick is done."

 
Ben grabbed Kendi's arm. "He's getting up! Roon is getting up!"

 
Kendi gasped and wrenched his gaze to Roon's seat. Edsard Roon had indeed risen from his front-row bleacher seat and was heading for the aisle. "All life! He can't get out of his seat now. What the hell is he doing?"

 
"Who knows? Bathroom break?" Ben hazarded. "What do we do now? Val's going to announce his surprise once the magician finishes up."

 
Kendi produced a packet of enzyme cloths from one of his capacious clown suit pockets and ripped it open. Roon reached the aisle and headed for one of the smaller exit tunnels used by spectators.

 
"I've got to get him to sit back down," Kendi said. "Ben, you try to signal Val, see if she can stall one more act's worth."

 
"I can't," Ben said. "Manzini uses her in his act."

 
But Kendi had already fled. He shed his clown outfit as he ran, dropping shoes, wig, nose, and baggy suit. Underneath he wore normal clothing. Several swipes of enzyme cloths rid his face of makeup, and he prayed he hadn't missed any. His heart was jerking around in his chest. Roon
had
to get back into his seat or everything would be ruined. Kendi dashed along the hallways, cursing the maze that made it difficult to figure out which way to go. Roon was probably heading for one of the bathrooms, but which set?

 
Other performers filled the hallways, forcing Kendi to dodge and weave. At one point he snatched a glittering silvery scarf from an assistant animal trainer. "Emergency!" he shouted back over his shoulder. "I'll return it, promise!"

 
He left the performers' area and entered what he hoped was the main spectator corridor. With shaking hands he twisted the scarf into a turban. Sloppy, but it would have to do. He pelted down the corridor, came around a bend--

--
and halted. Roon had emerged from a restroom and was turning to head for a souvenir stand. A light crowd of people kept him from noticing Kendi right away.

 
"Mr. Roon!" Kendi called, and dashed ahead to catch up to him.

 
Roon turned, surprised. "Mr. Qiwele. So you
are
here." He shook Kendi's hand in a hard, dry grip. "I want to thank you for this. It's everything I love about the circus. Marvelous!"

 
"You're welcome," Kendi said. "But why are you out of your seat, sir?"

 
"Needed a short break. And the collector in me won't let me leave a souvenir stand untouched. It's all part of the experience." He looked at Kendi's throat. "Is that clown makeup?"

 
Kendi clapped a hand to his neck. Dammit! "It is," he admitted. "I shamelessly exploited my connections and arranged to march in the parade with the other joeys. Great fun, that!"

 
"I thought one of those clowns looked familiar," Roon said. "But you said you always wanted to be a lion tamer."

 
Kendi forced a laugh. "I can fool a crowd into thinking I'm a clown. I doubt I could fool a lion into thinking I'm a trainer."

 
"Too true," Roon said with a laugh of his own.

 
Through the tunnels came the faint sounds of applause. A man's voice boomed, "And now for the grand finale!"

 
"But you'll miss your surprise," Kendi cried. "Good heavens, man, it's going to be announced any moment. Any moment! You
are
sitting in seat A7, aren't you?"

 
Roon looked at him. "The show's more than half over. I thought perhaps you weren't able to--"

 
"It's all arranged, sir!" Kendi pushed him with comic severity back to the audience tunnel. "Quickly! You have no idea the trouble I went through. I can't allow you to miss this! Remember--seat A7. Hurry!"

 
Roon turned and said, "Then I thank you again. Really, Mr. Qiwele, this is too much. You must come for dinner some time. How about tomorrow evening at nine?"

 
"I would love to come for dinner," Kendi lied, "but I don't remember off-hand if I'm free. I shall call you."

 
Huge applause and cheers burst through the tunnel. Kendi suppressed the urge to drag Roon back to the bleachers and plunk him down on the seat. Roon shook Kendi's hand one more time and finally--
finally
--turned back to the arena. Kendi watched him go, praying that nothing else would go wrong.

 
"And now," shouted the ringmaster, "we have a special event."

 
Edsard Roon picked his way up the narrow walkway between bleachers and sat next to his family with a nod. They didn't respond. Mrs. Roon and the children hadn't spoken much since the performance had begun. Not even Janni, the youngest, kicked his feet or whined. Edsard's little section of bleacher was blue with "A7" painted on it. It wasn't that comfortable, but he had refused to bring any kind of cushion or pillow that might interfere with the authenticity of the experience. And a gloriously perfect experience it had been so far.

 
In fact, it so far had been a gloriously perfect day, exactly what he'd needed to take his mind off the Collection and its assorted problems. The Children of Irfan were involved now, and that made Roon nervous. He didn't like leaving Todd on board their ship and was beginning to regret not ordering security to simply grab the entire vessel. However he did have to admit that Todd had had a point, self-serving though it was. Todd could prove to be an effective mole, and if Roon played everything right, those busybody monks would walk right into his Collection.

 
"I hold here a bucket of chips," Valeta Kalopolis was saying. "Each chip has a seat number painted on it. The person whose seat I draw will receive a special treat--the chance to come backstage and be made up as a clown for the final act in the show. Are you ready?"

 
More cheering. Edsard's mouth fell open and every thought about the Collection fled his mind. This must be Qiwele's surprise. He had arranged for the ringleader to call out seat A7, no matter what chip she drew. Connections, indeed! Edsard's childhood dream would at last come true. Qiwele was a genius, a prince among men. He would have to give the man a gift of some kind, perhaps even one of the Wimpales. After all, Edsard had five of them and Qiwele had done so much for--

 
"I do hope they pick me," little Janni said to his sister Mietje. His voice was so low, Edsard was surprised he had heard it. He was also surprised to hear such a thing coming from Janni. The child had shown no interest in the circus before, not the same level of interest Edsard himself showed, at any rate. Indeed, Ruurd, the oldest boy, and Mietje both didn't seem to care one way or the other. But Janni's pale eyes were bright with hope as he perched on his bleacher. Edsard frowned and played idly with the key chain that hung around his neck. Fatherhood wasn't his strength, and Edsard generally stayed out of the children's lives. After all, he had primarily decided to have them in order to complete the family picture, make himself seem more stable to Silent Acquisitions and a likelier candidate for promotion. The children were Mrs. Roon's bailiwick and he left all the decisions regarding their care to her.

 
But now a bit of paternal interest stirred. He remembered seeing his first circus with his own father and the utter enchantment the performance had wrought. Was Janni going through the same thing?

 
Perhaps Edsard owed it to his own father to find out.

 
"And our winner is--" The ringleader stared down at the chip she had drawn and paused for effect "--seat A7!"

 
Another cheer went up. On impulse, Edsard grabbed the startled Janni and hoisted him aloft. "That's my son!" he shouted. "The seat belongs to my son!"

 
Clown Ben spun around from his position at the dressing room door. "He's coming, he's coming!"

 
Kendi ducked behind a wall hanging. Originally he'd planned to take part in this stage, but Roon would recognize him even in clown makeup, so he had been forced to leave it in the hands of Ben and Gretchen.

 
The room was long and narrow. A series of dressing tables with lighted mirrors lined one of the walls and racks of costumes lined the other. Silly props and floppy shoes were scattered everywhere. The whole place smelled of cloth and makeup. Gretchen, still in her clown costume, had already laid out a makeup case at one of the mirrors and stood at the ready. There were no other joeys in the room--Valeta had arranged for privacy. Vidya and Prasad were, Kendi presumed, still watching the show.

 
"Hold it!" Ben whispered. He was peeking around the door frame again. "He has a boy with him. God--it's his son!"

 
"His son?" Gretchen echoed. "What the hell?"

 
Kendi's stomach lurched. Why was Roon bringing his son?

 
Valeta entered the room, leading Roon and a pale boy who looked about five or six. Kendi, who had tailed Roon and his family countless times, instantly recognized Janni Roon.

 
"Moogoo, Bobo, this is Mr. Edsard Roon," Val said gaily, though Kendi could hear the strain in her voice. "And this is Master Janni Roon. Janni is the winner of the clown drawing. Can you make him up, please? I have to get back to the ring."

 
In a flash Kendi understood what had happened. Roon had decided to hand his prize over to his son. He gritted his teeth. Kendi hadn't counted on Roon being anything but a self-serving bastard. Obviously that wasn't entirely the case. A harsh lesson to learn, Ara would have said. Now what?

 
Roon was pumping Val's hand. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Kalopolis. A true pleasure."

 
Val nodded to him and, with a parting glance at Ben and Gretchen, vanished out the door.

 
"Well, Janni," Gretchen said slowly, "why don't you have a seat here and we'll get to work. How do you like the idea of being a clown for day?"

 
Janni didn't answer. He just looked up at Gretchen with shy, pale eyes.

 
"I think he's too excited to talk," Roon said with a smile. "Should he remove his shirt?"

 
Ben started to speak, but his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Yes. Here, Janni, we'll hang it up just like this. How do you like the show so far?"

 
"It's great!" Janni said at last. "Are you a real clown?"

 
"I sure am," Ben replied. "I started up when I was about your age."

 
"What do I have to do out there?"

 
"It'll be really easy. All you'll have to do is ride the elephant and wave."

 
Janni squirmed with joy. "I get to ride an
elephant
?"

 
"Sure do. Now, what colors would you like for your makeup?"

 
He set to work spreading a white base over Janni's face. Gretchen, meanwhile, pulled a data pad out of her pocket and called up a text file on the holographic screen. Kendi stared at Janni's thin chest. It was supposed to be Roon who took off his shirt. But Edsard Roon was standing nearby, shirt still on his body, key firmly out of reach. Kendi bit his lower lip until he tasted blood. The entire plan stood in ruins. He had dragged the Emporium halfway across the galaxy for nothing. There had to be a way to get that key here and now. But even if Kendi could think of a plan, there would be no way for him to implement it. He wanted to punch Roon in the face and take the key by force.