Mac, bald, lean, and silent, stood behind the bar in his usual crisp white shirt and spotless apron. When Mab entered, he put down the rag he was using to polish the wooden bar, and bowed at the waist, somehow giving the gesture an accent of courtesy rather than obeisance.
Barkeep, Mab replied, and inclined her head considerably more deeply than she had to Nicodemus a few minutes before. May your patrons be prosperous and honest.
Mac, as a rule, rarely uttered multi-syllables. Today, he said, May your scales always return to balance.
Her mouth quirked at the corner and she said, Flatterer.
He smiled and nodded to me. Harry.
Mac. I havent had good food in months. Though, uh, Im a little short on funds. I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a sandwich and a beer today.
He nodded.
Thanks.
Mab turned to the table nearest the door and gave me a look. It took me a beat to realize what she wanted, and to pull out a chair for her. She sniffed and sat down, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at nothing in particular, dismissing the rest of us from her world as thoroughly as if she had entered a locked room.
My contact was waiting for me at a table in the back corner, and I walked over to join him. He was a big man by every definition of the word, tall and strong and solid, with a barrel for a chest and a smaller keg of a belly to go with it. His hair and beard were white and silver, though the rosy smoothness of his cheeks belied any indication of old age, and his eyes were blue and bright. He wore a chain-mail shirt and hunting leathers, and a long, hooded red coat trimmed in white fur hung from the back of the chair beside him. A simple, worn-looking broadsword hung at his side, and a large, lumpy leather sack sat on the floor beside him, as natural there as a mail carrier with his bag.
Sir Knight, he said.
Youre here as Kringle, seriously? I asked him.
Kringle winked at me. The Winter Knight called for me in his official capacity as an agent of the Winter Court. Mab has the right to summon Kringle. If shed called for Vadderung, Id have told her to get in line.
Donar Vadderung was the name of the CEO of Monoc Securities, a corporate security interest that provided information and highly skilled specialists to those with a great deal of money. Vadderung had access to more information than anyone I knew, except maybe the Senior Council of the White Council of Wizardryonly he was a hell of a lot smarter about using it. He was also, I was reasonably certain, Odin. The Odin. Or if he wasnt, he could do an awfully good impersonation. Oh, and also, he was Santa Claus.
Vadderung is a complicated guy.
But you and Kringle are the same person, I said.
Legally speaking, Kringle and Vadderung are two entirely different people who simply happen to residein the same body, he replied.
Thats just a fiction, I said, a little game of protocol.
Little games of protocol are how one shows respect, especially to those with whom one does not get along famously well. It can be tedious, but generally is less trouble than a duel would be.
Mac set a couple of his homebrewed beers down on the bar. I rounded them up and returned to the table, putting both bottles out in the middle. Kringle chose one, nodded to the chair across from him, and I sat.
To start with, Im going to assume you know everything I do, I said.
His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he took a drink. That seems wise.
I nodded and sipped my own. Wow. Macs beer is an excellent argument that there is a God, and that furthermore, He wants us to be happy. I savored it for a couple of seconds and then wrenched my mind back to business. I want to float some thoughts at you and see if you think theyre sound.
By all means.
First, I said, Nicodemus is after something powerful. I dont know what it is, but I do know that if I can get him to tell us what hes after, its going to be a lie. Hed never let anyone know his true goal if he could help it.
I concur, Kringle said.
I nodded. Hell assemble a crew. Some of them will be his people, and some of them will be outside specialists, but Im pretty sure at least one of them is going to be a planttheyll look all independent but theyll have one of those Coins on them and one of the Fallen whispering in their ears.
I would consider that a high probability, Kringle said.
Third, I said, hes going to betray me at some point along the line. Hes proactive, and obsessed with control, so hell be the one who wants to stick the knife in first. He knows the limits Mab has placed on me, so hell want to do it after Ive gotten him to wherever he wants to go, but before we finish the job, to guarantee him the first blow.
Also sound reasoning, Kringle said.
Dammit, I said. I had hoped I was wrong about something. If Im to follow Mabs rules, my options are limited.
Kringles eyes went to the slender figure at the table by the door. May I offer you a word of advice, based purely upon my knowledge of the Queens nature?
Sure.
Mab moves in mysterious ways, he said, looking back at me with a grin. Nasty, unexpected, devious, patient, and mysterious ways. I dont think shed throw away a piece as valuable as you on a lost cause. Look for an opening, a weakness. It will be there.
Barkeep, Mab replied, and inclined her head considerably more deeply than she had to Nicodemus a few minutes before. May your patrons be prosperous and honest.
Mac, as a rule, rarely uttered multi-syllables. Today, he said, May your scales always return to balance.
Her mouth quirked at the corner and she said, Flatterer.
He smiled and nodded to me. Harry.
Mac. I havent had good food in months. Though, uh, Im a little short on funds. I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a sandwich and a beer today.
He nodded.
Thanks.
Mab turned to the table nearest the door and gave me a look. It took me a beat to realize what she wanted, and to pull out a chair for her. She sniffed and sat down, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at nothing in particular, dismissing the rest of us from her world as thoroughly as if she had entered a locked room.
My contact was waiting for me at a table in the back corner, and I walked over to join him. He was a big man by every definition of the word, tall and strong and solid, with a barrel for a chest and a smaller keg of a belly to go with it. His hair and beard were white and silver, though the rosy smoothness of his cheeks belied any indication of old age, and his eyes were blue and bright. He wore a chain-mail shirt and hunting leathers, and a long, hooded red coat trimmed in white fur hung from the back of the chair beside him. A simple, worn-looking broadsword hung at his side, and a large, lumpy leather sack sat on the floor beside him, as natural there as a mail carrier with his bag.
Sir Knight, he said.
Youre here as Kringle, seriously? I asked him.
Kringle winked at me. The Winter Knight called for me in his official capacity as an agent of the Winter Court. Mab has the right to summon Kringle. If shed called for Vadderung, Id have told her to get in line.
Donar Vadderung was the name of the CEO of Monoc Securities, a corporate security interest that provided information and highly skilled specialists to those with a great deal of money. Vadderung had access to more information than anyone I knew, except maybe the Senior Council of the White Council of Wizardryonly he was a hell of a lot smarter about using it. He was also, I was reasonably certain, Odin. The Odin. Or if he wasnt, he could do an awfully good impersonation. Oh, and also, he was Santa Claus.
Vadderung is a complicated guy.
But you and Kringle are the same person, I said.
Legally speaking, Kringle and Vadderung are two entirely different people who simply happen to residein the same body, he replied.
Thats just a fiction, I said, a little game of protocol.
Little games of protocol are how one shows respect, especially to those with whom one does not get along famously well. It can be tedious, but generally is less trouble than a duel would be.
Mac set a couple of his homebrewed beers down on the bar. I rounded them up and returned to the table, putting both bottles out in the middle. Kringle chose one, nodded to the chair across from him, and I sat.
To start with, Im going to assume you know everything I do, I said.
His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he took a drink. That seems wise.
I nodded and sipped my own. Wow. Macs beer is an excellent argument that there is a God, and that furthermore, He wants us to be happy. I savored it for a couple of seconds and then wrenched my mind back to business. I want to float some thoughts at you and see if you think theyre sound.
By all means.
First, I said, Nicodemus is after something powerful. I dont know what it is, but I do know that if I can get him to tell us what hes after, its going to be a lie. Hed never let anyone know his true goal if he could help it.
I concur, Kringle said.
I nodded. Hell assemble a crew. Some of them will be his people, and some of them will be outside specialists, but Im pretty sure at least one of them is going to be a planttheyll look all independent but theyll have one of those Coins on them and one of the Fallen whispering in their ears.
I would consider that a high probability, Kringle said.
Third, I said, hes going to betray me at some point along the line. Hes proactive, and obsessed with control, so hell be the one who wants to stick the knife in first. He knows the limits Mab has placed on me, so hell want to do it after Ive gotten him to wherever he wants to go, but before we finish the job, to guarantee him the first blow.
Also sound reasoning, Kringle said.
Dammit, I said. I had hoped I was wrong about something. If Im to follow Mabs rules, my options are limited.
Kringles eyes went to the slender figure at the table by the door. May I offer you a word of advice, based purely upon my knowledge of the Queens nature?
Sure.
Mab moves in mysterious ways, he said, looking back at me with a grin. Nasty, unexpected, devious, patient, and mysterious ways. I dont think shed throw away a piece as valuable as you on a lost cause. Look for an opening, a weakness. It will be there.
