"What's happening?" Winger asked.

"You don't really want to know." Old Man Tate had his tools with him. I kept easing toward the road, hoping I wouldn't catch anyone's eye. "That old man there. His niece was the one the Serpent's thugs hit by mistake." I wondered how much he'd spent to arrange this encounter I wondered how much had been engineered and how much was pure luck. I didn't have any urge to go ask. Uncle Willard might decide it was a fine time to uncomplicate Tinnie's life by removing her favorite ex-Marine.

The Serpent screamed.

"You going to do something?"

"Yeah. Get my dearly beloved ass out of here. Too many people with their blood up in this neighborhood. I'm going to go home and lock myself in for a month, then I'll start trying to figure out what the hell became of that damned Book of Shadows."

I had an idea. It weighed five hundred pounds and was mad as a hatter. Process of elimination. Everybody else who had the slightest interest didn't have the book. Therefore, Easterman did or knew where it was. Maybe he wanted the excitement to settle down some before he started playing Fido the Terrible.

The Serpent had one hell of a set of lungs. She howled steadily. I didn't look back.

I'd make my peace with me about that later. After I got used to the idea of still being healthy.

46

Six hundred yards southwest of Chodo's gate the road to TunFaire crosses a small stone bridge over the creek that supports the woodlot where the Tates had waited in ambush. A pair of unsavory sorts were perched on the sides of that bridge. Seedy morCartha inhabited the trees overhead, for once uncontentious. Presumably they belonged to the same tribe, perhaps the same family.

The shorter character stood, dusted his seat, gave me a big smile filled with pointy dark-elf teeth. "Everything come out, Garrett?" He was a handsome devil.

I kept cool Cucumber Garrett, they call me icicles for bones. "You see before you the infamous Morley Dotes," I told Winger. Obviously, he wanted me to ply him with questions. I didn't. I'd show him. I'd spoil his whole day.

"He sure don't look like much.

"That's what the girls all say."

Saucerhead, still seated, grinned, spat into the creek. He glanced upstream. "Some excitement, huh?"

"Routine. They never had a chance once I got rolling. I'd love to hang around and swap lies, but I haven't had my breakfast."

Saucerhead got up. He and Morley tagged along after us. Dotes sounded wounded when he said, "Routine? Your tail was an inch short of going down for the last time all the way. If I hadn't had you covered every step..."

Saucerhead told me, "We hired these morCartha to watch and report so we could jump in if you got in too deep."

"Oh. It was you guys that got me away from Chodo's kidnappers and that thunder-lizard?"

Morley hemmed and hawed. "You know the morCartha. Short attention spans. They kind of lost you that time. But your luck held. We were on you the rest of the time."

"Maybe half the time," Saucerhead admitted. "Well, maybe a quarter of the time. People got to sleep some."

"My pals," I told Winger. "They look out for me."

"Hey," Morley protested. "Don't be that way. I set it up so it came out in the end, didn't I?"

"I don't know. Did you?"

Morley isn't one to blow his own horn, not any louder than the trumps of doom, anyway, so he let Saucerhead explain. Seems Morley smelled something in the wind early, something that would get me and Chodo butting heads. He'd stopped hiding and sulking over Chodo's having commandeered his place, had made arrangements. He'd gotten in touch with most everyone looking for the book and offered to become their warlord. Gnorst's bunch had no practical experience hunting and fighting. Likewise the Tates. And his reputation was dark enough to endear him to the witch's gang. Naturally, he'd gotten all parties to pay him in advance. Then he'd nudged everybody together for the final free-for-all.

"I thought it was pretty slick,' Morley grumbled.

"Yeah," Saucerhead said. "Way it came out, it even halfway solved the morCartha problem." He looked around to see if any hired hands were following. They'd lost interest. He was relieved.

Morley chuckled. "Don't worry about them. They're back there cleaning out Chodo's place."

I didn't have much to say. Let Morley think he'd covered me. He was a friend, sort of, and he'd tried. I guess it was his morCartha I'd sensed when I'd had that feeling of being watched. It had been him and Tharpe and the Tates in the boat that had followed me and Winger up the river. Let him think what he wanted. I was sure his contribution didn't mean much. Things couldn't have turned out much different, the nature of the greedy beast being what it is.

As we entered the city I asked Winger, "You still on Fido's payroll? I still have to go after that book."

"I don't think so." She was puffing.

I chuckled. "Want we should stop somewhere, get you a mule?"

"For what?" She did a good puzzled look.

"So you don't collapse. You must be lugging a hundred pounds of loot. I was amazed you kept up when we were chasing the Serpent."

She got huffy but denied nothing.

Hell, she clanked when she moved.

Morley was thoughtful. He observed, "We may be in for interesting times, what with the kingpin's spot up for grabs."

"Crask and Sadler are smarter than they act. Who could challenge them?"

"Each other."

Winger eyed him hard. "Is he that naive, Garrett?" I skipped answering because I'd figured those two out only recently myself. "Power changes people. Some get greedy."

"They're going to worry about the world, not each other."

"Whatever," Morley said. And: "All's well that ends well." We were in the Safety Zone then. "I've got to go see if I have a place left."

"Yeah," Saucerhead said "I better check in with Molly. She maybe might be a little worried. I never let her know what was up."

As he headed for his place a flight of thunder-lizards swept over. Only the pigeons got excited. Folk in the street scarcely noticed. That was TunFaire. Anything can happen so everyone gets used to everything quickly.

Winger clanked a little closer. She looked as bad as I felt. "Your friend was right. All's well that ends well."

"But this isn't over. I haven't taken care of that damned Book of Shadows."

"Let's get some shut-eye first, though. Eh?"

"I could handle a few weeks of that." I didn't have much energy left but there were loose ends. Tinnie. Carla Lindo. The book. Maybe Fido Easterman. Not to mention Crask and Sadler. But I couldn't concentrate on them. With home and bed so near, I was fading fast.

So. Trudge trudge, drag drag, off Wizard's Reach into Macunado Street... "Oh, hell! Now what?" I drifted over and parked the back of my lap on a neighbor's steps.

There was a crowd in front of my place, oohing and ahing. But the attraction wasn't anything as commonplace as flying thunder-lizards.

A huge character in star-spangled black floated twenty feet above the street, twisting and spinning and making motions like he was trying to swim. He didn't get anywhere. Fido Easterman.

He spotted Winger, started bellowing like a potato auctioneer.

I dragged myself to my feet, ambled closer. I noted that Fido's whole gang was with him, though no one else was airborne. The rest were in the street, stiff as hardened leather. Some, caught in midstride, had toppled.

"What the hell?" Winger said. "What the hell?"

"He pissed the Dead Man off somehow."

There were ogres on my stoop, also rigid. My door was open. Busted open. No wonder Old Bones was peckish.

I didn't hurt myself getting in a hurry. The Dead Man had it under control. I slithered through the crowd, stopped to eyeball Easterman.