Nanitte had counted the coins in the bag he brought back to the maisonette, unable to disguise her surprise by how much there was. 'I should have done this a long time ago, she said.
'Just tell me about the guns, he said. And she did, about the meeting in Buate's office which she'd been excluded from; the men she'd never seen before, with accents that didn't come from any city district; how Buate had started talking about constable-killer pistols, and levelling up the score.
'Because she's Nanitte, Macsen said, not understanding why that wasn't enough.
'I could sense she was telling the truth about the guns, Edeard said.
'I'd be more concerned about the rest of it, Boyd said. 'Your pardon, Edeard, but you don't have the greatest instinct when it comes to honesty. You always want to find the best in people.
Edeard gave his tall friend a surprised glance. 'All right, so what could she have been lying about? The worst case is she made an arse of me and ran off with a lot of coinage, how does that put us in trouble at the exchange?
'What was that phrase you used? Dinlay said mildly. 'Oh yes: the constable-killer gun.
Edeard scratched the back of his head, wishing that part hadn't existed. 'Yes, he conceded. Could that mean repeat-fire guns? Nanitte said they talked with a foreign accent.
Part of him wished it were true, that he could finally prove Ashwell's destruction had come at the hands of an unknown clan from somewhere else in the world. 'But if that part of her story is genuine, he said immediately, 'then we really need to intercept the handover before these weapons get distributed to the ordinary gang members on the street. If they get their hands on them we'll be facing a bloodbath.
'Good point, Macsen said grudgingly.
'They know we can conceal ourselves, Boyd said. 'I noticed a lot more dogs in Sampalok when we were following up the Charyau thing. Most of the gang members have one these days.
'I can protect us from a lot of bullets, Edeard said. 'And you know we can escape in ways they could never dream of.
The rest of the squad looked at each other.
'Okay, Kanseen said. 'But if these pistols are anything like Nanitte claims, we're going to need some reliable back up.
'I'll talk to Chae and Ronark, Edeard said.
Two nights later Edeard was wishing he had a little more confidence in the five squads of constables who were patrolling the Padua and Zelda districts. It was supposed to look like the patrols were purely random, following the whim of their corporals and sergeants. To anyone with a mistrustful mind they were highly suspicious.
Or am I being too paranoid?
Whatever, he and the squad had concealed themselves inside the base of a skewed tower in Eyrie, not too far from the Lady's central church. The tower next to them was supposed to be where the exchange would take place. Edeard didn't feel confident enough to wait there, no matter how good his concealment talent.
People were wending their way round the lofty twisted towers on their way to the huge church for the evening service. It was good cover for the gun exchange, he admitted, especially as the Pythia had refused to employ exclusion warrants for Eyrie.
'That's the third time, Kanseen's directed longtalk whispered. She gifted them the image of the ge-eagle that swooped silently round the tower outside. Then it darted in through a high curving entrance and did a fast circuit of the huge empty space inside.
The tower chosen for the exchange was one of the tallest in Eyrie, a monstrous kinked spire whose jutting vertical ribs changed from smoky grey at the foot, through a gentle amethyst to a sullen carmine at the top, where eight tapering spikes curved up around the edges of its slanted platform. The open chamber at the bottom actually had three entrances where most towers only had one. Several lengthy stalagmites and stalactites of mauve-tinted crystal cluttered the interior, while at the centre a broad smooth shaft connected the black floor to the apex of the cave-like ceiling fifty feet above; a single narrow opening led to the spiral stair which wound the entire height of the tower.
'Get a load of this, Boyd said. He'd sensed someone outside with a terrestrial dog on a lead. The dog was sniffing the ground as it was slowly walked around the tower.
'Isn't that Paral? Macsen queried. 'He's got an exclusion warrant against him.
Whoever it was, the man with the dog walked away towards the bridge back to Fiacre. A couple of constables in ordinary clothes sauntered casually after him.
Orange light was beginning to shine out of cracks in the bark-like tower walls as the sun slid below the horizon. Another ge-eagle made a swift pass through the tower's chamber.
Edeard kept his farsight focused on a gondola that had pulled up at a nearby mooring platform. Four men with a strong seclusion haze stepped off it, carrying large iron-bound wooden chests between them. His farsight could just perceive the shadowy shapes of solid metal inside. Another gondola moored, the men on that one carried smaller boxes. 'The ammunition, he muttered.
The church shut its wide doors as the evening service began; bright orange light shone out of its roof dome and hundreds of windows along the three wings. A quire began to sing softly. Nearly a dozen people left, wandering round outside began to make their way towards the tall tower.
'Oh great, Dinlay moaned. One of the people stepping through the swathes of orange illumination cast by the towers was a very cocky Medath.
Edeard grinned unseen. 'He'll die of fright when we appear.
The men from the gondolas made their way into the tower, coming together to lace Medath's group.
'I make that fifteen of them, Macsen said.
Edeard was trying to resolve the shapes inside the chests. They were definitely pistols, and not complex enough to be the repeat-fire types that had been used at Ashwell. Thank the Lady. Then he recognized them. 'Okay, I've seen these pistols before. They're the ones Ivarl and his people used against me on the night of the fire. They have very large calibre bullets, but I can definitely ward them off.
'Then we'd better stop them opening the chests, Boyd said.
'Move out, Edeard said. As he hurried silently out of their hiding place and towards the tower ahead he called Chae. 'Move in now. There's fifteen here, but they'll have watchers.
'Already spotted three, Chae reassured him. 'We're coming.
Their deployment plan was simple enough. Dinlay and Boyd would take one tower entrance, Kanseen and Macsen another, while Edeard would go in through the third.
'They're coming.
Edeard paused, frowning at the clear longtalk. He couldn't tell where it had come from; it certainly wasn't any of the squad. Up ahead, the minds of the gang members were now radiating alarm. Their farsight scoured round.
He strode up to the threshold, listening to the low anxious voices echoing off the mauve stalagmites and curious crannies in the chamber walls. The two groups were huddled together near the central shaft, with sentries positioned near each entrance.
'Ready, Kanseen's longtalk announced.
The sentry nearest Edeard swung round, sending his farsight prying at the entrance Kanseen was blocking.
Edeard stepped into the tower, and dropped his concealment. His shield hardened around his body.
The sentry gaped in dismay. 'Waterwalker, he yelled with voice and mind.
Edeard's third hand reached out as he ran forward, yanking the two cases of pistols away from the gang members. They tried to prise them back, but lacked the strength.
Medath and his colleagues drew their own pistols. Of course, Medath already had one of the long-barrelled weapons. Edeard snarled in consternation. Two of the gang members started firing. Edeard dropped the cases on the ground outside the tower and concentrated on protecting himself. Men were running for the two open entrances. The first one to reach the opening covered by Kanseen and Macsen yelled in shock as Kanseen appeared abruptly barely a yard in front of him. Her third hand punched directly against his temple, felling him instantly. She vanished. More shots were fired at the air she had occupied a second before. Edeard deflected a whole swarm of bullets, then people were playing chase around the stalagmites.