concluded with a snarl.
"Where is he?" Rider asked.
Silence.
"Do you consider yourself more valuable than Vlazos? He killed Vlazos."
Again Odehnal betrayed a moment's surprise. Vlazos, Rider believed, had been the foot in the Shasesserren door, the lone contact between outsiders and conspirators.
"Let's get on with the truth-drawing, Rider," Su-Cha chirruped. "I love it when they squeal."
His cherubic face darkened. "And this one has abused so many of my kind. Let me have him when you're done."
Kralj Odehnal was not to be manipulated by psychological maneuvers. He was old and tough and tempered, and knew all the games interrogators played. He believed he had invented some himself.
Rider shrugged. "Since we have no choice, then."
Greystone placed a contraption on a stand in front of the dwarf. Odehnal looked puzzled.
"Spud's special design," Greystone said. "More efficient than candles and mirrors."
Odehnal drew a deep breath ...
Chaz stepped behind him, clapped a hand over his mouth. The hand held a wad of cotton impregnated with a fluid of Rider's devising. In moments Kralj Odehnal wore a drugged smile. His head lolled to one side.
Su-Cha stuck him with a hot pin. "Just to make sure he isn't faking."
Rider said nothing, though he knew the Odehnal who was a legend among assassins had selfcontrol sufficient not to start at a pin's prick. "Start it."
Greystone cranked a handle, opened a tiny door. Light flickered upon Odehnal's face. Greystone made a few adjustments.
This was a truth-drawing much less unpleasant than the traditional, which combined a bit of witchcraft with subtle torture. "Waken him," Rider said.
Chaz buried Odehnal's face in cotton moistened with ammonia. The dwarf sputtered and spat and wakened. His eyes met the light and glazed.
Rider asked several hundred questions, each phrased so a yes or no answer would suffice.
Greystone recorded questions and answers and kept his notesheets positioned so Rider could refer to them. The others stayed back, conferring in whispers. Occasionally Soup would dart forward with a note suggesting a question.
The picture that shaped was not one to gladden men devoted to Shasesserre's welfare.
For several years Shai Khe had been recruiting among the sorcerers of the world. Those who refused to make common cause, under his command, he crushed. Those who joined him he gave gifts like Caracene, and powers torn away from those who would not serve him. Now he felt strong enough to test Shasesserre and its Protector.
Rider worked with especial care when he began drawing the names of those Shai Khe had recruited. Yes and no answers were not possible.
Some names amazed him. Some chilled him. Some left him blank, for they were names unknown to him. Those he did know were widely scattered, proving the eastern master had a far reach indeed.
He had drawn just over a dozen names when Odehnal suddenly bucked against his restraints, made squealing noises, and began foaming at the mouth.
"What's wrong with him?" Greystone demanded.
"I don't know ... He's dying. Somebody get the medical kit."
Blood flecked the foam on Odehnal's chin.
Rider brushed the hypnotic engine aside, laid hands on the dwarf's heaving chest. He felt the inner wrongness instantly. "Poison!"
"What kind?" Soup demanded, yanking a battery of antidotes out of the medical kit.
"Can't tell. Something different ... Complex."
Odehnal's eyes opened. Hatred and the knowledge of his own murder filled them. "Polybos House," he croaked. "The Devil's Eyes." His eyes rolled up. He began to shudder violently.
"Rider!" Chaz shouted from the laboratory. "There's something out here."
Rider ripped away from Odehnal, rushed into the darkened laboratory. Chaz was at the window.
"Where?"
"Down there now."
Rider leaned out. A shadow clung to the face of the tower, seventy feet below. Points that might have been eyes blinked. A limb of shadow moved. Rider whipped back, into the laboratory an instant before something
"Where is he?" Rider asked.
Silence.
"Do you consider yourself more valuable than Vlazos? He killed Vlazos."
Again Odehnal betrayed a moment's surprise. Vlazos, Rider believed, had been the foot in the Shasesserren door, the lone contact between outsiders and conspirators.
"Let's get on with the truth-drawing, Rider," Su-Cha chirruped. "I love it when they squeal."
His cherubic face darkened. "And this one has abused so many of my kind. Let me have him when you're done."
Kralj Odehnal was not to be manipulated by psychological maneuvers. He was old and tough and tempered, and knew all the games interrogators played. He believed he had invented some himself.
Rider shrugged. "Since we have no choice, then."
Greystone placed a contraption on a stand in front of the dwarf. Odehnal looked puzzled.
"Spud's special design," Greystone said. "More efficient than candles and mirrors."
Odehnal drew a deep breath ...
Chaz stepped behind him, clapped a hand over his mouth. The hand held a wad of cotton impregnated with a fluid of Rider's devising. In moments Kralj Odehnal wore a drugged smile. His head lolled to one side.
Su-Cha stuck him with a hot pin. "Just to make sure he isn't faking."
Rider said nothing, though he knew the Odehnal who was a legend among assassins had selfcontrol sufficient not to start at a pin's prick. "Start it."
Greystone cranked a handle, opened a tiny door. Light flickered upon Odehnal's face. Greystone made a few adjustments.
This was a truth-drawing much less unpleasant than the traditional, which combined a bit of witchcraft with subtle torture. "Waken him," Rider said.
Chaz buried Odehnal's face in cotton moistened with ammonia. The dwarf sputtered and spat and wakened. His eyes met the light and glazed.
Rider asked several hundred questions, each phrased so a yes or no answer would suffice.
Greystone recorded questions and answers and kept his notesheets positioned so Rider could refer to them. The others stayed back, conferring in whispers. Occasionally Soup would dart forward with a note suggesting a question.
The picture that shaped was not one to gladden men devoted to Shasesserre's welfare.
For several years Shai Khe had been recruiting among the sorcerers of the world. Those who refused to make common cause, under his command, he crushed. Those who joined him he gave gifts like Caracene, and powers torn away from those who would not serve him. Now he felt strong enough to test Shasesserre and its Protector.
Rider worked with especial care when he began drawing the names of those Shai Khe had recruited. Yes and no answers were not possible.
Some names amazed him. Some chilled him. Some left him blank, for they were names unknown to him. Those he did know were widely scattered, proving the eastern master had a far reach indeed.
He had drawn just over a dozen names when Odehnal suddenly bucked against his restraints, made squealing noises, and began foaming at the mouth.
"What's wrong with him?" Greystone demanded.
"I don't know ... He's dying. Somebody get the medical kit."
Blood flecked the foam on Odehnal's chin.
Rider brushed the hypnotic engine aside, laid hands on the dwarf's heaving chest. He felt the inner wrongness instantly. "Poison!"
"What kind?" Soup demanded, yanking a battery of antidotes out of the medical kit.
"Can't tell. Something different ... Complex."
Odehnal's eyes opened. Hatred and the knowledge of his own murder filled them. "Polybos House," he croaked. "The Devil's Eyes." His eyes rolled up. He began to shudder violently.
"Rider!" Chaz shouted from the laboratory. "There's something out here."
Rider ripped away from Odehnal, rushed into the darkened laboratory. Chaz was at the window.
"Where?"
"Down there now."
Rider leaned out. A shadow clung to the face of the tower, seventy feet below. Points that might have been eyes blinked. A limb of shadow moved. Rider whipped back, into the laboratory an instant before something
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