2.21 In Which the Dark Lord Has His Work Cut Out for Him

2.21 In Which the Dark Lord Has His Work Cut Out for Him

Hearing Junko rapidly approach, I decided to take a risk.

Oh, she scared the hell outta Benit and Radon the first time, I said aloud, deliberately casual. Ill go ahead, calm the dog and wait by the gates. Biribo, you can guide em the rest of the way, right? See you in a minute.

I set off ahead of the group at a brisk trot while a few confused voices spoke acknowledgment behind. Biribo, at least, I trusted to figure out what was up. Probably some of the others, tooGoose was pretty sharp and attuned to subtextbut mostly I didnt want to scare the kids. With Biribos senses and Asters artifacts, if Lady Gray chose the brief moment of my absence from the group to jump out at them, they could hold out long enough for me to run back. Hopefully.

And meanwhile, I would find out whether what I feared had come to pass.

I was pretty sure at least some of the others had had the same thought. Aster definitely, probably Goose. Wed been operating for a while now under the assumption that North Watch was a secret which could not be kept, and Lady Gray was highly motivated not just to destroy my organization as Id done hers, but to hurt me. She had been notably absent since depositing her last grotesque message outside the Kingsguard stations. I had thought, when I decided to spend that day in a vigil and that night excising the cancer that was Uncle Gently, that she would hover around Gwyllthean for the chance to strike at me while I was there. But during the day and a half wed been heading back, I had realized that, if she wanted, she could had stolen a march and reached North Watch before us. That was what none of us had said aloud, because there hadnt been a moment when we could be certain none of the children were listening.

The fact was, I did not know what I would find in the fortress when I got there, and had reason to fear the worst. It was a good sign that Junko was alive and apparently normal, but

The dog met me with her usual ecstatic yipping and jumping about, and I gave her a quick hug and a skritch behind the ears because how could I not? But mindful of the group behind me quickly catching up, I kept moving forward, ordering Junko to heel.

Perceptive of my mood as always, she instantly fell into step alongside me, tail furiously wagging in her happiness at being reunited, but otherwise alert as I almost ran the last meters to the gates of North Watch.

Two women I couldnt identify from down below were on watch above the gates; one waved at me. So far, so good. I didnt begin to properly relax until the actual welcoming committee, doubtless warned of my approach by Junkos barking, met me in the open gates themselves.

My people hadnt been sitting on their hands during my Gwyllthean adventure, I noted with approval; khora had been cleared back from the fortresss outer walls in both directions, and just inside and off the main path, a pair of huge gates looked to be in the latter stages of construction, waiting to be finished and hung once we acquired the necessary hinges and fittings. I took all this in with a glance before focusing on the three whod come to meet me.

Is everything all right? I demanded.

Minifrit raised her eyebrows, taking a long drag on her pipe. Sakin grinned a very Sakin grin, which might have meant anything or nothing. Standing right between them, Kasser looked somewhat harried, and it was he who answered.

No notable problems, Lord Seiji. Some scuffles and Well, putting this many people together in one fortress when they arent used to it obviously causes tension, but Minifrits been handling it very well. Are you all right? Wheres Aster? Wheres Biribo?

Theyre coming with the others, I said impatiently. You havent been attacked? No casualties? Unexplainedincidents?

Even Sakin stopped grinning by that point. Were renovating a fort in the middle of the wilderness, Lord Seiji, weird shit happens out here, he said. What kind of incidents are you looking for?

Others? Minifrit asked pointedly.

In a minute, I said, still terse even as I was beginning to relax. Okay, the worst had not happened, nor apparently even the notably bad, but this was no time to get complacent. Were moving to a defensive posture and I want everyone on high alert. I need watchers on the walls at all times, each one positioned where they can see and be seen by at least two others. Minifrit, adjust the duty schedule in whatever way is necessary to make this happen. Some kind of impediment has to go across this opening until the gate is finished, and I want every exterior window accessible from outside the walls boarded up.

Now all of them had gone still and sharp-eyed, Minifrit staring particularly narrowly at me.

Lady Gray knows where we are, she guessed.

I dont know that for a confirmed fact, but its my assumption North Watch is a secret that cannot be kept much longer. I glanced over my shoulder, hearing the steps of the others catching up. Ill tell you the long version later, but in brief, I accidentally finished destroying her organization, but she survived and escaped and appears to have gone utterly batshit insane and ismiffed at me.

Kasser let out a low whistle, raising his eyebrows. Sakin laughed aloud in apparent glee, very nearly earning himself a slime to the pelvis, and Minifrit just grimaced for a moment as she exhaled smoke through her nose.

And you are alone and empty-handed, she said pointedly. Any luck acquiring the supplies which were the primary purpose for your trip, Lord Seiji? Or the people you went to secure?

I winced. Ah As you might have gathered, things did not go according to plan. Everybody we could identify as a possible target is under the protection of the Kingsguard or the Kings Guild or the Convocation, and a lot of them are being taken off the island. Auldmaer has my shopping list, but were gonna have to make a separate trip soon to pick everything up. I didnt come back empty-handed, though!

They proved me right with perfect timing, the group beginning to straggle into view around the last bend of the path, Aster in the lead with Biribo buzzing about her head. Junko turned back and barked a greeting at them, tail wagging furiously. Nobody appeared to be distressed; Gray had still not put in an appearance.

The anticipation was really starting to wear on me.

Is that Minifrit stared past me with open incredulity, a rare lapse in her normally controlled expression. Lord Seiji, did you really just acquire two dozen blended Gutter Rats andsomehownoblewomen?

Oh, yeah, you would not believe the shit he drags home, Sakin cackled. One time it was a stray dog. And then a whole mess of whores!

Both of them gave him sidelong looks, Kasser apprehensive and Minifrit openly scathing. I started to wonder if there were long-running tensions here I should worry about, though frankly it came as a relief to me to have someone as strong-willed and smart as Minifrit on hand to counterbalance whatever Sakin might get up to.

Your eyes do not deceive you, Minifrit, I said aloud. Ill need your help getting everyone settled in.

Well, you arrived at a good time, said Kasser. Dinners being served in the hall right now.

Gwynneks, Minifrit said sharply. You broughtfifteen gywnneks. What are we supposed to do with these?

Yeah, we sort of dont have a stable anymore, Sakin commented.

I could already see several of my new non-horse horse girls stiffening up in offense and intervened to avoid starting everybody off on the wrong foot.

Gwynneks are extremely useful creatures, I told Minifrit. Ive already seen how fast they can move through difficult terrain like the khora forest. Considering a cornerstone of our strategy is going to be controlling disparate bandit territories from this extremely non-central location, theyll be absolutely priceless.

Oh, yes, she said, smoke dripping from her lips with every syllable like a visible manifestation of the sarcasm in her voice. Not only that, but theyre a fine military addition. Absolutely vicious in combat and far more willing to fight than dhawls or even horses. Clever, too. Altogether a tremendous asset, Lord Seiji. Do you know, then, why every nation doesnt bother to keep a gwynnek cavalry?

I blinked. do they not?

Because, she said acidly, they are carnivores the size of horses. Not only are they notoriously difficult to train and uncooperative with anyone other than individuals with whom theyve bonded, they require meat. Lots of it, daily! Youve brought us the most expensive and difficult possible mounts at a moment when, last I checked, we were little more than a week from running out of food.

And shrieking.

Fortunately, it was a small confrontation, despite its volume, and almost everyone in the room was eating their dinner rather than joining in. Mostly half-turned to gawk, but at least not making it worse. No, it was just Sicellit and Ydleth nose-to-nose in the middle of the aisle and evidently on the verge of violence.

Not what Id expected. Sicellit was one of Minifrits unofficial lieutenants and usually pretty even-tempered. Ydleth was a former prostitute from one of the poorer brothels who I mostly remembered because back when I was doing weekly healing trips I noticed she tended to get beaten up more than most.

Who the fuck are you to tell me

You have no business here if youre going to act

Nobody put you in charge of me, cunt!

At least I have

Ara, ara, ara. I projected as hard from the diaphragm as if I were commanding a stadium, my voice cutting through the shrieking match without the indignity of yelling. Everyone stopped what they were doing, turning to stare at me. Including, fortunately, the two combatants.

I kept my features composed, even as I was internally cringing at myself.

Goddammit, I did it again! Why did this keep happening? Id never said ara ara in my life before I came to Ephemera, I swear.

Of course, once I actually posed myself the question, I knew the answer. On occasions when I needed people to stop acting like idiots and listen to me but wasnt willing to set them on fire, I automatically mimicked the foremost expert in that feat I had ever witnessed: my grandmother. That was, Obaasan in Yokohama, not Granmom in San Diego. A woman who ruled her neighborhood association with such an effective velvet glove that she never needed to show off the iron fist inside it, who I swear could stifle a forest fire through sheer force of polite disapproval. Great, I was the Dark Lord who channeled the awesome power of Stern Old Lady.

Well, you know what, fine. It was fine, this could just be my thing. Rock stars have been playing around with gender presentation since Elvis discovered how profitable it was to upset traditionalist types in front of their grandkids. In fact Yeah, now that I thought about it, this was Ephemera. Nobody here should even recognize ara ara as effeminate. Great, I was in the clear. I just had to remember not to do it in front of Yoshi.

Belatedly I realized that several continuous seconds of expectant silence had passed while I projected a calm facade and internally castigated myself. God, I was too tired for this. In the last few minutes Id gone from expecting to find half my people slaughtered to relief that everything was fine to towering annoyance at finding them doingwhatever the fuck this was. And on top of that, I hadnt had a proper rest throughout my extremely stressful trip to Gwyllthean. I was really not at the top of my game right now.

To begin with, I saved face by pretending I wasnt the one whod been holding up proceedings.

Well? I prompted, raising my eyebrows. Is someone going to explain this nonsense I had to walk in on?

Both women turned to stare at me and pointed at each other, swelling up like angry bullfrogs. Ydleth was faster to speak by a hair.

She

Wait! I held up one hand, silencing them both. It was gratifying I still had at least that much control over this situation. Ladies, is this going to be an involved explanation?

Oh, just wait till you hear about this, Lord Seiji, Sicellit snarled.

I was afraid of that, I sighed. And to think ten minutes ago Id been afraid they were dead. I will be with you in a moment, girls. Hey, Gilder! You in here?

Right here, Lord Seiji! He popped up from one of the tables nearest the daiswhere, I noted, Donon had set up the big meeting table as a serving station with big cauldrons of stew and piles of wyddh.

Perfect, are the others with you?

On command, Benit and Radon poked their heads out from behind the crowd, though they didnt speak up, as was fairly typical.

Great, cmere. I have a task for you. See, kids, I told you they were fine.

Holy shit! Grinning, Gilder came skittering forward in such a hurry that he actually dashed between Sicellit and Ydleth, though Radon and Benit circled around them more warily. Inon! Tamin! Dony! And is that Aenit? Wait, wheres everybody else? What happened?

I was planning to help you kids get settled in personally, I said, turning back to Aenit and the others, but as you can see, I now have to deal with whatever this is. So. Gilder, please take Aenit and the others to get some dinner and give them a rundown on how we do things here. Aenit, while youre eating, please catch Gilder and the others up on what went down in the city. I promise Ill be available to talk about it later if you want, but itll have to wait a bit.

Huh. Gilder folded his skinny arms, brazenly looking Aenit up and down. How come you got top name in this crowd?

She curled her lip, meeting his stare. How come you did?

I tensed in spite of myself, for one second fearing I had just created yet another pointless argument I was going to have to settle before getting back to the first one before I could actually eat and get off my feet

But Gilder, bless him, only matched Aenit stare-for-stare for a moment before grinning amiably. Well, hell, fair enough. Cmon, you guys look fuckin starved, lets go get something hot into you. Youre gonna love this, the foods real good and they let you have as much as you want! Long as you dont piss off the cooks, I mean. Youll never believe who they got running the kitchen: its Gannit, that old lady from the Jugs! Stay on her good side. Oh, but thats Donon up there at the tables, hes cool. Dont filch anything, thatll just get your hands whacked an theres no point, hell give you moren enough anyway

His running commentary didnt let up for a moment, only diminishing slightly in volume as he led the rest of the children up to the front toward Donons serving table. I tuned them out after a moment, deciding this was probably in good hands. Donon had been good with the kids so far. So had Gannit, for that matter, though she was more inclined to whack grabby little hands with her ladle.

I turned back to Sicellit and Ydleth, putting on a cold smile that made them both ease warily backward. That was a good start; I was not in the mood for whatever bullshit this was, and so much the better if they knew it.

And that was why this mattered: I was still in the earliest stages of establishing this organization. Forming a culture, as Minifrit described it. It didnt actually matter what these two were feuding overand there wasnt a doubt in my mind it would turn out to be something stupid and pointlessbut it would matter a lot how I handled it. I could not have my people going at each other like this during mealtimes. Or at any times.

So all I had to do was pull some conflict resolution skills out of my ass, in front of an audience of almost my entire organization, while I was exhausted and hungry.

Fucking fabulous.

Thanks for your patience, ladies, I said pleasantly. So! What in the hell is the matter with you two?

And it was at that moment I knew for certain that this was not going to go well.