Skin Game
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Anna Valmont moved to my side and said quietly, Look.
I looked.
Deirdres corpse stirred.
No, that wasnt right. There was movement at the corpse, but the body wasnt moving. Instead, a faint, silvery glow seemed to begin radiating from it. Then there was motion, and the glow coalesced into a humanoid shape, which after a moment refined itself into a translucent silvery shade in the shape of Deirdre. She sat up from the corpse, separating herself from it, and rose to her feet. She turned and paused, frowning down at the body, and then lifted her own hand and stared at it.
Behind her, the same silvery glow that had surrounded the body began to suffuse the solid stone image of an archway carved in the next wall. It spread to the edges of the carving where a silvery translucent lever appeared, in the same place the lever had been on the previous two gates.
Deirdres shade turned to look at her father. She smiled, sadly. Then she turned and drifted over to the lever. She wrapped ghostly hands around it and pulled it slowly down. The light in the stone intensified, becoming brighter and brighter, until there was a flash and it was gone, taking Deirdres shade and the stone alike with it, leaving an open archway in their place.
Light poured from the archway.
Golden light.
Ladies and gentlemen, Nicodemus said, his voice calm, we have done it.
Forty
I just stood there for a moment, still stunned at what Nicodemus had done.
I tried to think of what would have to happen to motivate me to do something like that to Maggie. And it just didnt click. There was nothing, nothing on earth I wouldnt do to protect my child.
But you were willing to cut her mothers throat, werent you? said a bitter little voice inside me. Are you any better?
Yeah. I was better. What Id done to Susan had been at least partly her choice, too, and wed done it to save Maggie and by extension the tens or hundreds of thousands or millions of victims the Red Court would have claimed in the future.
Nicodemus had consigned his daughter to death for what? A room welling up with a golden glow that . . .
Okay.
Im not what most people think of as a greedy sort of guy, but . . .
All of us rolled forward a few steps, toward that golden light. Even Michael.
Thats it, Anna Valmont said quietly.
Ascher swallowed, and let out a nervous little laugh. What do you think is in there?
Fortune and glory, kid, I said. Fortune and glory.
Dresden, Ascher, Nicodemus said. Check the way in for any further magical defenses. Valmont, watch for mechanical booby traps. The Genoskwa will accompany you and intercede should any guardian appear.
I thought once we were through the three gates, we were in the clear, I said.
My specific information, beyond here, is limited to inventory, Nicodemus said. It is at this pointthat I had assumed the intervention of more mythic forces, if they were to be had.
Hes right, Valmont said. You never assume youre in the clear until youve gotten the goods, gotten away, and gotten liquid.
Michael, I said, come with. Just in case theres anything big, bad, and smelly that tries to kill me.
The Genoskwa let out an almost absentminded growl. His beady eyes gleamed reflected golden light.
Of course, Michael said. He carried Amoracchius at port arms, across the front of his body, grasping the blade lightly in one gloved hand with the other on the handle, rather than sheathing it.
Grey, Nicodemus said, watch the rear. If you see anything coming, warn us.
Going to be hard to collect my loot from out here, Grey said.
Ill spell you once I have the Grail.
Grey nodded, albeit reluctantly. All right.
Dresden, Nicodemus said.
I took point, with Ascher on my right hand and Valmont on my left. Michael and the Genoskwa followed, a pair of mismatched bookends, though I noted that the Genoskwa was not making threatening noises or gestures at the wielder of Amoracchius. The Swords have a way of inspiring that kind of wariness in true villains.
I shook my head and focused on the task at hand, moving forward slowly, my magical senses extended, searching for any hint of wards, spells, or energies or entities unknown. Beside me, I could feel Ascher doing the same thing, though my sense of her was that she was tuned in on a slightly different bandwidth than I was, magically speaking. She was hunting for more subtle traps, illusions, psychic land mines. She wouldnt be able to detect as many things as I would, but she would probably be better at spotting what she was looking for. Valmont had removed an old-style incandescent flashlight from her bag, one that was unlikely to fail in our presence unless some serious magical energy started flying. She shone it carefully, slowly on the ground and sweeping the walls ahead of us, watching for the shadows cast by trip wires, or pressure plates, or whatever other fiendish things she would probably know all about finding.
We crossed to the arch, one slow step at a time, and then into the tunnel. I strained my senses to their utmost.
Nothing.
And then we were in Hades vault.
. . . it . . .
. . . uh . . .
Imagine Smaugs treasure hoard. Now imagine Smaug with crippling levels of obsessive-compulsive disorder and fanatic good taste.
Its a pale description, and in no way a substitute for seeing it in person, but its the best I can do, except to say that looking upon Hades treasure vault made me feel like a dirty, grubby rat who had gnawed his way into the pantry. And my heart lurched into thunder. And Im reasonably certain the pupils of my eyes vanished, to be replaced by dollar signs.
I looked.
Deirdres corpse stirred.
No, that wasnt right. There was movement at the corpse, but the body wasnt moving. Instead, a faint, silvery glow seemed to begin radiating from it. Then there was motion, and the glow coalesced into a humanoid shape, which after a moment refined itself into a translucent silvery shade in the shape of Deirdre. She sat up from the corpse, separating herself from it, and rose to her feet. She turned and paused, frowning down at the body, and then lifted her own hand and stared at it.
Behind her, the same silvery glow that had surrounded the body began to suffuse the solid stone image of an archway carved in the next wall. It spread to the edges of the carving where a silvery translucent lever appeared, in the same place the lever had been on the previous two gates.
Deirdres shade turned to look at her father. She smiled, sadly. Then she turned and drifted over to the lever. She wrapped ghostly hands around it and pulled it slowly down. The light in the stone intensified, becoming brighter and brighter, until there was a flash and it was gone, taking Deirdres shade and the stone alike with it, leaving an open archway in their place.
Light poured from the archway.
Golden light.
Ladies and gentlemen, Nicodemus said, his voice calm, we have done it.
Forty
I just stood there for a moment, still stunned at what Nicodemus had done.
I tried to think of what would have to happen to motivate me to do something like that to Maggie. And it just didnt click. There was nothing, nothing on earth I wouldnt do to protect my child.
But you were willing to cut her mothers throat, werent you? said a bitter little voice inside me. Are you any better?
Yeah. I was better. What Id done to Susan had been at least partly her choice, too, and wed done it to save Maggie and by extension the tens or hundreds of thousands or millions of victims the Red Court would have claimed in the future.
Nicodemus had consigned his daughter to death for what? A room welling up with a golden glow that . . .
Okay.
Im not what most people think of as a greedy sort of guy, but . . .
All of us rolled forward a few steps, toward that golden light. Even Michael.
Thats it, Anna Valmont said quietly.
Ascher swallowed, and let out a nervous little laugh. What do you think is in there?
Fortune and glory, kid, I said. Fortune and glory.
Dresden, Ascher, Nicodemus said. Check the way in for any further magical defenses. Valmont, watch for mechanical booby traps. The Genoskwa will accompany you and intercede should any guardian appear.
I thought once we were through the three gates, we were in the clear, I said.
My specific information, beyond here, is limited to inventory, Nicodemus said. It is at this pointthat I had assumed the intervention of more mythic forces, if they were to be had.
Hes right, Valmont said. You never assume youre in the clear until youve gotten the goods, gotten away, and gotten liquid.
Michael, I said, come with. Just in case theres anything big, bad, and smelly that tries to kill me.
The Genoskwa let out an almost absentminded growl. His beady eyes gleamed reflected golden light.
Of course, Michael said. He carried Amoracchius at port arms, across the front of his body, grasping the blade lightly in one gloved hand with the other on the handle, rather than sheathing it.
Grey, Nicodemus said, watch the rear. If you see anything coming, warn us.
Going to be hard to collect my loot from out here, Grey said.
Ill spell you once I have the Grail.
Grey nodded, albeit reluctantly. All right.
Dresden, Nicodemus said.
I took point, with Ascher on my right hand and Valmont on my left. Michael and the Genoskwa followed, a pair of mismatched bookends, though I noted that the Genoskwa was not making threatening noises or gestures at the wielder of Amoracchius. The Swords have a way of inspiring that kind of wariness in true villains.
I shook my head and focused on the task at hand, moving forward slowly, my magical senses extended, searching for any hint of wards, spells, or energies or entities unknown. Beside me, I could feel Ascher doing the same thing, though my sense of her was that she was tuned in on a slightly different bandwidth than I was, magically speaking. She was hunting for more subtle traps, illusions, psychic land mines. She wouldnt be able to detect as many things as I would, but she would probably be better at spotting what she was looking for. Valmont had removed an old-style incandescent flashlight from her bag, one that was unlikely to fail in our presence unless some serious magical energy started flying. She shone it carefully, slowly on the ground and sweeping the walls ahead of us, watching for the shadows cast by trip wires, or pressure plates, or whatever other fiendish things she would probably know all about finding.
We crossed to the arch, one slow step at a time, and then into the tunnel. I strained my senses to their utmost.
Nothing.
And then we were in Hades vault.
. . . it . . .
. . . uh . . .
Imagine Smaugs treasure hoard. Now imagine Smaug with crippling levels of obsessive-compulsive disorder and fanatic good taste.
Its a pale description, and in no way a substitute for seeing it in person, but its the best I can do, except to say that looking upon Hades treasure vault made me feel like a dirty, grubby rat who had gnawed his way into the pantry. And my heart lurched into thunder. And Im reasonably certain the pupils of my eyes vanished, to be replaced by dollar signs.
