. . . and landed directly in Waldo Butterss upraised hand.
His fingers closed around the grip of the broken Sword of Faith, and if I hadnt seen it with my own eyes, I would scarcely have believed what happened.
There was a flash of light.
There was a sound like a howl of holy trumpets backed up by the voices of an entire choir.
And suddenly a shaft of blinding silver-white light three feet long sprang from the broken hilt of Fidelacchius and shone in the first golden light of that days dawn, humming with the full power of the Sword, only louder now, more melodic, and physically audible.
Nicodemuss sword was already falling, and when it met the blade of light, there was a shriek of protesting metal, a flash of sparks, and he reeled back three quick steps, staring at his own weapon in incomprehension.
Fidelacchius had sheared it off as neatly as if it had been paper instead of steel. The severed end of Nicodemuss sword glowed white-hot.
Ah, said a voice next to me, in a tone of intense satisfaction, and I jerked a quick glance up to see Uriel crouching next to me, his teeth showing, his eyes glittering.
Butters came to his feet, and his jaw hung open. He stared at the humming blade in his hands for a second and then suddenly his teeth showed in a joyous smile that was no less fierce for being so.
And his eyes locked on Nicodemus.
Suddenly, there was an incoherent scream from behind one of the vans, and the vehicle rocked, as if something enormous had smashed against it. A second later, Mouse stepped out from behind the van, where its bulk was shielding him from the immediate aim of the slowly recovering squires. The Foo dogs head was low, his body crouched and tensed, hackles raised, gleaming, sharp, freshly bloodied teeth bared. He was no more than a few feet from Nicodemuss back, and at his appearance, Anduriels shadow form went berserk, flickering and twisting in a dozen directions at once, like a panicked animal running to the ends of its tether.
Nice try? Butters said. Mister, where I come from, there is no try.
And he lifted the Sword to a guard position and charged, coat flaring dramatically, impossibly.
Mouse let out a great, coughing roar of a bark and flung himself forward, silver-blue light gathering in his fur and around his mane and jaws.
I saw the fury and the rage and bafflement in Nicodemuss face as the newly minted Sir Butters came toward him, and I saw something else there, too.
Fear.
The furious light of the Sword of Faith renewed filled him with terror.
He let out a cry of frustration and leapt into the air, where Anduriels shadow gathered around him in a sudden blob of fluid darkness, and then streaked away, up into the dawn-lit fog, and was gone.
Butters whirled at once, toward Tessa, but the other Denarian had already fled into the fog, leaving behind a frustrated cry that turned into her demonforms brassy shriek as it faded.
Butters, with Mouse at his side,turned to face the squires who still remained. The nearest one, I saw, was Jordan, who clutched his shotgun in white-knuckled hands, his expression bewildered.
In fact, as I looked around, I saw the same expression on the faces of every squire there. Utter confusion, as if theyd just beheld something that they knew damned well was impossible. Theyd just seen their unbeatable lord and master humbled and forced to flee by a pipsqueak of a Knight who wore black-rimmed spectacles and might have weighed a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet.
Its over, Butters said. Fidelacchiuss ominous hum gave his voice a certain terrifying punctuation. We make an end of it, right here. Its over, guys.
Jordan, his eyes welling with tears, dropped his arms to his side, abruptly, limply, like an exhausted child. His weapon tumbled to the ground. And, over the next few seconds, the others did exactly the same.
The Sword of Faith, I thought, cuts both ways.
I realized my cheek was back against the floor a moment later, and dully noted that my eyes had stopped working at some point. They were open, but they werent showing me any images. Maybe thats what they meant by the phrase lazy eye. Hah. Im hysterical when Im dying.
I heard a sound thena distant howl of northern wind, rapidly growing louder in pitch and volume.
Easy, Harry, said Uriels voice in the blackness. Mollys here. Easy.
And then I went away.
Fifty-one
I woke up in bed. There was a colorful cartoon pony on the ceiling above me.
My body ached. I mean it ached to no end. Just breathing felt like a motion that stretched sore muscles. I was hideously thirsty and ravenous, and considering the complaints from my bladder, Id been down for a while.
I looked around without moving my head. I was in Maggies room. Judging from the amber sunshine coming in through the window and covering one wall, it was evening. I wondered if it was the same day. Maggies raised bed towered over me, and I realized that I was on a mattress laid on the floor of her room. Something heavy was on one of my feet, and it had gone to sleep. I moved my head enough to see what it was, and wished I hadnt done that. My skull pounded like a little man was slamming it with a hammer.
I winced and focused my eyes through the discomfort. Mouse slept on the floor beside the bed, and his massive chin rested on my ankle. His ears were twitching, though his eyes were closed, his breathing steady.
Hey, I croaked. Gonna lose my foot, you keep that up. Fall right off.
Mouse snorted and lifted his head. He blinked blearily for a second, as any reasonable person does upon waking, and then dropped his mouth open in a doggy grin. His tail started wagging, and he rose so that he could walk to my head and start giving me slobbery dog kisses while making little happy sounds.
His fingers closed around the grip of the broken Sword of Faith, and if I hadnt seen it with my own eyes, I would scarcely have believed what happened.
There was a flash of light.
There was a sound like a howl of holy trumpets backed up by the voices of an entire choir.
And suddenly a shaft of blinding silver-white light three feet long sprang from the broken hilt of Fidelacchius and shone in the first golden light of that days dawn, humming with the full power of the Sword, only louder now, more melodic, and physically audible.
Nicodemuss sword was already falling, and when it met the blade of light, there was a shriek of protesting metal, a flash of sparks, and he reeled back three quick steps, staring at his own weapon in incomprehension.
Fidelacchius had sheared it off as neatly as if it had been paper instead of steel. The severed end of Nicodemuss sword glowed white-hot.
Ah, said a voice next to me, in a tone of intense satisfaction, and I jerked a quick glance up to see Uriel crouching next to me, his teeth showing, his eyes glittering.
Butters came to his feet, and his jaw hung open. He stared at the humming blade in his hands for a second and then suddenly his teeth showed in a joyous smile that was no less fierce for being so.
And his eyes locked on Nicodemus.
Suddenly, there was an incoherent scream from behind one of the vans, and the vehicle rocked, as if something enormous had smashed against it. A second later, Mouse stepped out from behind the van, where its bulk was shielding him from the immediate aim of the slowly recovering squires. The Foo dogs head was low, his body crouched and tensed, hackles raised, gleaming, sharp, freshly bloodied teeth bared. He was no more than a few feet from Nicodemuss back, and at his appearance, Anduriels shadow form went berserk, flickering and twisting in a dozen directions at once, like a panicked animal running to the ends of its tether.
Nice try? Butters said. Mister, where I come from, there is no try.
And he lifted the Sword to a guard position and charged, coat flaring dramatically, impossibly.
Mouse let out a great, coughing roar of a bark and flung himself forward, silver-blue light gathering in his fur and around his mane and jaws.
I saw the fury and the rage and bafflement in Nicodemuss face as the newly minted Sir Butters came toward him, and I saw something else there, too.
Fear.
The furious light of the Sword of Faith renewed filled him with terror.
He let out a cry of frustration and leapt into the air, where Anduriels shadow gathered around him in a sudden blob of fluid darkness, and then streaked away, up into the dawn-lit fog, and was gone.
Butters whirled at once, toward Tessa, but the other Denarian had already fled into the fog, leaving behind a frustrated cry that turned into her demonforms brassy shriek as it faded.
Butters, with Mouse at his side,turned to face the squires who still remained. The nearest one, I saw, was Jordan, who clutched his shotgun in white-knuckled hands, his expression bewildered.
In fact, as I looked around, I saw the same expression on the faces of every squire there. Utter confusion, as if theyd just beheld something that they knew damned well was impossible. Theyd just seen their unbeatable lord and master humbled and forced to flee by a pipsqueak of a Knight who wore black-rimmed spectacles and might have weighed a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet.
Its over, Butters said. Fidelacchiuss ominous hum gave his voice a certain terrifying punctuation. We make an end of it, right here. Its over, guys.
Jordan, his eyes welling with tears, dropped his arms to his side, abruptly, limply, like an exhausted child. His weapon tumbled to the ground. And, over the next few seconds, the others did exactly the same.
The Sword of Faith, I thought, cuts both ways.
I realized my cheek was back against the floor a moment later, and dully noted that my eyes had stopped working at some point. They were open, but they werent showing me any images. Maybe thats what they meant by the phrase lazy eye. Hah. Im hysterical when Im dying.
I heard a sound thena distant howl of northern wind, rapidly growing louder in pitch and volume.
Easy, Harry, said Uriels voice in the blackness. Mollys here. Easy.
And then I went away.
Fifty-one
I woke up in bed. There was a colorful cartoon pony on the ceiling above me.
My body ached. I mean it ached to no end. Just breathing felt like a motion that stretched sore muscles. I was hideously thirsty and ravenous, and considering the complaints from my bladder, Id been down for a while.
I looked around without moving my head. I was in Maggies room. Judging from the amber sunshine coming in through the window and covering one wall, it was evening. I wondered if it was the same day. Maggies raised bed towered over me, and I realized that I was on a mattress laid on the floor of her room. Something heavy was on one of my feet, and it had gone to sleep. I moved my head enough to see what it was, and wished I hadnt done that. My skull pounded like a little man was slamming it with a hammer.
I winced and focused my eyes through the discomfort. Mouse slept on the floor beside the bed, and his massive chin rested on my ankle. His ears were twitching, though his eyes were closed, his breathing steady.
Hey, I croaked. Gonna lose my foot, you keep that up. Fall right off.
Mouse snorted and lifted his head. He blinked blearily for a second, as any reasonable person does upon waking, and then dropped his mouth open in a doggy grin. His tail started wagging, and he rose so that he could walk to my head and start giving me slobbery dog kisses while making little happy sounds.
