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me, please.”
He led us to the base of the tower. As we crossed the courtyard, a door opened in the main building and six pale, grimy men chained together at the neck were marched out by an equal number of guards. The prisoners were naked, but their bodies were so filthy, I first thought they wore black pajamas. Their smell stayed behind long after they’d disappeared around the corner.
“Monthly cell block washdown,” the warden explained. “They get rinsed off, then they clean their own cells.”
One of the prisoners turned and looked at us. His face was long and thin, and one eye socket was puckered shut. There seemed very little humanity left in his gaze, just the numb survival instinct of a clever animal.
When we reached the base of the tower, Delvie gestured at something on the ground. “Well, here we are. Your chariot to the clouds.”
A wooden basket about three feet across rested there, attached by a rope to a pulley mounted, I assumed, at the edge of the tower’s roof. I looked at it, then at the warden, then at Jane. She bit her lip and looked down to keep from laughing.
“This is how we get his food up to him,” the warden said. “If you want to talk to him, it’s the only way up.” He turned to Louie. “Go get some men to help lift this. A dozen would be good. Check the break room.”
“Yes, sir,” Louie said, and went into the main building.
I continued to look at Jane. “You’ve got to be kidding. It’s a picnic basket.”
With mock camaraderie, Jane punched me in the arm and said, “Come on, Eddie, you’re not afraid of heights, are you?”
“No, but I’m a lot bigger than a loaf of bread.”
“It’ll hold you.”
“Says you.”
“No, she’s right,” Delvie assured me. “The balance is a little tricky, but it should bear your weight just fine.”
“Do I sit in it?”
“You’re better off standing.”
“Fine,” I said, making no effort to hide my annoyance. Jane could’ve mentioned this earlier.
“You sure you don’t want me to do it?” she said.
“No, damn it,” I muttered.
“I’ll need your sword,” the warden said. “And all your other weapons. And anything that might remotely be used as a weapon.”
“I’m not going to hurt him,” I said.
Delvie stepped close. I could smell his morning tea on his breath. He said, “We used to send a guard up with the food, in case he cracked and started blabbering. This was back when we seriously thought he might tell us where his treasure was hidden. For a year, nothing happened. Then one day Hawk yanked him out of the basket and held him against the window bars. He threw the guard’s sword down, impaling another guard, then killed another with the first guard’s crossbow. One-handed, mind you, while still supporting the guard’s weight with the other arm. Then he dropped the man to his death.” He pointed at a spot on the hard-packed ground that was darker than the surrounding dirt. “He landed right there. You can see that the stain still hasn’t worn off.”
“The point is, he could’ve done it at any time,” Jane added. “He just picked that day, and that guard. He never said why. So now no one ever sees him. They just send up his food.”
“Then how do you know he’s even still up there?”
“The basket always comes down empty.” He paused, stepped even closer to me, and said in a grim whisper, “Hawk’s been called many things over the years, but you know what captures him best, in my opinion? That he’s simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. If you still wish to see him, then I won’t stop you.”
I looked into the mist. I wondered if Hawk could hear us discussing his exploits. More important, how would I convince him to help me if he didn’t want to? What could I possibly offer him? I hadn’t put any thought into that.
“You could keep a bigger basket around, you know,” I pointed out as I unbuckled my sword belt. “For special occasions.”
“I’ll mention
He led us to the base of the tower. As we crossed the courtyard, a door opened in the main building and six pale, grimy men chained together at the neck were marched out by an equal number of guards. The prisoners were naked, but their bodies were so filthy, I first thought they wore black pajamas. Their smell stayed behind long after they’d disappeared around the corner.
“Monthly cell block washdown,” the warden explained. “They get rinsed off, then they clean their own cells.”
One of the prisoners turned and looked at us. His face was long and thin, and one eye socket was puckered shut. There seemed very little humanity left in his gaze, just the numb survival instinct of a clever animal.
When we reached the base of the tower, Delvie gestured at something on the ground. “Well, here we are. Your chariot to the clouds.”
A wooden basket about three feet across rested there, attached by a rope to a pulley mounted, I assumed, at the edge of the tower’s roof. I looked at it, then at the warden, then at Jane. She bit her lip and looked down to keep from laughing.
“This is how we get his food up to him,” the warden said. “If you want to talk to him, it’s the only way up.” He turned to Louie. “Go get some men to help lift this. A dozen would be good. Check the break room.”
“Yes, sir,” Louie said, and went into the main building.
I continued to look at Jane. “You’ve got to be kidding. It’s a picnic basket.”
With mock camaraderie, Jane punched me in the arm and said, “Come on, Eddie, you’re not afraid of heights, are you?”
“No, but I’m a lot bigger than a loaf of bread.”
“It’ll hold you.”
“Says you.”
“No, she’s right,” Delvie assured me. “The balance is a little tricky, but it should bear your weight just fine.”
“Do I sit in it?”
“You’re better off standing.”
“Fine,” I said, making no effort to hide my annoyance. Jane could’ve mentioned this earlier.
“You sure you don’t want me to do it?” she said.
“No, damn it,” I muttered.
“I’ll need your sword,” the warden said. “And all your other weapons. And anything that might remotely be used as a weapon.”
“I’m not going to hurt him,” I said.
Delvie stepped close. I could smell his morning tea on his breath. He said, “We used to send a guard up with the food, in case he cracked and started blabbering. This was back when we seriously thought he might tell us where his treasure was hidden. For a year, nothing happened. Then one day Hawk yanked him out of the basket and held him against the window bars. He threw the guard’s sword down, impaling another guard, then killed another with the first guard’s crossbow. One-handed, mind you, while still supporting the guard’s weight with the other arm. Then he dropped the man to his death.” He pointed at a spot on the hard-packed ground that was darker than the surrounding dirt. “He landed right there. You can see that the stain still hasn’t worn off.”
“The point is, he could’ve done it at any time,” Jane added. “He just picked that day, and that guard. He never said why. So now no one ever sees him. They just send up his food.”
“Then how do you know he’s even still up there?”
“The basket always comes down empty.” He paused, stepped even closer to me, and said in a grim whisper, “Hawk’s been called many things over the years, but you know what captures him best, in my opinion? That he’s simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. If you still wish to see him, then I won’t stop you.”
I looked into the mist. I wondered if Hawk could hear us discussing his exploits. More important, how would I convince him to help me if he didn’t want to? What could I possibly offer him? I hadn’t put any thought into that.
“You could keep a bigger basket around, you know,” I pointed out as I unbuckled my sword belt. “For special occasions.”
“I’ll mention
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