Nicodemus was standing on the sidewalk outside the Carpenter house, his shadow writhing.
Tessa stood beside him in human form, wearing black trousers and a black shirt. Her expression was distant, haunted. She looked awful, thin and wasted away, like those movies of people rescued from concentration camps, but her eyes burned with some dark emotion that the word hate didnt begin to cover.
As I watched, two squires half dragged, half carried Charity over to him. They dumped her on the sidewalk in front of Nicodemus. She seemed stunned. Her leg was covered in blood. The armored coat was chewed and torn over her wounded thigh, where most of the shotgun pellets had been caught and stopped.
Nicodemus seized a handful of Charitys hair and dragged her faceup, to where she could see her house.
My heart twisted and rage filled me. I knew what he was doing. Nicodemus planned to leave a message for Michael. It wasnt enough for Nicodemus simply to kill the Knights childrennot when he could kill them and leave Charitys corpse behind in such a fashion as to make clear that she had been forced to watch them die, first.
Watch, Mrs. Carpenter, Tessa hissed. Watch.
Nicodemus turned his head toward three squires, who were standing by with bottles of vodka fitted into Molotov cocktails with bits of cloth. The bottles were already lit.
His gravelly voice came out low and hard. Burn it down.
Fifty
I stepped up to the door with my staff in hand just as the three men hurled the bottles of vodka, pointed the staff, and snarled, Infriga!
Icy air screamed. The bottles soared up toward the house and hit the roof with a number of dull thunks, then came rattling back down to fall to the lawn, glass cracking, their contents frozen solid.
A number of things happened, all at once.
Tessa let out a hellish screech. She lifted a hand toward me, gathering power in her palm, but as she released it, Nicodemus seized her arm and directed the blast straight up into the air.
Squires started shooting at me. A bullet smacked into my duster over my left lung and hit me like a fist, spinning me to one side.
Mouse hurtled toward the rear of the house.
And, as I fell, Mabs earring burst, the two pieces flying out of my ear in different directions and bouncing off the walls of the entry hall, and all the pain in the universe came crashing down on me at the same time.
Dimly, I heard Butters calling my name. Bullets hit the entry hall and the doorway and darted past me in spiteful, hissing whispers to thwack into the stairs behind me. I lay there in a stupor of pain, and another round hit my duster again, and then Butters was hauling me out of the doorway by main force.
I tried to care about other things that were happening, but mostly I was trying to work up enough energy to curl up into a defensive fetal positionand failing.
Harry! Butters screamed, propping me up. Harry, get up! Theyre coming back!
Burnit! Tessa shrieked. Burn them! Burn them all!
Harry! Butters howled. Do something!
I didnt have enough left in me to contort my face.
Oh, God, Butters said. OhGodohGodohGod . . .
And that was when I saw Waldo Butters choose to be a hero.
He looked up the stairs, toward where the children were hidden. Then he looked out toward the men outside. Then he hardened his jaw.
And with businesslike motions, he stripped me out of my leather duster. He put it on. The sleeves were too long and it was grotesquely oversized, but I had to admit that he got a lot more coverage out of the thing than I ever did.
Bob, he said.
Glowing lights surged up out of one of the pouches on his Batman vest, dancing nervously in the slowly growing light of dawn. Yeah, boss?
Were going in.
Uh . . .
If anything happens to me, he said, I want you to head back to the skull. Tell Andi everything you saw. Tell her I said to get you to someone responsible. And tell her that I said that I loved her. Okay?
Boss, Bob said, his voice subdued. You sure about this?
Theres nobody else here, Butters said quietly. Harrys down. Charitys been captured. We cant risk Uriels demise. And if we wait for help, theyll burn the kids to death while we wring our hands.
But . . . you arent up for this. You cant possibly beat them.
Gotta try, Butters said.
Youll die trying, Bob said. And it wont make any difference.
Ive got to believe that it will, he said. Maybe I can slow them down until some real help gets here.
Oh, Bob said, his voice very small.
You ready? Butters asked. Can you access the duster?
Sure. I tutored Harry on these spells.
Keep the bullets off me for as long as you can, Butters said.
Got it, Bob said. Lets give em hell, boss.
Thats the spirit, Butters said. He took a deep breath, and then put his hand on my shoulder and said, Dont worry, Harry. Youve done enough. I got this.
I wanted to scream at Butters not to go, not to throw his life awayto go get the kids and try to run. It would have been just as hopeless, but he might not realize that. And at least theyd die with bullets in them instead of being burned to death. But I couldnt move, or think or do anything else. The pain was simply too great. It wasnt a headache now. It was a worldache. I didnt have a broken arm anymoreI didnt have a body at all. I just had pain.
Tessa stood beside him in human form, wearing black trousers and a black shirt. Her expression was distant, haunted. She looked awful, thin and wasted away, like those movies of people rescued from concentration camps, but her eyes burned with some dark emotion that the word hate didnt begin to cover.
As I watched, two squires half dragged, half carried Charity over to him. They dumped her on the sidewalk in front of Nicodemus. She seemed stunned. Her leg was covered in blood. The armored coat was chewed and torn over her wounded thigh, where most of the shotgun pellets had been caught and stopped.
Nicodemus seized a handful of Charitys hair and dragged her faceup, to where she could see her house.
My heart twisted and rage filled me. I knew what he was doing. Nicodemus planned to leave a message for Michael. It wasnt enough for Nicodemus simply to kill the Knights childrennot when he could kill them and leave Charitys corpse behind in such a fashion as to make clear that she had been forced to watch them die, first.
Watch, Mrs. Carpenter, Tessa hissed. Watch.
Nicodemus turned his head toward three squires, who were standing by with bottles of vodka fitted into Molotov cocktails with bits of cloth. The bottles were already lit.
His gravelly voice came out low and hard. Burn it down.
Fifty
I stepped up to the door with my staff in hand just as the three men hurled the bottles of vodka, pointed the staff, and snarled, Infriga!
Icy air screamed. The bottles soared up toward the house and hit the roof with a number of dull thunks, then came rattling back down to fall to the lawn, glass cracking, their contents frozen solid.
A number of things happened, all at once.
Tessa let out a hellish screech. She lifted a hand toward me, gathering power in her palm, but as she released it, Nicodemus seized her arm and directed the blast straight up into the air.
Squires started shooting at me. A bullet smacked into my duster over my left lung and hit me like a fist, spinning me to one side.
Mouse hurtled toward the rear of the house.
And, as I fell, Mabs earring burst, the two pieces flying out of my ear in different directions and bouncing off the walls of the entry hall, and all the pain in the universe came crashing down on me at the same time.
Dimly, I heard Butters calling my name. Bullets hit the entry hall and the doorway and darted past me in spiteful, hissing whispers to thwack into the stairs behind me. I lay there in a stupor of pain, and another round hit my duster again, and then Butters was hauling me out of the doorway by main force.
I tried to care about other things that were happening, but mostly I was trying to work up enough energy to curl up into a defensive fetal positionand failing.
Harry! Butters screamed, propping me up. Harry, get up! Theyre coming back!
Burnit! Tessa shrieked. Burn them! Burn them all!
Harry! Butters howled. Do something!
I didnt have enough left in me to contort my face.
Oh, God, Butters said. OhGodohGodohGod . . .
And that was when I saw Waldo Butters choose to be a hero.
He looked up the stairs, toward where the children were hidden. Then he looked out toward the men outside. Then he hardened his jaw.
And with businesslike motions, he stripped me out of my leather duster. He put it on. The sleeves were too long and it was grotesquely oversized, but I had to admit that he got a lot more coverage out of the thing than I ever did.
Bob, he said.
Glowing lights surged up out of one of the pouches on his Batman vest, dancing nervously in the slowly growing light of dawn. Yeah, boss?
Were going in.
Uh . . .
If anything happens to me, he said, I want you to head back to the skull. Tell Andi everything you saw. Tell her I said to get you to someone responsible. And tell her that I said that I loved her. Okay?
Boss, Bob said, his voice subdued. You sure about this?
Theres nobody else here, Butters said quietly. Harrys down. Charitys been captured. We cant risk Uriels demise. And if we wait for help, theyll burn the kids to death while we wring our hands.
But . . . you arent up for this. You cant possibly beat them.
Gotta try, Butters said.
Youll die trying, Bob said. And it wont make any difference.
Ive got to believe that it will, he said. Maybe I can slow them down until some real help gets here.
Oh, Bob said, his voice very small.
You ready? Butters asked. Can you access the duster?
Sure. I tutored Harry on these spells.
Keep the bullets off me for as long as you can, Butters said.
Got it, Bob said. Lets give em hell, boss.
Thats the spirit, Butters said. He took a deep breath, and then put his hand on my shoulder and said, Dont worry, Harry. Youve done enough. I got this.
I wanted to scream at Butters not to go, not to throw his life awayto go get the kids and try to run. It would have been just as hopeless, but he might not realize that. And at least theyd die with bullets in them instead of being burned to death. But I couldnt move, or think or do anything else. The pain was simply too great. It wasnt a headache now. It was a worldache. I didnt have a broken arm anymoreI didnt have a body at all. I just had pain.
