The Sword-Edged blonde (29 page)

This couldn’t be true. The Arentian army had hunted down and slaughtered all of the ones I hadn’t killed. It was in the news broadsheets. I’d read about it myself. I even identified some of the bodies.

“He said they were riding down the road minding their own business, on their way to a job in Hefron and not even out to cause any trouble, when they passed the spot where you and the princess were picnicking by a lake. One of his buddies made a pretty rude comment about the young lady.”

Like black bile boiling through a thin crust, that afternoon came back to me. I felt the glorious sunshine, smelled the flowers, saw Janet’s tears of happiness when she accepted my proposal of marriage. Then
they
rode past.

I’d do her from behind
, the big bearded guy said loud enough for me to hear, and the rest of them laughed.

“You got all irate about it and acted like you were some hotshot,” the Dwarf continued.

I’d jumped to my feet and yelled,
Hey! You apologize to the lady!

“They intended to ride on, assuming you were some local farm boy showing off for his girlfriend. But you wouldn’t let it go.”

Eddie, forget about it
, Janet had said.
It’s no big deal. Don’t let it ruin the whole day.

“You hopped the fence and drew your sword.”

Eddie
! she’d yelled, more annoyed than frightened.
Stop acting like an idiot!

“You challenged the guy who’d made the remark to a duel, right there on the spot.”

Fancy sword you got
, the bearded guy said, and took a lazy swipe at me with his own weapon, intending to just smack me with the flat of his blade. But I parried it, and stabbed him in the heart. The entire fight took seconds.

“And when you killed him, that’s when the rest of them got pissed off.”

Holy shit, he’s dead!
a greasy little guy had exclaimed, bending over the fallen man. Then he looked at me.
You son of a bitch, he was just goofin’ around!

“You were tougher than they thought, and you took down a bunch of them before they finally got you under control. By then everyone was freaking out, and they took it all out on your girlfriend. They made you watch, too, then thought they’d killed you. But they were wrong.”

Shit, she’s dead
, one of them had said, rising from Janet’s body, his groin covered in her blood.
Then so’s this asshole
, another one replied, and drove his sword
into me. He missed my heart but got my lung, and I felt like I was burning alive inside my chest. Janet’s eyes were open, and one of the men nudged her head with his boot so that it lolled to the side and stared at me. I gagged on my own blood and felt it run down my chin.

“When they found you, they called you a hero, didn’t they? But you always knew better.”

The Dwarf’s words grew distant, even though he was three feet away. My heart was so loud I could barely think.

He was
right
, and I’d spent the intervening years rewriting the story in my own head just so I could make it through each day. We’d both been victims, I’d fought heroically, and I left Arentia from my own deep-seated nobility, not . . . not my utter shame at the truth. This was the darkest thing in my soul, and this minute monster had just dragged it into the candlelight of his own little sanctuary.

“And you think solving this great crime will make it up to her brother, don’t you? That’s the whole reason you’ve done this.” He laughed. “And you called
me
a freak.”

I’d been prepared for anything, I thought, but not this. The room seemed impossibly small and hot now, and my breath came in shallow, rapid bursts. My chest tightened painfully, especially around the old sword scar. I’d spent so long holding all this inside, keeping it hidden, that I had no idea how to let it out. It logjammed in my throat, choking me.

But luckily, my professional reflexes weren’t emotionally involved. When the Dwarf aimed his tiny, probably poisoned stiletto at me, my arm reacted before I even knew it. I palmed the knife in my sleeve and
stepped aside, avoiding his blow and striking my own right in the little bozo’s heart. As I spun, I drew my sword and slammed my back into the door, ready to defend myself, although I knew I’d dealt him a lethal blow.

The Dwarf wobbled a little, then regained his balance. He looked down curiously at the knife stuck in his chest. A trickle of blood oozed out around it. “Hmph,” he said, wincing. “You are quicker than you look.”

I stared and didn’t move. My
knife
was stuck in his
heart
. I’d felt it strike home; no bone or hidden armor had deflected it. He should be dead, or at least seriously inconvenienced. But it seemed no more urgent than a mosquito bite.

He looked up at me, amused by my shock. “Come on, you know what she did to me. She wouldn’t let me die. That means no one can kill me. That’s why I went to see her in Arentia.”

Then something occurred to him. With a grin of comprehension, he said, “My God, you never really
believed
her until this moment, did you?” He threw back his head and positively cackled. “That’s great!”

“What the fuck
are
you?” I said. My voice sounded weak and raw.

He sang, “I’m Andrew Reese, and I’m broken to pieces.” He laughed again. “You think
that’s
hard to believe? How’s this: that time I spent on her island?”

He stepped closer and looked into my eyes. “That was
five hundred years ago
.”

T
he sky grew lighter in the east by the time I left the Dwarf’s estate. As I crossed the yard toward the gate, the monkeys in the trees stirred and hooted at me. The noise was both loud and somehow arrogant. I bet the neighbors loved this guy.

I was numb in every imaginable way. I walked out in a true daze, not caring if anyone saw me. Since I was splattered with dirt and blood, and carried something that would have been impossible to explain, only dumb luck or divine guidance got me out of the house and down the street unseen. I even left the gate open, out of some perverse desire to show off my gory handiwork.

I shambled along the curb toward my horse. If anyone saw me, they must have assumed I was some drunken reveler returning home. Lola still waited patiently under the tree branch, although a ticket stuck over my saddle horn warned me against leaving my horse on the street in the future. She snorted and pawed nervously as I approached, overpowered by the smell of blood and violence around me.

“Shh, girl, I know, just take it easy,” I murmured. She quieted down but still watched me closely, especially
the package I carried wrapped in part of a fancy tablecloth. If animals are as sensitive as some people say, this object must have well and truly terrified her.

I climbed onto her back and nudged her into the street. It was bright enough to see the city below us as we descended toward it, and the sails of ships in the harbor glowed pink with the dawn. I passed a milk wagon laboring its way toward the mansions; I hoped it wasn’t the day the milkman collected his bills.

In my room, I undressed and stuffed all my bloody clothes, even my boots, into the fireplace. There wasn’t much kindling available, since most travelers didn’t use fires in the summer, but the owner accepted my story that I needed to sweat out a case of the sniffles and scrounged up some extra wood for me.

The intense heat and perspiration helped me reconnect to the world outside my addled head. I lay naked on the floor in front of the hearth, shivering despite the fire, and let my mind go back over the night. It wasn’t pleasant, but I knew if I tried to deny it, or rewrite it as I had Janet’s death, it too would blindside me in the future. I was through lying to myself, about anything.

Eventually I fell asleep. At first my dreams mingled Janet’s awful death with what I had done at the Dwarf’s mansion, but suddenly all that fell away and I found myself, surprisingly, standing outside Epona Gray’s cottage. The sun was bright, and multicolored birds flitted through the air leaving trails of shimmering sparks. The little building was neat and intact.

The door opened, and Epona emerged. She was staggeringly beautiful, her dark hair loose and shiny and her skin radiant. She was barefoot and wore a flowing, low-cut gown. Her eyes twinkled with amusement.
She crossed her arms and leaned against the lintel. “So you figured it out.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Neither of us lied.”

“I know.”

“And you believe it?”

An emotion I couldn’t identify swelled in me. My vision blurred with tears. “I believe it. I believe you. I believe
in
you.”

She laughed, but gently. “Please, Eddie, don’t get maudlin on me now. You still have a lot of work to do. But you fought down the darkest things within you, and you deserve a rest. So take this as a gift.”

Three of the shimmering birds flew down and hovered, like hummingbirds, before me. I held out my hand, and one of them tentatively came forward, nudged me with his tiny beak and then settled into my palm. At the instant of contact, I felt lighter, younger and happier than I could ever remember. All the weight of guilt, self-doubt and regret left me. I think I cried out.

But whatever happened, it woke me up. The position of the sun through the window told me it was well past noon. My muscles ached, and my joints popped as I uncurled from my fetal position. The fire had done its job and consumed all my incriminating belongings, and was now reduced to smoldering coals. I spread the ashes so they would extinguish on their own, and poured water in the basin so I could clean up.

I looked at myself in the mirror, pale and still shaky, and accepted that the person I saw there had indeed done the things I had done. The weight of a lifetime of deceit was gone, and I recalled Epona’s magical bird from the dream. Had it been a genuine vision, or just
my own mind rationalizing me out of my despair? At this point, I could accept anything as real.

I washed up, put on some clean clothes and my extra pair of boots, packed the rest of my stuff and prepared to leave. I took special care with my souvenir from the Dwarf’s house; an awful lot depended on it reaching its destination. Just as I tossed the bag over my shoulder, someone knocked at my door. I knew it was Bernie before I opened it.

He wore a neat, pressed official uniform and was freshly shaved. His eyes were cold and professional. “Leaving town?” he said without even glancing at my bag.

“Good morning to you, too,” I said as I stepped aside to let him enter.

“It’s afternoon,” he snapped, and closed the door behind him. “You know where I’ve been for the last five hours? Up on Brillion Hill investigating the murders of Clarence Canino and Gretchen Paltrow. Some delivery man found ’em dead on a back porch, and the folks in that part of town like to feel safe. So they expect an arrest to happen quickly.” His eyes swept the room, taking in the fresh ashes. “Know anything about it?”

“Nah. Tanko gave me a bogus address. The number didn’t even exist.”

He held out his hand. “Let me see it.”

I looked him in the eye. “I threw it away.”

He walked to the window and opened it. “It’s hot as my fat wife’s armpit in here,” he muttered. The salty wind lifted the curtains and stirred the ash in the fire as it made a breeze up the chimney. Bernie knelt by the hearth. “Buttons in with the coals,” he said. “Somebody burning clothes?”

“Not much firewood this time of year.”

He looked up at me. “Did you kill ’em, Eddie?”

I shook my head. “I shot Canino, but the girl killed him. He gutted her before he died.”

“What about the Dwarf?’

I shrugged. “Apparently he doesn’t exist.”

“You mean anymore.”

I smiled. “Bernie, if I’d killed the guy, I’d tell you. You know that.”

“We found a whole house laid out for special access. We found clothes cut to fit a dwarf. We found an awful lot of blood in the wine cellar, and what looked for all the world like a fresh grave. But when we dug it up, no one was in it.”

“And you think I did all that?”

“Somebody did.”

I went to the window and looked out at the clean, twinkling ocean far below. “Bernie, I swear to you, I didn’t kill anybody. Not Canino, not the girl, not the Dwarf. I’m not saying I wouldn’t have, just that I didn’t. And that’ll have to do you. I’m still working for my client, so I can’t tell you any more than that.” I turned to face him. “I’m going to leave now, unless you plan to arrest me.”

He nodded at the window. “Lean out a little and look to the north.”

I did, and saw a dark plume of smoke rising into the sky. It came from one of the warehouses along the docks. “The Dragonfly?”

“Yep,” he nodded. “Already burning down. The fire crew is down there trying to save the other warehouses, the legitimate ones. No telling how many bodies we’ll find in there.”

I felt a brief pang for spike-necked Allison, but her fate was out of my hands. “Hm. Quite a coincidence.”

“And you had nothing to do with that, either?”

“Not a thing.”

Bernie ran his hand along the mantel above the fireplace. “I got no reason to doubt you, I suppose. And nothing to really hold you on. In a few months, I may decide you’ve done me, the city and the common good a big favor.” His eyes snapped up to meet mine. “But for right now, I’d just as soon you left town. Quietly. And don’t come back for a visit before winter. By then, I should be your pal again.”