3.8 In Which the Dark Lord Gets Taken For a Ride

3.8 In Which the Dark Lord Gets Taken For a Ride

All the awkward silence of walking away from an emotionally draining experience with unfriendly strangers, plus the tension and fear of a loud city in the grip of multiple simultaneous riots, mostly involving people who would kill us if they thought they could. Yeah, the short walk back to the tram station had it all.

Aster stepped closer to me, leaned her head in and spoke in a voice low enough that probably only the goblins and familiars could overhear.

You remember when I told you to be kind whenever you could?

I managed not to flinch. What of it?

You are really bad at it.

I abruptly stopped and began turning on her with a scowl, but Aster smiled and took my arm, gently urging me back into motion.

But, she continued just as softly, you have never stopped trying. I just wanted you to know I see it. And it makes all the difference. Please keep it up.

Well. Less angering, but somehow not any less awkward. I deflected, because what the hell else is a guy supposed to do in that situation?

You know, this isnt getting you any closer to my bed.

Please. She dropped my arm. Bitch, I could have you if I wanted you. And by the way, stop opening discussions by setting people on fire. Im just a lowborn girl from a farm but even I know thats not how diplomacy works.

Despite everything, I found a reason to grin. After the last few minutes, it was a relief.

We had just crested the ramp, rejoining the goblins and my people on the upper level, when Flaethwyn suddenly gasped.

Who are you?

I glanced back and found that she had finally noticed Nazralind, and seemed absolutely dumbfounded.

Who, me? Naz said lightly. Just Conzart out picking hedge berries.

Ah. Well Flaethwyn let out an uncomfortable little titter, which was still a happier sound than Id have thought her capable of making. I guess were all Quaeliscos jailers down here, anyway. I just hope not to end up holding the wooden key.

Once the pure moon rises, everybodys a smidge hunter, Nazralind agreed in a tone that managed to be both solemn and noncommittal.

Yknow what I really appreciate about Naz and the girls? Adelly mumbled, coming up on my other side. They usually dont do that in front of other people. Aster and I nodded agreement.

Dap pulled ahead of the group and darted into the tram station before us with three of his armored security goblins, leaving four accompanying us outside. Glancing back, I noted with amusement that hed quietly stationed them in a loose box around the Heros party, well out of arms reach. The targets of this formation seemed not to have noticed; Flaethwyn was stubbornly ignoring the goblins and the other three looked like they were barely holding it together.

Still clear! Dap called, poking his head out.

Were you worried? I asked.

Not specifically, Lord Seiji, but its a chaotic situation and this structure was absent our control for several minutes. Always gotta check in a case like that.

Fair enough, I can see you know your work.

The pink-armored goblin beamed with pride, and I found myself wondering about Miss Sneppits management style. Her people seemed extremely competent, but Dap was hungry for approval and Zuiwho was clearly close to Sneppit herselffelt the need to disobey her orders over this.

It was worth thinking about.

The tram station was clearly not one of the older structures Gizmit had mentioned, for all that its facade looked Western neo-classical to me. I could tell because the door was goblin sized; we all had to duck and in some cases crouch to get in. That door was actually more of a tunnel, revealing that the outer wall was probably thick enough to have withstood any siege had they managed to hold the doorway itself. Dap and company helpfully pushed the remnants of their makeshift barricade out of the way as they entered, so us tall folk didnt have to struggle too much to get through aside from hunching over.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Inside it was both alien and bizarrely familiar. Once you have seen a train station, youve kind of seen them all; theyre all individual in their way but there is a limit to how much variation can be introduced without messing up the things essential functions. Tracks, platform, ticket office, vendor stalls, benches. Yep, this was a train station. Despite being abandoned and filled with evidence of recent fighting, even at half-scale, carved out of the living rock and with its interior structures all made of exposed metal, and the walls covered in those DIY murals the goblins lovedtrain station.

I wasnt the only one who noticed.

They have trains, Yoshi said in a numb tone from just behind me. They have a monorail.

Impressive as this feat of engineering was given the solidly medieval civilization that existed just above them, I found I wasnt anxious to climb onto the goblin tram, and not just because it was built for people half my size. It was indeed a monorail, the tram cars hanging from a single track affixed to the ceiling of the tunnel which extended off in both directions from the station, but below that

They were just hanging cages, basically. There was a front car with what looked like folded wings affixed; it took me a moment to recognize them as collapsible sails, which also added context for why it was so damn windy in here. I guess the titanic drop to the core would produce updrafts which, properly harnessed, were a more efficient source of propulsion than anything fuel-burning. Clever as that was, the two passenger cars behind it were just square boxes with metal plates for ceiling and floor, and nothing but open-sided metal bars for walls aside from a smaller plate along the front. The entire thing swayed gently from its track as gusts swished through the station, as if eager to get underway.

Well, Zui, said Gizmit, you got it here without wrecking it, so I assume you know what all the levers do.

I know the basics, but Zekkis actually trained as an engineer, Zui replied, pointing at one of the armored security goblins. Itll be a much smoother trip than Rhoka and I had if she takes over.

Damn, you are? asked another of the squad, lightly punching Zekkis shoulder. I didnt know that. Whatre you doing slinging shots with us then, huh?

Hey, you gotta diversify your skillset if you wanna be competitive in the job market! Zekki replied with a particularly sharklike grin. Good things come to those who hustle. I aim to be management while you mooks are all aging in your armor.

Nothin wrong with being content where you are, another of her comrades objected. I love this job. I get to stand around all day and occasionally hit people. Fuckin bliss, man.

Youve worked in retail, havent you? I asked him, earning multiple grins and a couple of laughs from the goblins.

Zui cleared her throat loudly. Right, so anyway, this means the squad is getting on the tram, everybody clear?

Yeah, that matters still left unsettled, isnt it? said Dap, turning to me.

Oh, right, that. Great.

I glanced back, past the milling humans who were staring around the tram station in varying degrees of bemusement, at the door to the chaos gripping Fallencourt outside.

Everyone was staring raptly at me, despite the fact that for most of them I was spouting a bunch of nonsense words. Even Pashilyn had lifted out of her funk somewhat to watch my face closely.

So. I am fully Japanese by blood. Legally, I have dual citizenship. Culturally

Everyone was still staring raptly at me. Suddenly I wondered why the hell Id kept talking so long about what was none of any of their damn business. I had definitely come to a subject I wasnt about to even try explaining.

thats complicated.

The wind gushed through the loaded silence for a few more seconds until Yoshi repaid the favor by rescuing me.

Thats interesting, I didnt know you could actually get dual citizenship in Japan.

Get it, no. I dont think either government grants it for any reason. But if you qualify for birthright citizenship somewhere else, theyre also not going to insist you renounce it, thatd just be a lot of paperwork and diplomatic tension for no good purpose.

Ah, gotta be born into it. I get you. He nodded. Must be pretty cool.

Yeah, it was a fucking non-stop party.

Well! Flaethwyn tossed her head, making her golden hair flutter dramatically in the wind, and I was impressed that she did it at the perfect angle to avoid having it smack her in the face. That had to have been something shed practiced. I know a bit about being a stranger in a hostile land. We have been on this miserable island for months, and Ive endured no end of harassment from the local authorities over some absurd grudge they have with my family.

Yes, and Im sure youve done absolutely nothing to provoke any of that, I said solemnly.

It goes without saying, Flaethwyn agreed, causing all three of her own party to turn incredulous stares on her and Aster to roll her eyes. But there is just no reasoning with those people! Clan Aelthwyn are the most notoriously degenerate clods in all of Fflyr Dlemathlys, everyone knows it. Im sure you must have had your share of poor experiences with the Aelthwyns, she added to Nazralind, considering you arewell, here. Thalissima in the Courts of the Yadon, as it were.

Youre not wrong there, Naz agreed. Right bunch of bastards, they are.

Honestly, something is just wrong with those people, Flaethwyn nattered on, clearly encouraged. Its just bad blood, you know. Like the seven stepdaughters of Madnat. Even among elves, there are simply some families who have something rotten in them that goes right to their brains. All the way from birth, you just cant do anything with them! I wish the King would step in. When the black lion is prowling the hedgerows, one must call upon Cadmins spear, not the branch and broom of the forlorn priestess.

Nice imagery, Naz said in a bland tone.

Oh! Forgive me, all this hullaballoo has made me forget my manners. I am Highlady Flaethwyn of Clan Adellaird.

She tried to perform a hierat I hadnt seen before, accidentally smacked Amell on the forehead, then abortively tucked her hands back into herself.

Naz smiled at her.

Aelthwyn Nazralind. Pleased tmeetcha.

I hadnt realized it was possible for a silence to be deliciously awkward, but damn if I didnt enjoy that one. Even Yoshi cringed. I felt an odd rhythmic twitching against my side that didnt match the swaying of the tram, and looked down to find Zui clutching a hand over her mouth and bouncing in place with silent laughter. And then had to instantly avert my eyes and shuffle as far as I could the other way, because she was really bouncing. Across from me, Nazralind winked with the eye that was out of Flaethwyns view.

Nobody else got a chance to break the silence, though, as that was the point at which Zekki folded in the wings and hit the brakes. The squealing of metal from above us put an end to any further conversation, and I learned Zui had not been kidding about those sparks. The metal shields on top caught them, and also I observed that the ones on the front of the car where for more than blocking the wind, but the entire tunnel lit up to both sides of us as the trams brakes sprayed sparks the whole rest of the way to Sneppits home base.

Which, in the end, was nearly as long a ride as wed had before the brakes were applied, or maybe it just felt that way due to the awkward silence and fire risk. I was no mechanic but I had a strong feeling that nothing with moving parts which were meant to be reusable should have them subjected to that kind of friction for that long. Especially if this was how the thing stopped every time.

I had to wonder if getting into this rickety contraption had been a serious mistake. Almost unbidden, the weight of Heal formed in the forefront of my mind, ready to be deployed.

It worked, though; Zekki had even got the timing right. The tram progressively decelerated, and the scream of metal gradually diminished as we lost speed and finally eased to a stop at another tram station. It wasnt exactly a smooth stop, reminding me that Zekki may have been trained as an engineer but it wasnt her main job. There was a lot of jerking the last fifty meters or so as she had to keep pumping the breaks and then releasing them to make sure we came to a halt in the right spot. If she was having this much trouble, Zui and Rhoka mustve had a really rough ride the other way.

Also a much longer one, it occurred to me. Wed gone straight to this station without halting, and the wind-powered trams could probably only go in one direction. Had they taken this thing on a complete circuit around the island to get to Fallencourt?

Whatever the case, we had arrived. This station looked smaller, with a relatively narrow platform and a broad flight of stairs the entire width of it leading up to a landing, effectively a second platform about even with the top of the tram. There were also ledges overlooking the tracks, which was relevant as those were now occupied with goblins in pink armor carrying shields and aiming slingshots at us.

In fact, there were a lot of armored goblins. Well, maybe not a lot, exactly, but more of them than there were of us. And unlike the mob wed just fought, these had matching armor, stood in formations, and were carrying weapons that had clearly been made to be weapons.

Easy, I said as Yoshi gripped the handle of his sword. These should be friends. Let Zui do the talking.

Friends, Flaethwyn scoffed to herself, but we all ignored her. Zui stood and pushed the door open, turning to nod at me.

Itll be fine. Just gimme a minute to reassure everybody before you hop out. Im sure I dont need to tell you folks are skittish today.

Yeah, I hear its been rough, I said gravely. Apparently somebody stole a tram!

She stared at me for a moment, then sighed, and hopped down.

Fortunately, the tension outside was already easing. Gizmit had gotten out before Zui, followed by Dap and Zekki, and the rest of his armored squad were emerging. We tall types were still the focus of a lot of attention through the bars, but the welcoming party had already lowered their weapons at the sight of familiar faces, and someone I assumed must be an officer had stepped forward to quietly confer with our goblin escorts.

Biribo? I murmured.

Lots of goblins, no Blessed, he replied. I dont sense any sign of an ambush or anything like that among all the activity beyond. Looks like what it is, a reasonable security precaution.

I would have said something immediately had we been walking into a trap, Yoshis little pixie said haughtily.

Id almost forgotten she was there, and now found myself grateful that she seemed to share Biribos habit of deliberately fading into the background when her input wasnt specifically needed.

Zui turned and beckoned to us, and I took the opportunity to be the first to crawl out of the car. My legs were more than a little stiff after being scrunched in there for that long, but I managed not to embarrass myself.

Well, well, boomed a feminine voice from the top of the stairs, instantly earning my respect because this was a woman who knew how to project, Im sure theres a fantastic explanation for all this.

And that was how I finally met the great Miss Sneppit.

Which meant, of course, showtime.