2.8 In Which the Dark Lord Avoids at Least One Cliche

2.8 In Which the Dark Lord Avoids at Least One Cliche

An hour later I found myself reflecting that this, finally, must be what it truly meant to be the Dark Lord.

All this time Id been mostly working with my own two hands, facing my enemies head-on, and when I had to involve others, leading from the front. Now that I thought of it, that was mostly Hero stuff, right? Boots on the ground, spilling my own blood and sweat to smite the wicked and defend the innocentand I suspected my motivations werent any more selfish than a lot of past Heroes, if Sanora tended to choose shut-in otaku for the role. I knew what those people were like.

But now? I had finally started to lead from the back, filling the more organizational role which was how the Dark Lord had been described to me. Issuing commands from his dark throne and leaving his minions to do the actual dirty work. Now that Id tried it, this was extremely stressful; I itched to burst out of here and deal with things myself again. Instead, I had to trust that events would unfold more or less as I had foreseen, and that if they didnt, the people I was counting on would be able to adapt on the fly. Trusting other people to do anything right did not come easily to me. Even worse, I had at least one good friend out there facing that danger in my stead, and I couldnt be there to Heal her if things went wrong.

This Dark Lord business was nerve-wracking.

It really didnt help that I was having this epiphany while folded up in a box, being hauled through the streets on what mustve been the bumpiest cart Auldmaer could find.

After playing through the entirety of Ravels Bolero in my head twice there was nothing to do but mull on how my evil plan was unfolding outside my reach. Well, okay, half of it was Auldmaers evil plan, but Id helped. At least he got to fret from the comfort of his office, and he was used to this anyway. It must be something like this, to send out your caravans and wait weeks to learn whether youd turned a profit or some disaster had befallen them. Though I imagined I had a bit more on the line than he did.

It was going so well so far, which just made the anticipation worse; between how my plans tended to go and the presence of Lady Gray in the background, disaster was like a spider in my bedroom which had vanished during the second Id taken my eyes off it. Little bastard was lurking somewhere, I just knew it.

For once, I hadnt even needed to bribe Captain Norovena. Id just dropped off the goon whod accosted me and dismissed the two guards whod arrested me (because I was in too big a hurry to politely pretend I hadnt usurped his control) and explained my plan. For that, I got the most sincere smile Id ever seen out of the man. At least, I was pretty confident it was sincere, since it was also the most openly sinister expression hed ever shown me.

Auldmaers initial plan was to send out every wagon he could simultaneously so as to smuggle out myself and Aster, plus Cwynnar and whoever else we could rescue from the list, on the theory that Lady Gray didnt have the manpower to hit every single one, and even sending her forces to hit as many as she could simultaneously would make enough of a spectacle to draw ire she couldnt afford from Clan Aelthwyn. That way, at least some of us could likely slip out.

A good plan, but I wasnt going to settle for escaping when I saw an opportunity to really ruin Lady Grays evening. Now, Auldmaers wagons were all going out with a Kingsguard escort. Specifically, Norovena had assigned his most openly corrupt men to them, one to a wagon. Soon enough, probably before they were outside the city, each crooked guard would find himself alone with a cart full of cargo and no witnesses save an underpaid driver, all of whom had been loudly told in said guards hearing to prioritize their own safety and not resist any theft attempts.

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And sure, in actuality it would be the result of Auldmaer, Norovena, and myself maneuvering these hapless goons into indulging their greed under circumstances wherein the boss lady couldnt possibly reach even most of them in time to stop them. To an outside observer, though, it would sure look like Lady Gray had just launched a massive, coordinated attack on a middle ring trading company and the Kingsguard itself.

Add to that the man wed already apprehended and the ones Aster would be rounding up right nowwhich would look like either a kidnapping or blackmail operation in the middle ring, depending on how Gray had decided to go about getting leverage on meand by dawn Norovena would have a report to give Archlord Caludon of Clan Aelthwyn of an unprecedented provocation by Lady Gray. Come noon, shed be the personal target of every Clan on Dount that could muster forces to Gwyllthean.

If, of course, everything went according to plan.

By this point I was taking it as given that Lady Gray would pull off one of those last-minute bullshit maneuvers she was so good at to at least mitigate the damage, but I was confident she wasnt coming out of this unscathed. At the moment, I was more concerned about Aster. The last Id seen her shed just given me the signal that her own operation was go: with Biribos help, shed identified the watcher keeping tabs on my own confrontation with Grays stooge, and would track him back to whatever field command he was set up in to take that down. Since Biribo hadnt already come back, I had to assume it was an actual secondary unit and not overseen by Lady Gray herself; Id given Aster strict instructions not to tackle Gray alone. But at best, she was still left to deal with a bunch of armed enemies.

That Impregnable Chainmail not only protected against almost any impact, it redirected incoming attacks to land on it rather than the wearers vulnerable head or limbs in a more powerful version of what my Amulet of Final Luck did. Between that and her Greatsword of Mastery, Aster was basically a human wrecking ball. In addition, she had the help of Biribo, which was most of the basic Blessing of Wisdoms benefit, minus universal language comprehension and various unlockable perks. I had also given her a healing slime stuffed into a wineskin Auldmaer had donated in case of emergencies. All told, Aster was right now one of the deadliest people in this city. Probably only Rhydion, Lady Gray, and myself could even hope to take her on.

And yet, the last person to own those two artifacts had died with both equipped, falling into a pit trap dug by some shifty bandit.

I was worried.

It came as a great relief when I got the signal to move, especially since thered been a real chance of no such signal occurring. My chosen cart had been assigned the single most disreputable guard available, handpicked by Captain Norovena for being corrupt, stupid, and mean even by the standards of the Gwyllthean Kingsguard, and routed through one of the most disreputable patches of the Gutters Auldmaer could nominate. We had wanted this cart to be hit, at the very least by its own guard, and hopefully by worse, and stacked the deck as best we could to make that happen. Still, the guard might have opted not to get sticky fingers for onceand even more likely, we might not have been intercepted.

But sometimes, things worked out.

Stop the cart!

I perked up as much as I could, having been stuffed in this box for most of the last hour. Showtime.

Who the fuck are you? demanded the driver. A thump followed; I didnt think it sounded like a person being struck, but it definitely shut him up.

Hey, the hell do you think youre doing? demanded our assigned guard. You blind or just stupid?

Dont start with me, Aefyrd, snapped the first voice. Your dumb ass is lucky I got to you before you decided to jack this load yourself. Get rid of this guy.

Dont worry, Ill deal with this, said the guard. Aefyrd, apparently; it hadnt occurred to me previously that his name was important. You haul ass back to your boss, tell him to send more men to retrieve whats left of this. Ill get rid of this guy and stand watch till then.

Whats left of it, huh, the driver drawled. If youre gonna stand watch, whys any of it gonna go missing?

There came a similar thump, and this time I noticed the tremor from underneath me. Ah, they were emphasizing their instructions by hitting the cart with weapons. Classy.

You heard Master Aulder

Auldmaer.

I dont fucking care. Get outta here!

Despite my muffling surroundings, I could hear the mans exasperated sigh, followed by the shifting of the cart as he got down from the drivers seat. At least leave the dhawls alone, will ya? he said as he stomped away back up the street.

Now, there was a fellow I could respect. No fear at all in the face of rampant thuggery. I guess hauling cargo in a place like Dount made you hard to ruffle.

Lamms response wasnt what I expected. Thats Tinods sword.

Correction: its my sword. I assure you he doesnt need it anymore.

Yeah, no shit. He actually barked a rough laugh. Way I hear it, you blew his head clean off.

Off, yes. It wasnt exactly clean, though.

Mm. You do know thats an artifact, right? Complete waste, bein carried around by the wrong kinda Blessed.

Well I was gonna pawn it but I just fell in love with the swishy sound it makes. I whipped the rapiers tip back and forth in front of his eyes, making him twitch, and then eased forward, pressing it against his shoulder. None of which is providing me an answer to the important question I just asked you. Do I seem like a patient person, Lamm?

He drew in a deep breath, his shoulders shifting, and let it out slowly, then raised his chin and stared me in the eye, having clearly steeled himself for what he knew was next.

Look, its not like I dont know what you can do. The fact is, though, Ive worked for Lady Gray since before my balls dropped. Youre all flash, Healer. Its scary flash, yeah, but she gets shit done. Im more scared of her than Ill ever be of you.

I met his stare evenly. The silence stretched out for a beat. Then two.

Then I lowered the sword.

Thank you, Lamm. Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, you have my gratitude. There are few things in life I appreciate more than people who feed me a perfect setup line.

His eyes widened. Wait

Immolate.

I look a judicious step back from the burning and screaming which ensued, finally letting the Firelight wink out. It was sort of superfluous anyway, now. Aside from the spectacle poor Lamm was making at the moment, all was quiet up and down the streetas still and silent as on my first visit to the Gutters, when Id interrupted Lord Arider delivering a bunch of cash to Lady Gray. People around here had a very good sense of when it was important to draw the curtains and pretend they werent at home.

Turning my back on Lamms suffering, I faced Aefrydperfectly framing myself to be backlit from his angle by the column of fire with the screaming man in it, because Im just that good.

All right, get up, I ordered. Honestly, man, have some dignity. Who sits in the middle of a street? Show respect for the uniform, for fucks sake. Its Aefryd, right?

Y-yes, m-myLord? he ventured as he straightened up, valiantly struggling to maintain eye contact but compulsively peeking behind me at the spectacle every other second.

Tell me, Aefryd, you wouldnt happen to be a week from retirement, would you?

Iwhat? He blinked stupidly from behind his helmet. Me? Im Uh, that is, even if I stick with the soldier thing and dont get drummed out, Im ten years from even qualifying for a pension.

I see, I see. And what about your love life? Any plans to propose to your sweetheart in the near future? Got a baby on the way, perhaps?

Uh Imhow to put this. Lets just say Im the kinda guy whose love life got put a stop to when all the whores ran off. Hang on. He squinted at me. He called you Healer. Was that you?

I stepped forward, giving him my most ghoulish grin, half-lit by the fires of Lamms torture behind me. Why? Got a complaint to register, Aefryd?

The soldier swallowed so heavily I could hear it. No, sir. My Lord. No complaints of any kind, sir.

Good man! I reached out to clap him on the shoulder, pretending I didnt see him flinch. Rather than removing my hand, I gave him a jovial, full-body shake. And good news, Aefryd. Since you are free of obvious doom flags and, lets face it, not doing anything worthwhile with your life, I have decided to deputize you. Stick with me and Ill make sure you get whats coming to you, have no fear of that. Were gonna go on an adventure.

Aefryd wasnt stupid enough to miss the threat lurking unsubtly beneath the promise. He gulped againhard enough that it looked painfuland tried to say something, managing to produce only a hoarse squeak. Having failed at that, he contented himself with a rapid, jerky nod.

Obviously, I saw no reason to explain that deputize was an overly charitable term. I wouldnt have trusted this guy to accomplish anything useful even if Id had the luxury of a week to train him first. Given the remainder of my plans for the evening, though, I could think of several potential uses for a disposable meat shield. If he lasted through the night, I promised myself I would bribe Captain Norovena to let him off the hook for his attempted shakedown.

The fires of Immolation were beginning to recede, finally. I gave Aefryd another pat on the shoulder before releasing him, then turned to watch Lamm gradually flickering out. By that point he was curled up into a sobbing ball.

They all curled up. What is it about pain that turns humans into pillbugs? It wasnt like that ever helped. They burned just as merrily in any configuration of limbs.

I waited until the spell had fully subsided before igniting another Firelight over my palm, noting the way Lamm twitched at the burst of illumination. Then I waited three more seconds before walking back toward him.

Slowly. One deliberate step at a time, putting my feet down just hard enough to make my artifact boots clack ominously against the pavement. From Aefryds position behind the wagon, it was seven steps till I was standing over him.

There, I stopped and did nothing. It took him almost a full minute to gather enough courage to peek out from between his own arms, whereupon he beheld me looming over him, the orb of Firelight positioned just to cast my face in flickering orange semi-shadow, painfully reminiscent of what he had just gone through.

I met the thugs wide gaze and held it in dispassionate silence for two more seconds, then smiled. A gentle, kind smile.

He flinched.

So, Lamm, I said in my most pleasant tone. How scared of me are you now?