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  Shadows Linger

  The Second novel of The Black Company

  The Book of the North 02

  By Glen Cook

  Copyright © Glen Cook 1984

  Cover art by Keith Berdak

  First Printing: October, 1984

  This ePub edition v1.0 by Dead^Man Jan, 2011

  Mercenary soldiers in the service of the Lady, the Black Company stands against the Rebels of the White Rose. They are tough men, proud of honouring their contracts. The Lady is evil, but so, too, are those who falsely profess to follow the White Rose, reincarnation of a centuries-dead heroine. Yet now some of the Company have discovered that the mute girl they rescued and sheltered is truly the White Rose reborn. Now there may be a path to the light, even for such as they. If they can survive it.

  Contents

  Chapter One: JUNIPER

  Chapter Two: TALLY ROADSIDE

  Chapter Three: JUNIPER: THE IRON LILY

  Chapter Four: TALLY AMBUSH

  Chapter Five: JUNIPER: MARRON SHED

  Chapter Six: TALLY MIX-UP

  Chapter Seven: JUNIPER: KRAGE

  Chapter Eight: TALLY: CLOSE-UP

  Chapter Nine: JUNIPER: DEATH PAYS

  Chapter Ten: TALLY TURNAROUND

  Chapter Eleven: JUNIPER: NIGHT WORK

  Chapter Twelve: THE BARROWLAND

  Chapter Thirteen: JUNIPER: THE ENCLOSURE

  Chapter Fourteen: JUNIPER: DURETILE

  Chapter Fifteen: JUNIPER: DEATH OF A GANGSTER

  Chapter Sixteen: JUNIPER: NASTY SURPRISE

  Chapter Seventeen: JUNIPER: TRAVEL PLANS

  Chapter Eighteen: JUNIPER: BLOWING SMOKE

  Chapter Nineteen: JUNIPER: FEAR

  Chapter Twenty: JUNIPER: SHADOW TALK

  Chapter Twenty-One: JUNIPER

  Chapter Twenty-Two: JUNIPER: RUNNING SCARED

  Chapter Twenty-Three: JUNIPER: INTERROGATION

  Chapter Twenty-Four: JUNIPER: SHADOW DANCING

  Chapter Twenty-Five: JUNIPER: LOVERS

  Chapter Twenty-Six: JUNIPER: LOVERS’ PARTING

  Chapter Twenty-Seven: JUNIPER: BANISHED

  Chapter Twenty-Eight: JUNIPER: LISA

  Chapter Twenty-Nine: JUNIPER: PAYOFF

  Chapter Thirty: JUNIPER: MORE TROUBLE

  Chapter Thirty-One: JUNIPER: THE RETURN

  Chapter Thirty-Two: JUNIPER: VISITORS

  Chapter Thirty-Three: JUNIPER: THE ENCOUNTER

  Chapter Thirty-Four: JUNIPER: FLIGHT

  Chapter Thirty-Five: JUNIPER: BAD NEWS

  Chapter Thirty-Six: JUNIPER: FIREWORKS

  Chapter Thirty-Seven: JUNIPER: THE CALM

  Chapter Thirty-Eight: JUNIPER: THE STORM

  Chapter Thirty-Nine: ON THE RUN

  Chapter Forty: MEADENVIL: PATHFINDING

  Chapter Forty-One: MEADENVIL: THE SHIP

  Chapter Forty-Two: MEADENVIL: THE REFUGEE

  Chapter Forty-Three: MEADENVIL: WARM TRAIL

  Chapter Forty-Four: MEADENVIL: THE CLEARING

  Chapter Forty-Five: MEADENVIL: HOT TRAIL

  Chapter Forty-Six: MEADENVIL: TROUBLE

  Chapter Forty-Seven: THE INN: ON THE RUN

  Chapter Forty-Eight: THE INN: AMBUSH

  Chapter Forty-Nine: ON THE MOVE

  Chapter One: JUNIPER

  All men are born condemned, so the wise say. All suckle the breast of Death.

  All bow before that Silent Monarch. That Lord in Shadow lifts a finger. A feather flutters to the earth. There is no reason in His song. The good go young. The wicked prosper. He is king of the Chaos Lords, His breath stills all souls.

  We found a city dedicated to His worship, long ago, but so old now it has lost that dedication. The dark majesty of his godhead has frayed, been forgotten by all but those who stand in his shadow. But Juniper faced a more immediate fear, a specter from yesteryear leaking into the present upon a height overlooking the city. And because of that the Black Company went there, to that strange city far beyond the bounds of the Lady’s empire.... But this is not the beginning. In the beginning we were far away. Only two old friends and a handful of men we would meet later stood nose-to-nose with the shadow.

  Chapter Two: TALLY ROADSIDE

  The children’s heads popped from the weeds like groundhog heads. They watched the approaching soldiers. The boy whispered, “Must be a thousand of them.” The column stretched back and back. The dust it raised drifted up the face of a far hill. The creak and jangle of harness grew ever louder.

  The day was hot. The children were sweating. Their thoughts lingered on a nearby brook and a dip in a pool they had found there. But they had been set to watch the road. Rumor said the Lady meant to break the renascent Rebel movement in Tally province.

  And here her soldiers came. Closer now. Grim, hard-looking men. Veterans. Easily old enough to have helped create the disaster which had befallen the Rebel six years ago, claiming, among a quarter million men, their father.

  “It’s them!” the boy gasped. Fear and awe filled his voice. Grudging admiration edged it. “That’s the Black Company.”

  The girl was no student of the enemy. “How do you know?”

  The boy indicated a bear of a man on a big roan. He had silvery hair. His bearing said he was accustomed to command. “That’s the one they call the Captain. The little black one beside him would be the wizard called One-Eye. See his hat?

  That’s how you tell. The ones behind them must be Elmo and the Lieutenant.”

  “Are any of the Taken with them?” The girl rose higher, for a better look. “Where are the other famous ones?” She was the younger. The boy, at ten, already considered himself a soldier of the White Rose. He yanked his sister down. “Stupid! Want them to see you?” “So what if they do?” The boy sneered. She had believed their uncle Neat when he had said that the enemy would not harm children. The boy hated his uncle. The man had no guts.

  Nobody pledged to the White Rose had any guts. They just played at fighting the Lady. The most daring thing they did was ambush the occasional courier. At least the enemy had courage. They had seen what they had been sent to see. He touched the girl’s wrist. “Let’s go.” They scurried through the weeds, toward the wooded creek bank.

  A shadow lay upon their path. They looked up and went pale. Three horsemen stared down at them. The boy gaped. Nobody could have slipped up unheard. “Goblin!” The small, frog-faced man in the middle grinned. “At your service, laddy-boy.”

  The boy was terrified, but his mind remained functional. He shouted, “Run!” If one of them could escape....

  Goblin made a circular gesture. Pale pink fire tangled his fingers. He made a throwing motion. The boy fell, fighting invisible bonds like a fly caught in a spider’s web. His sister whimpered a dozen feet away.

  “Pick them up,” Goblin told his companions. “They should tell an interesting tale.”

  Chapter Three: JUNIPER: THE IRON LILY

  The Lily stands on Floral Lane in the heart of the Buskin, Juniper’s worst slum, where the taste of death floats on every tongue and men value life less than they do an hour of warmth or a decent meal. Its front sags against its neighbor to the right, clinging for support like one of its own drunken patrons. Its rear cants in the opposite direction. Its bare wood siding sports leprous patches of grey rot. Its windows are boarded with scraps and chinked with rags. Its roof boasts gaps through which the wind howls and bites when it blows off the Wolander Mountains. There, even on a summer’s day, the glaciers twinkle like distant veins of silver.

  Sea winds are little better. They bring a chill damp which gnaws the bones and sends ice floes scampering across the harbor.

  The shaggy arms of the Wolanders reach seaward, flanking the River Port, forming cupped hands which hold the city and h
arbor. The city straddles the river, creeping up the heights on both sides.

  Wealth rises in Juniper, scrambling up and away from the river. The people of the Buskin, when they lift their eyes from their misery, see the homes of the wealthy above, noses in the air, watching one another across the valley.

  Higher still, crowning the ridges, are two castles. On the southern height stands Duretile, hereditary bastion of the Dukes of Juniper. Duretile is in scandalous disrepair. Most every structure in Juniper is.

  Below Duretile lies the devotional heart of Juniper, the Enclosure, beneath which lie the Catacombs. There half a hundred generations rest, awaiting the Day of Passage, guarded by the Custodians of the Dead. On the north ridge stands an incomplete fortress called, simply, the black castle. Its architecture is alien. Grotesque monsters leer from its battlements. Serpents writhe in frozen agonies upon its walls. There are no joints in the obsidian-like material. And the place is growing.

  The people of Juniper ignore the castle’s existence, its growth. They do not want to know what is happening up there. Seldom do they have time to pause in their struggle for survival to lift their eyes that high.

  Chapter Four: TALLY AMBUSH

  I drew a seven, spread, discarded a trey, and stared at a lone ace. To my left, Pawnbroker muttered, “That did it. He’s down to a rock.”

  I eyed him curiously. “What makes you say that?”

  He drew, cursed, discarded. “You get a face like a corpse when you’ve got it cold, Croaker. Even your eyes.”

  Candy drew, cursed, discarded a five. “He’s right, Croaker. You get so unreadable you’re readable. Come on, Otto.”

  Otto stared at his hand, then at the pile, as though he could conjure victory from the jaws of defeat. He drew. “Shit.” He discarded his draw, a royal card. I showed them my ace and raked in my winnings.

  Candy stared over my shoulder while Otto gathered the cards. His eyes were hard and cold. “What?” I asked.

  “Our host is working up his courage. Looking for a way to get out and warn them.”

  I turned. So did the others. One by one the tavern-keeper and his customers dropped their gazes and shrank into themselves. All but the tall, dark man seated alone in shadows near the fireplace. He winked and lifted a mug, as if in salute. I scowled. His response was a smile.

  Otto dealt.

  “One hundred ninety-three,” I said.

  Candy frowned. “Damn you, Croaker,” he said, without emotion. I had been counting hands. They were perfect ticks of the clocks of our lives as brothers of the Black Company. I had played over ten thousand hands since the battle at Charm. Only the gods themselves know how many I played before I started keeping track.

  “Think they got wind of us?” Pawnbroker asked. He was edgy. Waiting does that.

  “I don’t see how.” Candy arrayed his hand with exaggerated care. A dead giveaway. He had something hot. I reexamined mine. Twenty-one. Probably get burned, but the best way to stop him.... I went down. “Twenty-one.”

  Otto sputtered. “You son-of-a-bitch.” He laid down a hand strong for going low. But it added to twenty-two because of one royal card. Candy had three nines, an ace and a trey. Grinning, I raked it in again.

  “You win this one, we’re going to check your sleeves,” Pawnbroker grumbled. I collected the cards and started shuffling.

  The back door hinges squealed. Everyone froze, stared at the kitchen door. Men stirred beyond it.

  “Madle! Where the hell are you?”

  The tavern-keeper looked at Candy, agonized. Candy cued him. The taverner called, “Out here, Neat.”

  Candy whispered, “Keep playing.” I started dealing.

  A man of forty came from the kitchen. Several others followed. All wore dappled green. They had bows across their backs. Neat said, “They must’ve got the kids. I don’t know how, but....” He saw something in Madle’s eyes. “What’s the matter?”

  We had Madle sufficiently intimidated. He did not give us away.

  Staring at my cards, I drew my spring tube. My companions did likewise. Pawnbroker discarded the card he had drawn, a deuce. He usually tries to go low. His play betrayed his nervousness.

  Candy snagged the discard and spread an ace-deuce-trey run. He discarded an eight.

  One of Neat’s companions whined, “I told you we shouldn’t send kids.” It sounded like breathing life into an old argument.

  “I don’t need any I-told-you-so,” Neat growled. “Madle, I spread the word for a meeting. We’ll have to scatter the outfit.”

  “We don’t know nothing for sure, Neat,” another green man said. “You know kids.”

  “You’re fooling yourself. The Lady’s hounds are on our trail.”

  The whiner said, “I told you we shouldn’t hit those....” He fell silent, realizing, a moment too late, that strangers were present, that the regulars all looked ghastly.

  Neat went for his sword.

  There were nine of them, if you counted Madle and some customers who got involved. Candy overturned the card table. We tripped the catches on our spring tubes. Four poisoned darts snapped across the common room. We drew swords.

  It lasted only seconds.

  “Everybody all right?” Candy asked.

  “Got a scratch,” Otto said. I checked it. Nothing to worry about.

  “Back behind the bar, friend,” Candy told Madle, whom he had spared. “The rest of you, get this place straightened up. Pawnbroker, watch them. They even think about getting out of line, kill them.”

  “What do I do with the bodies?”

  “Throw them down the well.”

  I righted the table again, sat down, unfolded a sheet of paper. Sketched upon it was the chain of command of the insurgents in Tally. I blacked out NEAT. It stood at mid-level. “Madle,” I said. “Come here.”

  The barkeep approached with the eagerness of a dog to a whipping.

  “Take it easy. You’ll get through this all right. If you cooperate. Tell me who those men were.”

  He hemmed and hawed. Predictably.

  “Just names,” I said. He looked at the paper, frowning. He could not read. “Madle? Be a tight place to swim, down a well with a bunch of bodies.”

  He gulped, surveyed the room. I glanced at the man near the fireplace. He hadn’t moved during the encounter. Even now he watched with apparent indifference.

  Madle named names.

  Some were on my list and some were not. Those that were not I assumed to be spear carriers. Tally had been well and reliably scouted.

  The last corpse went out. I gave Madle a small gold piece. He goggled. His customers regarded him with unfriendly eyes. I grinned. “For services rendered.”

  Madle blanched, stared at the coin. It was a kiss of death. His patrons would think he had helped set the ambush. “Gotcha,” I whispered. “Want to get out of this alive?”

  He looked at me in fear and hatred. “Who the hell are you guys?” he demanded in a harsh whisper.

  “The Black Company, Madle. The Black Company.”

  I don’t know how he managed, but he went even whiter.

  Chapter Five: JUNIPER: MARRON SHED

  The day was cold and grey and damp, still, misty, and sullen. Conversation in the Iron Lily consisted of surly monosyllables uttered before a puny fire.

  Then the drizzle came, drawing the curtains of the world in tight. Brown and grey shapes hunched dispiritedly along the grubby, muddy street. It was a day ripped full-grown from the womb of despair. Inside the Lily, Marron Shed looked up from his mug-wiping. Keeping the dust off, he called it. Nobody was using his shoddy stoneware because nobody was buying his cheap, sour wine. Nobody could afford it.

  The Lily stood on the south side of Floral Lane. Shed’s counter faced the doorway, twenty feet deep into the shadows of the common room. A herd of tiny tables, each with its brood of rickety stools, presented a perilous maze for the customer coming out of sunlight. A half-dozen roughly cut support pillars formed additional obstacles.
The ceiling beams were too low for a tall man. The boards of the floor were cracked and warped and creaky, and anything spilled ran downhill.

  The walls were decorated with old-time odds and ends and curios left by customers which had no meaning for anyone entering today. Marron Shed was too lazy to dust them or take them down.

  The common room Led around the end of his counter, past the fireplace, near which the best tables stood. Beyond the fireplace, in the deepest shadows, a yard from the kitchen door, lay the base of the stair to the rooming floors.

  Into that darksome labyrinth came a small, weasely man. He carried a bundle of wood scraps. “Shed? Can I?”

  “Hell. Why not, Asa? We’ll all benefit.” The fire had dwindled to a bank of grey ash.

  Asa scuttled to the fireplace. The group there parted surlily. Asa settled beside Shed’s mother. Old June was blind. She could not tell who he was. He placed his bundle before him and started stirring the coals.

  “Nothing down to the docks today?” Shed asked.

  Asa shook his head. “Nothing came in. Nothing going out. They only had five jobs. Unloading wagons. People were fighting over them.”

  Shed nodded. Asa was no fighter. Asa was not fond of honest labor, either. “Darling, one draft for Asa.” Shed gestured as he spoke. His serving girl picked up the battered mug and took it to the fire.

  Shed did not like the little man. He was a sneak, a thief, a liar, a mooch, the sort who would sell his sister for a couple of copper gersh. He was a whiner and complainer and coward. But he had become a project for Shed, who could have used a little charity himself. Asa was one of the homeless Shed let sleep on the common room floor whenever they brought wood for the fire. Letting the homeless have the floor did not put money into the coin box, but it did assure some warmth for June’s arthritic bones.

  Finding free wood in Juniper in winter was harder than finding work. Shed was amused by Asa’s determination to avoid honest employment.

  The fire’s crackle killed the stillness. Shed put his grimy rag aside. He stood behind his mother, hands to the heat. His fingernails began aching. He hadn’t realized how cold he was.

 

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