Sign of chaos

«Not in so many words,» he admitted. «But whether it's a small delay or the big one, what difference does it make? The point is, what if Jurt goes through with the ritual and succeeds in obtaining the powers he's after before we can do anything about it? And supposing I'm not around right then to give you a hand?»

«That's a lot of supposing.» I said.

«That's what separates us from the losers, man. Nice cloak.»

He moved toward the door, glanced back at me, at Jasra.

«Okay,» I said. «You go down there, Dalt cuts off your head and uses it for a football, then Jurt shows up ten feet tall and farting fire. I'm supposing. How does that separate us from the losers?»

He stepped out into the hall. I followed him, snapping my fingers again, leaving Jasra to the darkness.

«It's a matter of knowing your options,» he told me, as I secured the door.

I fell into step beside him as he headed back down the hall.

«A person who acquires that kind of power also picks up a vulnerability, by way of its source,» he said.

«What dows that mean?» I asked.

«Specifically, I don't know,» he told me. «But the power in the Keep can be used against a person who is empowered by the Keep. I learned that much in Sharu's notes. But Mom took them away before I read them all, and I never saw them again. Never trust - that's her motto. I think.»

«You're saying…?»

«I'm saying that if something happens to me and he comes up a winner in this game, I believe she knows some special way of destroying him.»

«Oh.»

«I'm also pretty sure that she'll have to be asked very nicely.»

«Somehow, I think I already knew that.»

He gave a humorless chuckle.

«So you tell her that I've ended the vendetta, that I'm satisfied, and then offer her the citadel in return for her help.»

«What if she says that's not enough?»

«Hell! Turn her back into a coatrack then! It's not as if the guy can't be killed. My dad still died with an arrow through his throat, despite his fancy powers. A deathstroke is still a deathstroke. It's just that delivering it to a guy like that is a lot harder.»

«You really think that'll be enough?» I said.

He halted and looked at me, frowning.

«She'll argue, but of course she'll agree,» he said. «It'll be a step up in the world. And she'll want revenge on Mask as much as that piece of her former holdings. But to answer your question, don't trust her. No matter what she promises, she'll never be happy with less than she had before. She'll be scheming. She'll be a good ally till the job's done. Then you've got to think about protecting yourself against her. Unless…»

«Unless what?»

«Unless I come up with something to sweeten the pot.»

«Like what?»

«I don't know yet. But don't lift that spell until things are definitely settled between Dalt and me. Okay?»

He resumed walking.

«Wait a minute,» I said «What are you planning?»

«Nothing special,» he answered. «Like I told the queen, I'm just goint go play things by ear.»

«I sometimes get the feeling you're as devious as you make her out to be,» I said.

«I hope so,» he replied. «But there's a difference. I'm honest.»

«I don't know that I'd buy a used car from you, Luke.»

«Every deal I make is special,» he said, «and for you it's always top of the line.»

I glanced at him, saw that he kept his expressioin under control.

«What else can I say?» he added, indicating the sitting room with a quick gesture.

«Nothing, now,» I answered, and we entered there.

Vialle turned her head in our direction as we came in, her expression as unreadable as Luke's.

«I take it you are properly attired now?» she asked.

«I am indeed,» he answered.

«Then let's be about this,» she said, raising her left hand, which I saw to contain a Trump. «Come over here, please.»

Luke approached her and I followed him. I could see then that it was Julian's Trump that she held.

«Place your hand upon mu shoulder,» she told him.

«All right.»

He did, and she reached, found Julian and began speaking to him. Shortly, Luke was party to the conversation, explaining what he intended to do. I overheard Vialle saying that the plan had her approval.

Moments later I saw Luke raise his free hand and extend it. I also saw the shadowy figure of Julian reaching forward, though I was not part of the Trump nexus. This was because I had summoned my Logrus Sight and had become sensitive to such things. I needed it for the timing, not wanting Luke whisked away before I could move.

I let my hand fall upon his shoulder and I moved forward as he did.

«Merlin! What are you doing?» I heard Vialle call.

«I'd like to see what happens,» I said. «I'll come right home when things are concluded,» and the rainbow gate closed behind me.

We stood within the flickering of oil lamps inside a large tent. From outside, I couild hear the wind and the sounds of stirring branches. Julian stood facing us. He let Luke's hand fall and regarded him without expression.

«So you are Caine's killer,» he said.

«I am,» Luke replied.