1.37 In Which the Dark Lord Brings Down the House

1.37 In Which the Dark Lord Brings Down the House

I knew, though, Id be following whatever advice he came up with, purely because I had no other options here.

Get to the guitar, Biribo whispered in my ear, and sing. Sing something in your own languageanything these people wont understand. And you gotta really sing. Put some heart in it.

The house guitar, which Minifrits employees used to entertain the customers, was sitting propped on a chair nearby, where the last girl playing had set it down when she retreated from the drama. Part of me considered it shameful, abandoning an instrument to save ones own skin, but at least it worked out for me now.

If, that is, what I was hearing wasnt pure nonsense. What was he planning to do, defuse the tension with a musical break? At best that would Then it hit me.

Blessing of Wisdom? I breathed, a bare whisper that wouldnt be audible outside my mask.

Got it in one.

That was another matter. I still didnt know what the fuck he expected to happen, but this was at least something he had alluded to before. I just had to trust him.

Yeah, that was all

Ignoring the weight of all the stares on me, I turned and stepped off to the side, picked up the guitar, and seated myself on the chair where it had been, making sure to collect the dropped pick before I sat on it. The next hurdle was my heavy gloves, which were part of the Healer disguise but werent going to work here. I folded them carefully on my lap, behind the guitar, and began very softly checking the tuning.

Well, okay, then, Cauth said, smugness incarnate, and turned back to Minifrit, at whose expression I did not look. I was keeping an eye on the room at large from the depths of my hood, but Id have had to shift notably toward her to see her face from that position. Also, I frankly didnt want to face her in that moment. Ah, ah! You wanna think real carefully about how much youre gettin paid, boyo, and whether its worth it.

Minifrits bouncer had stepped up beside her, brandishing his club; another appeared from the stairwell as Cauth threatened his comrade. There was a third somewhere, but I was more absorbed on the guitar than the onlookers. Id have preferred to tune it a bit more precisely; the strings had loosened a tad from being played all evening, but it was good enough for an emergency.

You can make it as much trouble as you want if that makes you feel better, doll, Cauth was saying condescendingly to Minifrit as I strummed the opening chords. I dont hate it when they struggle.

Biribo had better know what he was talking about.

She can kill with a smile

The words came out of me in their original English, projected powerfully enough to be fully audible throughout the room despite my mask without messing up the soft nature of the song, because I am a professional and such vocal control is but a parlor trick to me.

And Biribos faith was rewarded. People had mostly shifted their attention away from the Healer to Cauths attempted abduction of Minifrit, but suddenly I had everyones full focus again. Cauth himself trailed off mid-threat, his stare quickly growing glassy-eyed, and more of his followers than otherwise were swiftly gazing at me with such literally slack-jawed expressions it seemed they might start drooling.

Huh. Dont get me wrong, Im good, but there was clearly something else going on here.

Even under these circumstances, I found myself falling into the music as I finished the first verse.

This. This was why Id kept my English; this was my stuff. I believe above all else that everyone has the right to enjoy whatever music moves their spirit, and to me, it was the American rock from the whole first decades of the genres existence. The entire latter half of the twentieth century, from Elvis to Nirvana. Its not that there isnt fantastic music from Japan and everywhere else, but this was what stirred my soul to sing, and that is a thing which requires no justification. Some people argue over where the definition of classic rock starts and ends; me, I just play it. Billy Joel isnt even one of my favorites; some of the hipsters and purists may argue about whether hes rock at all, which is probably why he wrote a song about that. But in the moment when I sat down with the guitar, this was the song that sprang to mind as the right one for here and now. Thats how music works: you do need to study the technique, but once you have that, you have to follow the passion.

My fingers on the strings flowed into the series of arpeggios which followed the initial verse. This was written as a piano piece; you can do on the guitar music meant for piano, up to a point, but its difficult. Which is why its impressive, which is why I like doing it. Ive never claimed not to be a showoff.

However, keeping a watch on the room from within my hood, I immediately noticed signs that whatever trance Id induced was fading. Expressions sharpened, a couple of people blinked and one guy physically shook himself. So it was the voice, not the music. Good to know.

The second verse began, and they all went back under with just a few more lines. Well, mostly. Biribos plan became clear as I watched the audience while singing and playing, which fortunately didnt strain my attention too far. I usually did that while performing; next to attempting a triple spell combination, this was nothing. But while the customers huddling against the wall and Lady Grays impromptu army were all staring at me with raptly vacant fascination, Minifrit herself remained sharp-eyed as ever, looking around for a few seconds in clear puzzlement at this state of affairs, but she was quick to take advantage, melting backward from the main room while her foes were distracted.

I was really looking forward to having Biribo explain what the fuck was happening. Was it a gender-based hypnosis? No; both of Minifrits bouncers remained lucid and wary, shifting to hover over her as she retreated. Also, while I could only see a few of the Alley Cats girls from my current vantage and didnt want to shift my hood and risk drawing attention to them, I noticed that most quickly and quietly followed Minifrit up the stairs, but Adelly seemed to have been taken in by the effect. Kastrin had to clamp a hand over her mouth and give her a shake to jostle her out of it.

These women were experts at surviving in the rough part of town, and knew when and how to move fast. Every one of them had disappeared up the stairs by the end of the first chorus. Both ground floor exits were still crowded with Grays street soldiers, who probably would have been prodded out of their stupor by the women trying to push through them. I remembered that there were rooftop escapes, though. I kept playing, buying them the time I could.

It got to be downright eerie, the way all the remaining men and a couple of women among the thugs gaped at me; their expressions held the strangest blend of intensity and vacuity, not at all the looks I was used to seeing on the faces of people enjoying a musical performance. An artist could almost take it personally.

But I was performing for a purpose beyond my own ego, for once, and I kept at it. I didnt know how much longer it would hold; I slowed the tempo just a hair, as much as I could without making it sound wrong, since I also didnt know what might spoil the effect. I kept on to the end of the song, though, buying Minifrit and her employees what time I could. The three to four minutes, give or take, of an average modern song would have to do.

always a woman to me.

It took them a few seconds after the last chords for them to come out of it. For several seconds, that was a slow process of blinking and eyes coming gradually into focus. But then Cauth woke up enough to realize what had happened, and the ensuing bellowing brought everybody back down to Ephemera.

What the fuck! he roared, rounding on me after spinning in a futile circle to notice that his men were all dazed and his quarry all gone. What did you do, you little shit?!

I slowly and deliberately lowered the guitar. Not a music lover, I take it? You seemed to be enjoying it a minute ago.

Listen here, corebait! He took an aggressive step toward me, raising his axe.

Still at an even and unhurried pace, I stood upright, and stepped forward as well.

Yes?

I could literally see the moment in his eyes when Cauth remembered who he was dealing with, and Id be lying if I said I didnt enjoy it.

You think youre pretty fuckin smart, dont you? he grated. Youve only got so many tricks up your sleeve, Healer. When Lady Gray gets as tired of anybodys bullshit as she is of yours, theyre done. Its just a matter of time.

He staggered backward from the sparks in his face, then was blown backward to impact the wall behind. The last spell was honestly just because I felt like being an asshole. The slime, a thing with about the mass and weight of a watermelon, nailed him right in the midsection, causing him to double over and slump to the pavement. Seeing this, I reconsidered my earlier assessment that this was a nonlethal combat spell. At that range, at the speed at which it was firedwell, I guess it depended where it hit the target. This guy was clearly not breathing. He couldve just been winded, of course.

Funny how I felt neither curious nor at all bad about this.

Everything had gone right straight to shit. I was now at open hostilities with Lady Gray, which meant that every plan Id devised for getting the prostitutes of Cat Alley out of Gwyllthean without it being a straight up battle which would surely get a bunch of them killed, was now off the table. Almost two months of work, up in smoke.

Well, if there was no salvaging this anyway, may as well vent my frustration.

Two alleys ahead, right side, two targets, one with a crossbow.

Following Biribos indications, I beheld the pair of thugs leaning out, one taking aim at me. I took him down with a Slimeshot which smashed him skull-first into the wall behind, causing a splatter of blood. The other one turned and fled at that.

Next alley after that, left side, four targets, about five strides deep in the alley!

I walked past it without turning to look, simply holding out my hand and peppering them with bullet-velocity slimes as I went past.

And so it went. No one could get the drop on me thanks to Biribo and the lack of crowd cover, and it didnt take long for them to recognize futility and stop trying. I left Lady Grays assembled street soldiers behind mefleeing, dead, maimed, Immolated, and in one case blind because I discovered that Heat Beams targeting was purely mental and not connected to my pointing finger, which made it very simple to nail him right in the eyeball with a focused beam.

Well before I reached the mouth of the street, the remainder had given up and run from the sight of me.

Okay, I think were in the clear, Biribo reported as we picked our way through the half-abandoned outskirts of the Gutters minutes later. Were still being shadowed, off to the left in the alleys, but its just Adelly from the brothel. Theres somebody up ahead whos moving in position to intercept us, but I think its Minifrit.

Thats fine, I said. I owe them an explanation anyway. And speaking of explanations?

Right! He wriggled out of my mask, the sensation making me grimace, and buzzed along beside me in the chilly night air. I had a feeling youd get that one, bosspeople Blessed with Wisdom whore musically inclined often do. Its an extension of the language-processing application of the Blessing! If you sing in a foreign language, and really put your intent and emotion in it, everybody who hears will be able to understand the words.

And that mesmerizes them, somehow?

It only tends to. The actual magic is just in the translation effect; beyond that, its mostly just the combination of how weird it is to understand words youve never learned and the hypnotic nature of music itself. That wont work reliably, boss. It does nothing to people whore expecting it or prepared, like if theyve got mental traininganybody else Blessed with Wisdom will already be used to that and wont fall for it. Keep in mind who did and didnt succumb back there: the onlookers were just waiting for a chance to leave and the thugs were just doing their job, but Minifrit and her girls were on high alert for a way outta that situation. They kept their wits and took advantage.

Mm. Sound unreliable, butstill potentially powerful. Hell, it sure made enough of a difference in a pinch.

It was something. My first extra Wisdom power. Between that and the fact that Lady Grays men were now universally terrified of me, I guess the night hadnt been a complete waste. It did not feel like a win, though. My plans were in ruins and Minifrit and her girls had lost their income and home.

WellI did have a place prepared for them, after all.

Yeah, its definitely Minifrit up ahead, boss, Biribo reported. She, uh, doesnt seem happy.

No, she wouldnt, would she.

I continued in silence, Biribo ducking under my coat as we approached the spot hed indicated. The half-ruined buildings of the outlying Gutters made for countless excellent ambush points. This one I walked into voluntarily, because it consisted of nothing more deadly than Miss Minifrit stepping out from around a corner to plant herself in my path.

Well, the look in her eyes was fairly deadly, I supposed, even in the pale illumination of Ephemeral night.

I believe that is mine, the madam said icily.

Ah. Right. I was still carrying the guitar from her brothel. It hadnt felt right to just abandon it. I stepped forward, holding it out, and she snatched it from my grasp in an aggressive motion. Can you do anything with these? I added before she could escalate, pulling the documents out of my coat and offering them as well.

She did not take them, but her eyes narrowed as she realized what I held. It depends. If theyre forgeries, they have no legal weight. If a judge was bribed to sign them, they still do, but it can be disputed. Not that I am in any position to do so. In either case, I cant go home without immediately becoming Lady Grays personal scratching post. Thanks to you.

I drew in a breath. Right. I

Miss Minifrit!

Biribo hadnt warned me, so presumably the person who came skittering around the corner was no threat. It was just Kastrin, with Adelly a step behind her, both looking panicked. We were followed! Its Cauth and his boys againtheyve got the rest of the girls cornered in the hiding spot!

Minifrit drew in a hissing breath, then pointed the stem of her pipe accusingly at me. You. You will fix this.

Yes, maam, I agreed. Kastrin, where?

It was just a couple minutes dash away, in a disused warehouse from which shouts and screams were audible well before we reached it. I took the lead, flanked by Aster and Kastrin, with Adelly just behind and Minifrit wisely bringing up the rear.

The double loading doors at the front were half-broken to begin with and collapsed into fragments when I impacted them with my shoulder. I burst into the chamber and conjured a Firelight, holding up the ball of flame to cast its flickering orange glow across the entire interior.

The women had been herded into one corner, but no one seemed to have been hurt yet. At my entrance, Cauth and the boys turned to brandish weapons at me.

But this time, I had them all to myself out here. Behind my mask, I felt a truly malicious grin spring unbidden to my face.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I declaimed, spreading my arms in greeting. Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Virya?