Skin Game
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But I havent even had the chance to dip Deirdres pigtails in my inkwell, I said.
Deirdre glowered at me, her eyes glinting.
Fine, I said, and subsided.
Each of you, Nicodemus said, brings something to the table that we need in order to reach our final destination. The manor of the Lord of the Underworld, Vault Seven.
You mean Ha
Shall we not speak his name for the next twenty-four hours or so, please, Mr. Dresden? Nicodemus said in a pained tone. Unless you prefer him to be ready and waiting for all of us, including yourself? Granted, the likelihood of him taking notice of any one of us, in particular, is vanishing small, but it seems prudent to take a few simple steps.
Whatever, I said. I thought he was being pretty fussy. What with books and movies using him as a character, and mythology courses being taught all over the world, I figured Hades got to hear his name spoken in one form or another tens if not hundreds of thousands of times every day.
Each utterance of a powerful supernatural beings name is . . . kind of like sending him a page, a ping for his attention. If I could have a phone that survived longer than an hour, and it tried to get my attention ten thousand times a day, Id throw the damned thing into a hole. The big supernatural beings, especially the very humanlike Greek gods, probably reacted in much the same way. Odds were good that I could sit chatting for an hour or two and mention his name several times, yet he wouldnt even notice my relative handful of pings among all the others. It took a deliberate and rhythmic repetition, usually at least three times, to really get a signal through the noise.
But on the other hand . . . there was always the chance that Hades just might feel my utterance of his name and randomly decide to take a moment to pay attention. That probably wouldnt be good. So despite giving Nicodemus lip, I shut up.
Once we gain entry to the Underworld vault . . . , Nicodemus began.
I held up my hand and said, Question?
Nicodemuss left eye began to twitch.
I didnt wait for him to respond. Youre planning on just jumping straight to the vault? Hell, not even Hercules could do that. It was kind of a journey to get in. There was a bit with a dog and everything. Do you really think were going to just hop right past all of the defenses around the realm of the king of the Underworld?
That got everyones attention, even Greys. They all looked at Nicodemus, interested in the answer.
Yes, Nicodemus said in a flat tone.
Oh, I said. Just like that, eh?
Once were inside the vault, Nicodemus said, as if my question was not interesting enough to waste more time on, there will be three gates between us andour goal. The Gate of Fire, the Gate of Ice, and the Gate of Blood.
Fun, I said.
Obviously, Nicodemus said, Ascher was chosen for her capability with fire. As the Winter Knight, you, Dresden, will obviously handle the Gate of Ice.
Right, I said. Obviously. What about the Gate of Blood?
Nicodemus smiled pleasantly.
Of course. Old Nick had probably spilled more blood than the rest of us in the room together, if you didnt count Deirdre. Exactly what does each of these gates entail?
If I knew that, Nicodemus said, Id not have bothered recruiting experts. Each of us will take point on our specific gate, with the rest of the team backing whatever play they decide is important. Once were through, well be in the vault. Its quite large. Youll have a few minutes to gather whatever it is you feel you need to take with you. After that time, Im leaving. Anyone who lags behind is on his or her own.
I held up my hand again, and didnt bother waiting for a response. What are you after?
Excuse me? Nicodemus asked.
You, I said. Vault Seven is awfully specific. And you dont care much about money. So I have to wonder whats in there that you are so interested in.
Thats hardly your concern, Nicodemus said.
I snorted. The hell it isnt. Were all sticking our necks outand if things dont go well, we might have an angry god on our tails. I want to know whats worth that, other than the twenty million. After all, a lot of things could go wrong. Maybe you wind up dead, purely by someone elses hand on the way inmaybe I want to grab that whatsit for myself.
There was a mutter of agreement from Binder, and nods from Karrin and Valmont. Even Ascher looked curious. Grey pursed his lips thoughtfully.
Should I fall, the rest of you will already be dead, Nicodemus said calmly.
Indulge me, I said. This deal is already starting to stink. A reasonable person might walk based purely on what happened today.
That brought a low round of mutters, and Valmont asked, What happened today?
I told her about Tessa and her ghouls and Deirdre and Harvey. That made Valmonts lips compress into a line. She knew better than most what was left when a Denarian tore into a mortal, and two out of three possible suspects were Knights of the Coin.
That has no bearing on our mission, Nicodemus said.
The hell it doesnt, I said. I dont know about the rest of you, but the last thing we need is his crazy ex jumping into things on some kind of vengeance kick.
Deirdre glowered at me, her eyes glinting.
Fine, I said, and subsided.
Each of you, Nicodemus said, brings something to the table that we need in order to reach our final destination. The manor of the Lord of the Underworld, Vault Seven.
You mean Ha
Shall we not speak his name for the next twenty-four hours or so, please, Mr. Dresden? Nicodemus said in a pained tone. Unless you prefer him to be ready and waiting for all of us, including yourself? Granted, the likelihood of him taking notice of any one of us, in particular, is vanishing small, but it seems prudent to take a few simple steps.
Whatever, I said. I thought he was being pretty fussy. What with books and movies using him as a character, and mythology courses being taught all over the world, I figured Hades got to hear his name spoken in one form or another tens if not hundreds of thousands of times every day.
Each utterance of a powerful supernatural beings name is . . . kind of like sending him a page, a ping for his attention. If I could have a phone that survived longer than an hour, and it tried to get my attention ten thousand times a day, Id throw the damned thing into a hole. The big supernatural beings, especially the very humanlike Greek gods, probably reacted in much the same way. Odds were good that I could sit chatting for an hour or two and mention his name several times, yet he wouldnt even notice my relative handful of pings among all the others. It took a deliberate and rhythmic repetition, usually at least three times, to really get a signal through the noise.
But on the other hand . . . there was always the chance that Hades just might feel my utterance of his name and randomly decide to take a moment to pay attention. That probably wouldnt be good. So despite giving Nicodemus lip, I shut up.
Once we gain entry to the Underworld vault . . . , Nicodemus began.
I held up my hand and said, Question?
Nicodemuss left eye began to twitch.
I didnt wait for him to respond. Youre planning on just jumping straight to the vault? Hell, not even Hercules could do that. It was kind of a journey to get in. There was a bit with a dog and everything. Do you really think were going to just hop right past all of the defenses around the realm of the king of the Underworld?
That got everyones attention, even Greys. They all looked at Nicodemus, interested in the answer.
Yes, Nicodemus said in a flat tone.
Oh, I said. Just like that, eh?
Once were inside the vault, Nicodemus said, as if my question was not interesting enough to waste more time on, there will be three gates between us andour goal. The Gate of Fire, the Gate of Ice, and the Gate of Blood.
Fun, I said.
Obviously, Nicodemus said, Ascher was chosen for her capability with fire. As the Winter Knight, you, Dresden, will obviously handle the Gate of Ice.
Right, I said. Obviously. What about the Gate of Blood?
Nicodemus smiled pleasantly.
Of course. Old Nick had probably spilled more blood than the rest of us in the room together, if you didnt count Deirdre. Exactly what does each of these gates entail?
If I knew that, Nicodemus said, Id not have bothered recruiting experts. Each of us will take point on our specific gate, with the rest of the team backing whatever play they decide is important. Once were through, well be in the vault. Its quite large. Youll have a few minutes to gather whatever it is you feel you need to take with you. After that time, Im leaving. Anyone who lags behind is on his or her own.
I held up my hand again, and didnt bother waiting for a response. What are you after?
Excuse me? Nicodemus asked.
You, I said. Vault Seven is awfully specific. And you dont care much about money. So I have to wonder whats in there that you are so interested in.
Thats hardly your concern, Nicodemus said.
I snorted. The hell it isnt. Were all sticking our necks outand if things dont go well, we might have an angry god on our tails. I want to know whats worth that, other than the twenty million. After all, a lot of things could go wrong. Maybe you wind up dead, purely by someone elses hand on the way inmaybe I want to grab that whatsit for myself.
There was a mutter of agreement from Binder, and nods from Karrin and Valmont. Even Ascher looked curious. Grey pursed his lips thoughtfully.
Should I fall, the rest of you will already be dead, Nicodemus said calmly.
Indulge me, I said. This deal is already starting to stink. A reasonable person might walk based purely on what happened today.
That brought a low round of mutters, and Valmont asked, What happened today?
I told her about Tessa and her ghouls and Deirdre and Harvey. That made Valmonts lips compress into a line. She knew better than most what was left when a Denarian tore into a mortal, and two out of three possible suspects were Knights of the Coin.
That has no bearing on our mission, Nicodemus said.
The hell it doesnt, I said. I dont know about the rest of you, but the last thing we need is his crazy ex jumping into things on some kind of vengeance kick.
