Orb Sceptre Throne (29 page)

‘Yeah.’ Antsy raised his voice: ‘What about the Gap of Gold?’

Panar’s brows furrowed. He rubbed his chin. ‘The gap of what? What’s that?’

‘Bullshit,’ Antsy muttered. He noted that none of the men from the fire had reappeared. Nor any others, for that matter. ‘Let’s get out of here.’

Corien began edging backwards. ‘Yes. Let’s.’

‘There’s no other way forward!’ Panar shouted. ‘This is it. The end of the road …
for you
.’

A screaming horde erupted from the surrounding doorways and engulfed them. Antsy went down like a ship beneath a human wave. He was trampled, bitten, punched and scratched. Broken-nailed fingers clawed at his eyes, his mouth, pulled at his moustache. Hands fought to slide a rope over his head. The stench choked him more than the slick greasy hands at his neck. Somehow he managed to get his dirk free and swung it, clearing away the hands from his eyes and mouth. He pushed his feet beneath him and stood up, slashing viciously, raising pained howls from both men and women. He reached out blindly to find a wall, put his back to it. They screamed and shrieked at him, inhuman, insane. It was as savage a close-quarter knife work as any he’d faced in all the tunnel-clearing he’d done. He slid along the wall searching for an opening, slashing and jabbing, ringed round by glaring eyes and dirty grasping hands.

His questing left hand found a gaping doorway and he slid into it, able now to face his attackers without having to defend his flanks at the same time. His face, arms and legs stung from cuts and slashes. His leggings hung torn.

A shout sounded from the dark and the mad frenzied faces backed away, disappearing into the ink of utter night. Antsy stood panting, his heart hammering, squinting into the gloom. ‘
Corien!
’ he bellowed.

‘Here!’ came a distant answering call.

‘Here! Here! Dear!’ other voices tittered from the dark, mocking and laughing. Antsy himself was frankly surprised to hear the youth’s response; he hadn’t thought the dandy could’ve withstood such a savage onslaught.

‘You’re trapped,’ Panar said from somewhere nearby in the murk. ‘Maybe you are with others. Maybe not. But I wonder … just where are they?’

Antsy said nothing. He’d been wondering that too. Earlier Malakai had hinted at his and Orchid’s going it alone. Now the two had all the supplies – and his munitions as well! And Malakai had neatly manoeuvred him and Corien down here. Had he and Orchid simply sauntered off leaving them to keep these people busy?

But he was being unfair to the girl. Surely she wouldn’t go along with that. And the munitions were useless without him to set them. Still … where
were
they?

‘The way I see it you have only one choice,’ Panar continued from the cover of the gloom, ‘give up now. You can’t guard yourself for ever. Eventually you’ll weaken. Or go down in some desperate rush into the dark. But where would you rush to? Believe me, there’s no escape. Best just to give up now.’

Noises sounded from the street and dim light blossomed. Antsy peered out – a lantern had been lit. Rocks clattered from the walls around him and he flinched back. Where in the Abyss was Malakai? ‘Hey, Corien,’ he shouted, ‘what do you say we link up and kill the lot of these rats?’

‘Gladly! I got two, I believe.’

Two. Out of how damned many? Too many. Had Malakai written them off?

Then the light went out. Shouts of alarm and fear all around. Feet slapped the stone floor, running. A woman asked from the night, her voice tremulous, ‘Is it the fiend?’ Someone cursed her to shut up. It seemed to Antsy that these people were uncommonly scared of the dark. He started to wonder if perhaps he should be too.

Was it Malakai? Antsy considered a rush to the far side of the street – Corien sounded as if he was there.

‘Red?’ Malakai’s disembodied voice spoke from just outside his doorway.

‘Yes?’

‘Cross the street then go four doors to the right.’

‘Aye.’

No answer. The man was gone – Antsy wasn’t even sure he’d been there at all: just a voice in the dark. He dashed out into the street. Part of the way across he tripped over a body and fell, knocking something hot that clattered off across the stone street. Cursing, he chased after it, only to bash his head against a wall. He knelt, squeezing his head in his hands, biting his lip. Someone ran by in the absolute black; Antsy had no idea who it might’ve been. Panicked shouting sounded all around.

Feeling about blindly Antsy found what he’d sought and burned his hand in the process: the snuffed lantern. With its handle in one hand and his shortsword in the other, he felt his way down the wall. Feet thumped and scuffed in the dark. Someone was crying far off in one of the houses. He reached what he thought was the fourth doorway. ‘Corien?’ he whispered.

‘Here.’

Antsy recognized the voice. He slipped in, covered the doorway behind him. ‘Malakai speak to you?’

‘Yes. And—’

‘I’m here,’ Orchid cut in from the blackness.

‘What’s the plan?’

‘I’ll lead you out,’ Orchid said. ‘Malakai said he’ll keep them busy.’

‘Okay, but listen. Malakai seems to know his business, I admit, but these people scattered like chickens. He’s not
that
good. One of them mentioned some
thing
… a fiend.’

‘I don’t know anything about that,’ Orchid snapped. ‘We just have to get out of here. Take these.’

The panniers hit Antsy in the chest. He arranged them over his shoulders. Orchid pushed out past him. Someone else, Corien, bumped him and squeezed his arm. ‘How’d you fare?’ the lad asked.

‘Okay. Scrapes. You?’

‘Just between us … I took a bad one. Someone stuck me. I rubbed in something I purchased. We’ll see.’

‘
Hurry
,’ Orchid hissed.

She led them each by the arm through the narrow canted streets. Light now shone from a few high windows. Everything was quiet, hushed. Antsy imaged everyone huddled in their rooms, waiting. What was out there in the dark? What were they afraid of? The dark itself?

‘These are quarters for servants, guards, and others of lesser status,’ Orchid whispered as she yanked them along. ‘Mostly abandoned for centuries. The Moon’s population was always low. The Andii have few children.’

Antsy wondered whether she spoke to distract herself from the fear that surely must be writhing in her guts. They twisted and turned up the narrow tilting stone streets. Antsy was completely lost. Then Orchid slowed, hesitated, came to a halt. ‘Where are we going?’ Antsy asked.

‘I don’t know,’ she hissed, low. ‘Just away from there for now. I thought …’

‘What?’

‘I thought I saw something. A dark shape.’

Antsy barked a near-hysterical laugh. ‘
Dark
? Isn’t it all dark?’

‘No. Not at all. I can’t explain it. I can see well enough. Textures, shapes, even shadows. But that one seemed … deep.’

‘Deep,’ Antsy echoed, uncomprehending. ‘Where is it?’

‘Gone now.’

Totally blind, Antsy felt as if he was about to be jumped at any instant. He gripped the still-warm lantern as if he could squeeze comfort from it. ‘Well, where will you meet Malakai?’

‘Nowhere. Anywhere. He said he’ll find us.’

‘Then let’s just get into cover. A small room. Defensible.’

‘Yes,’ Corien said in support, his voice tight with pain.

‘Well … okay.’

A shriek tore through the blackness then, echoing, trailing off into hoarse gurgling. A chorus of terrified screams and sobbing erupted in response as the locals broke into a gibbering panic.

‘I don’t think that’s Malakai’s doing,’ Corien said.

‘No …’ Antsy agreed. He sheathed the shortsword and took a tight grip of his pannier.

Orchid rushed them into a room. Antsy wanted to light the lantern so badly he could taste the oil and smell the smoke. But he set it aside; the light would only bring their pursuers like flies. They waited, he and Corien covering the open doorless portal. No further screams lifted the hair on his neck, though he did hear distant voices raised in argument.

Then, down the street, the scuff of footsteps. ‘Company,’ he hissed, crouching, drawing his shortsword.

‘Red?’ came Malakai’s voice, whispering.

A nasty suspicion born of years of warfare among the deceptions of magery made Antsy ask, ‘Red who?’

‘Red … whose name that isn’t.’

Antsy grunted his assent, backed away from the portal.

Orchid gasped as Malakai came shuffling noisily into the room.

Antsy and Corien demanded together: ‘What? What is it?’

‘Company,’ Malakai said, the familiar acid humour in his voice. ‘Your friend Panar. And Red, I like that counter-sign. Speaks of a sneaky turn of mind. I like it. We’ll adopt it.’

‘Fine,’ Antsy answered, impatient. ‘But what’s the idea dragging this guy off? Now they’ll come after us.’

‘No, they won’t. They’re too busy fighting over who’s in charge now. Isn’t that so, Panar?’

A pause, cloth tearing, then Panar’s voice, rather blurry and slurred: ‘They’ll ransom me.’

‘No, they won’t. You’re dead and buried to them.’

‘They’ll ransom me with information. Just go back and ask.’

Malakai laughed quietly at that. ‘You’ll give us all the information we need.’

‘I won’t talk.’

‘Then,’ Malakai whispered, ‘I’ll have to do …
this
.’

From behind a hand or a balled cloth erupted a gurgled muted scream of agony. Feet kicked against the stone floor.

Orchid gagged. ‘Gods, no! Stop him! Stop him, Red!’

Then silence and heavy breathing. Antsy imagined Orchid covering her eyes. Malakai’s voice came low and cold – as when they’d met and he’d warned her he might leave her to die: ‘If you don’t like it, Orchid, then I suggest you step outside.’

‘Red?’ she hissed. ‘
Do
something! You aren’t going to let him torture this poor man, are you?’

Antsy fumbled for words. ‘I’m sorry … I’ve questioned men myself. Has to be done.’

‘Oh, you’ve
questioned
men, have you? Her voice dripped scorn from the darkness. ‘Barbarian!’

She had his sympathy. He’d lived his entire adult life in the military and he’d long ago been hardened to brutality. But men – and women – like Malakai left him squeamish.

‘What do you say now, Panar?’ Malakai asked. ‘Tell us what we want. After all, what does it matter? We’re all dead anyway, yes?’

Silence in the room’s darkness. Then a groan, someone shifting. ‘Fine. Yes. What do you want?’

‘Let’s start at the beginning,’ Malakai said conversationally. ‘Who are you?’

‘Panar Legothen, of March.’

Antsy grunted at that: March was one of the so-called Confederation of Free Cities.

‘How did you get out here?’

A laugh full of self-mockery. ‘You won’t believe me, but I was one of the first. I came out in my own boat.’

‘And?’

Silence, followed by a long wistful sigh. ‘What a sight it was then. A glittering mess. Everywhere you looked, pearls, moonstones, tiger-eye, sapphires, gold and silver. Silver everything! You could scoop it up by the armload.’

Antsy stopped himself from barking at the man to go on. Where was it all? What happened? He wanted to take the fellow by the shirt and shake him, but Malakai was obviously just letting him talk himself out.

‘There were others, of course. Sometimes I fought – most times I just ran. Where could I keep it all, though? We all had too much to carry, so we started to strike bargains, band together. Stake out territories. This here, this town – Pearl Town, we call it – is just a little place. The bottom of things. Where I’ve ended up.’

‘What happened?’ Orchid prompted gently.

Another groan from the dark. ‘Me and a few partners, we’d cleaned out our stake. When we saw more dangerous fortune-hunters arriving we knew things would be goin’ downhill fast. So we made for the Gap. But we’d waited just a touch too long. Got greedy. I caught that particular fever when I arrived. I think if I’d just picked up the first thing I found … a beautiful statuette in silver, such a sweet piece … if I’d just climbed back down to my boat and left right then and there I’d be a rich and happy man right now.’

‘But?’ Orchid prompted again after a long silence.

Stirring, the man roused himself. ‘Well … first we met the Malazans. They controlled about a third of the isle then. We bribed our way past them. Then a band of other looters jumped us. I guess they waited there for fools like us to go to all the effort to bring the riches to them. I got away with a bare fraction and reached the Gap.’

‘What is it?’ Malakai demanded.

‘It’s just what it says – an exit. A big series of terraces open to the outside. I guess the Andii used them to view the night sky or some such thing. The water comes right up to them now. They pull their boats up there, take their cut then take you out. Least, that’s what everyone said happens …’

‘But … that’s not what happened,’ Corien said.