Part 38 (1/2)

”Fine,” I said.

”Lara wished me to tell you what to expect,” Justine said, dark eyes intent. ”Right now, Lord Skavis is below, calling for an end to any plans for negotiations with the Council, citing the work of his son as an ill.u.s.tration of the profit of continuing hostilities.”

”His son son?” I said.

Justine grimaced and nodded. ”The agent you slew was the heir apparent of House Skavis.”

Mouse might have been the one to do the actual killing, but the Accords regarded him as a mere weapon, like a gun. I was the one who had pulled the trigger. ”Who is in charge of Malvora?”

”Lady Cesarina Malvora,” Justine said, giving me a smile of approval. ”Whose son Vittorio will be quite insulted by Lord Skavis's lies about all the hard work he he and Madrigal Raith did.” and Madrigal Raith did.”

I nodded. ”When does Lara want me to make my entrance?”

”She told me that you would know best,” Justine said.

”Right,” I said. ”Take me to where I can hear them talking, then.”

”That's going to be a problem,” Justine said. ”They're speaking Ancient Etruscan. I can follow enough of it to give you an idea what-”

”It isn't a problem,” I said.

Is it? I thought toward Lasciel's shadow.

Naturally not, my host, came the ghostly reply.

Groovy, I thought. Thanks, Lash Thanks, Lash.

A startled second pa.s.sed. Then she replied, You are welcome. You are welcome.

”Just get me to where I can hear them,” I told Justine.

”This way,” she replied at once, and hurried on down the pa.s.sage, stopping not twenty feet shy of the main cavern. Even so close, I could see very little of the cavern beyond-though I could hear voices raised in speech that sounded strange and sibilant in my ears and English in my head.

”... the very heart of the matter,” a rolling ba.s.so voice orated. ”That the mortal freaks and their ilk stand on the brink of destruction. Now is the time to tighten our grip and neuter the kine once and for all.” Lord Skavis, I presumed.

A strong and lazily confident baritone answered the speaker, and I recognized the voice of the remains of the creature who had killed my mother at once. ”My dear Skavis,” answered Lord Raith, the White King, ”I can hardly say that I find the notion of a neutered humanity entirely appealing.”

There was a round of silvery laughter, men and women alike. It rippled through the air and brushed against me like an idly ardent lover. I stood fast until it had gone by. Ramirez had to rest a hand on the wall to keep his balance. Justine swayed like a reed, her eyes fluttering shut and then opening again.

Skavis's deep voice resumed. ”Your personal amus.e.m.e.nts and preferences aside, my King, the freaks' biggest weakness has always been the length of time it took them to develop their skills to the most formidable levels. For the first time in history, we have degraded or neutralized their many advantages altogether, partly due to the fortunes of war, and partly thanks to the resourcefulness of the kine in developing their arts in travel and communication. The House of Skavis has proven that we stand holding an unprecedented opportunity to crush the freaks and bring the kine under control at last. Only a fool would allow it to slip between his impotent fingers. My King.”

”Only a fool,” came a strident woman's voice, ”would make such a pathetic claim.”

”The Crown,” Raith interjected, ”recognizes Cesarina, the Lady Malvora.”

”Thank you, my King,” Lady Malvora said. ”While I cannot help but admire my Lord Skavis's audacity, I fear that I have no choice but to cut short his attempt to steal glory not his own from the honorable House of Malvora.”

Raith's voice remained amused. ”This should be interesting. By all means, elaborate, dear Cesarina.”

”Thank you, my King. My son, Vittorio, was on the scene and will explain.”

A male voice, flat and a little nasal, spoke up, and I recognized Grey Cloak's accent at once. ”My lord, the deaths inflicted upon the freakishly blooded kine indeed happened as Lord Skavis describes. But in fact, it was no agent of his House who accomplished this deed. If, as he claims, his son accomplished it, then where is he? Why has he not come forward to bear testimony in person?”

The words fell on what I could only describe as a glowering silence. If Lord Skavis was anything like the rest of the Whites I'd met, Vittorio needed to bury him fast, or spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder.

”Then who did accomplish this fell act of warfare?” Raith asked, his tone mild.

Vittorio spoke again, and I could just imagine the way his chest must have puffed out. ”I did, my King, with the a.s.sistance of Madrigal of the House of Raith.”

Raith's voice gained an edge of anger. ”This, despite the fact that a cessation of hostilities has been declared, pending the discussion of an armistice.”

”What is done is done, my King,” Lady Malvora interjected. ”My dear friend Lord Skavis was correct in this fact: The freaks are weak. Now is the time to finish finish them-now and forever. Not to allow them time to regain their feet.” them-now and forever. Not to allow them time to regain their feet.”

”Despite the fact that the White King thinks otherwise?”

I could hear Lady Malvora's smile. ”Many things change, O King.”

There was a booming sound, maybe a fist slamming down onto the arm of a throne. ”This does not. You have violated my commands and undermined my policies. That is treason, Cesarina.”

”Is it, O King?” Lady Malvora shot back. ”Or is it treason to our very blood to show mercy to an enemy who is upon the brink of defeat?”

”I would be willing to forgive excessive zeal, Cesarina,” Raith snarled. ”I am less inclined to tolerate the stupidity behind this mindless provocation.”

Cold, mocking laughter fell on a sudden, dead silence. ”Stupidity? In what way, O weak and aged King? In what way are the deaths of the kine anything but sweetness to the senses, balm to the Hunger?” The quality of her voice changed, as if she changed her facing in the cavern. I could imagine her turning to address the audience, scorn ringing in her tone. ”We are strong, and the strong do as they wish. Who shall call us to task for it, O King? You?”

If that wasn't a straight line, my name isn't Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden.

I lifted my staff and slammed it down on the floor, forcing an effort of will through it to focus the energy of the blow into a far smaller area than the end of the staff. It struck the stone floor, shattering a chunk the size of a big dinner platter with a detonation almost indistinguishable from thunder. Another effort of will sent a rolling wave of silent fire, no more than five or six inches high, down the tunnel floor, in a red carpet of my very own.

I strode down it, Ramirez beside me, the fire rolling back away from our feet as we went, boots striking the stone together. We entered the cavern and found it packed with pale and startled beings, the entire place a wash of beautiful faces and gorgeous wardrobes-except for twenty feet around the entrance, where everyone had hurried away from the blazing herald of our presence.

I ignored everything, scanning the room until I found Grey Cloak, aka Vittorio Malvora, standing next to Madrigal Raith not thirty feet away. The murdering b.a.s.t.a.r.ds were staring at us, mouths open in shock.

”Vittorio Malvora!” I called, my voice ringing with wrath in the echoing cavern. ”Madrigal Raith! I am Harry Dresden, Warden of the White Council of Wizards. Under the Unseelie Accords, I accuse you of murder in a time of peace, and challenge you, here and now, before these witnesses, to trial by combat.” I slammed my staff down again in another shock of thunder, and h.e.l.lfire flooded the runes of the staff. ”To the death.” death.”

Utter silence fell on the Deeps.

d.a.m.n, there ain't nothing like a good entrance.

CHAPTER Thirty-Seven

”Empty night,” Madrigal swore, in English, his eyes wide. ”This isn't happening.”

I showed him my teeth and replied quietly in the same tongue. ”Time to pay the piper, p.r.i.c.k.”

Vitto Malvora turned his head to look over his shoulder at a tiny woman no more than five feet tall, dressed in a white gown more like a toga than anything else. She was curved like the Greek G.o.ddesses the gown made her resemble. Her face was a stark, frozen mask.