Hold! I heard Nicodemus shout, his voice sharp.
The Genoskwa let out a low growl. It had to turn its shoulders and twist at the waist to look back at him, a simian gesturethere was just too much muscle on that huge neck to allow it the full range of motion. As a result, I was able to see past it.
Karrin, apparently unhurt, still stood, and she had Fidelacchius pressed against Nicodemuss throat.
I blinked, and felt a sudden surge of ferocious pride.
Shed beaten him.
I may be no true Knight, Karrin snarled into the sudden silence, her voice tight with pain. But Im the only one here. Tell the gorilla to let Dresden go or I take your head off and give the Noose back to the Church along with your Coin.
Nicodemus stared at her for a moment. Then he opened his hands, slowly, and the sword and pistol both tumbled to the frozen ground. The sleet rattled down in silence.
I surrender, he said quietly, his voice mocking. He tilted his head slightly toward Butters. And I relinquish my claim on the blood of the innocent. Have mercy on me, O Knight.
Tell the Genoskwa to let him go, Karrin said.
Nicodemus held out his hand. The swarming shadows around him abruptly surged, condensed, flooded toward him. They gathered in his palm, and an instant later, a small silver coin gleamed there, marked with a black smudge in the shape of some kind of sigil. Without looking away from Karrin, he dropped the Coin, and it fell to the icy sidewalk without bouncing, as if it had been made from something far heavier than lead.
Let Dresden go, Karrin said.
Nicodemus smiled, still, his eyes and hands steady. He reached up and undid the Noose tied about his throat, and let it fall to the ground beside the Coin.
Karrin bared her teeth. Let him go. Im not going to ask again.
Nicodemus smiled and smiled, and said, Crush his skull. Make it hurt.
The Genoskwa turned back toward me, his eyes blazing from back beneath his cavernous brow, and his fingers tightened on my skull. I dropped my staff and tried to reach up to pry his hand off my head, but quickly realized that I was hilariously outclassed in the physical strength department. If I strained with my entire body, I might have a chance against one of the Genoskwas fingers. I tried that. The vise tightened. My breathing turned harsh as red cracks began to spread through the silvery sensation.
But Ive surrendered, Nicodemus assured Karrin. Its very clear, what you must do. His smile had returned, and his voice dripped contempt. Save me, O Knight.
You son of a bitch, Karrin snarled. Her breath had begun to come in gulps. You son of a bitch.
Pain finally began to hammer through the mantle of Winter. I heard myself make an animal soundas the Genoskwas grip tightened. His breathing was getting faster and harsher, too. He was enjoying this.
My groan shook Karrin, visibly, her body reacting to the sound.
I saw it coming, what Nicodemus was doing. I tried to warn her, but as I began to speak, the Genoskwa rapped my head back against the minivan and nothing came out.
Save me, Nicodemus said again, and watch him die.
Damn you! Karrin snarled.
Her h*ps and shoulders twisted, to deliver the lethal slash.
The light of the blade died away as abruptly as that of an unplugged lamp. The thrum of power that resonated through the very air vanished.
Nicodemus rolled, moving like a snake, anticipating her perfectly and flowing away from the Sword with a sinuous motion of spine and shoulder. Karrin was thrown slightly off-balance by the lack of resistance, and his hands swept up and seized her wrists.
The pair of them struggled for a second, and then Fidelacchius swept up high, over Karrins head. Her expression whitened in horror as she saw the Sword, now gleaming with nothing more than ordinary light.
Then, guided by Nicodemuss hands, the ancient Sword came smashing down onto the concrete of the sidewalk, the flat of the blade striking the frozen stone.
It shattered with a rising shriek of protesting metal, shards flickering in the streetlights. Pieces of the blade went spinning in every direction, sparkling reflected light through the darkness. Karrin stared at it with unbelieving eyes.
Ah, Nicodemus said. The wordless sigh was a slow, deep expression of utter satisfaction.
Awful silence fell.
The Sword of Faith was no more.
Thirty
Sleet rattled down.
A dog howled, somewhere a few blocks away, a lost and lonely sound.
Karrins breath exploded from her in a sob, her blue eyes wide and fixed on the shattered pieces of the blade.
Judge not, lest ye be judged, Miss Murphy, Nicodemus purred. And then he slammed his head into hers.
She reeled back from the blow, and was brought up short by Nicodemuss grip on her arm.
It is not the place of a Knight to decide whether or not to take the life given to another, Nicodemus continued. Before she could recover, he struck her savagely, the heel of his hand cracking into her jaw with an audible crunching sound. Not your place to condemn or consign.
Karrin seemed to gather herself together. She flicked a quick blow at Nicodemuss face, forcing him to duck, and then their hands engaged in a complex and swift-moving series of motions that ended with Karrins left arm held out straight, while she was forced down to her knees on the freezing sidewalk.
Id never seen her lose when it came to grappling for a lock. Never.
The Genoskwa let out a low growl. It had to turn its shoulders and twist at the waist to look back at him, a simian gesturethere was just too much muscle on that huge neck to allow it the full range of motion. As a result, I was able to see past it.
Karrin, apparently unhurt, still stood, and she had Fidelacchius pressed against Nicodemuss throat.
I blinked, and felt a sudden surge of ferocious pride.
Shed beaten him.
I may be no true Knight, Karrin snarled into the sudden silence, her voice tight with pain. But Im the only one here. Tell the gorilla to let Dresden go or I take your head off and give the Noose back to the Church along with your Coin.
Nicodemus stared at her for a moment. Then he opened his hands, slowly, and the sword and pistol both tumbled to the frozen ground. The sleet rattled down in silence.
I surrender, he said quietly, his voice mocking. He tilted his head slightly toward Butters. And I relinquish my claim on the blood of the innocent. Have mercy on me, O Knight.
Tell the Genoskwa to let him go, Karrin said.
Nicodemus held out his hand. The swarming shadows around him abruptly surged, condensed, flooded toward him. They gathered in his palm, and an instant later, a small silver coin gleamed there, marked with a black smudge in the shape of some kind of sigil. Without looking away from Karrin, he dropped the Coin, and it fell to the icy sidewalk without bouncing, as if it had been made from something far heavier than lead.
Let Dresden go, Karrin said.
Nicodemus smiled, still, his eyes and hands steady. He reached up and undid the Noose tied about his throat, and let it fall to the ground beside the Coin.
Karrin bared her teeth. Let him go. Im not going to ask again.
Nicodemus smiled and smiled, and said, Crush his skull. Make it hurt.
The Genoskwa turned back toward me, his eyes blazing from back beneath his cavernous brow, and his fingers tightened on my skull. I dropped my staff and tried to reach up to pry his hand off my head, but quickly realized that I was hilariously outclassed in the physical strength department. If I strained with my entire body, I might have a chance against one of the Genoskwas fingers. I tried that. The vise tightened. My breathing turned harsh as red cracks began to spread through the silvery sensation.
But Ive surrendered, Nicodemus assured Karrin. Its very clear, what you must do. His smile had returned, and his voice dripped contempt. Save me, O Knight.
You son of a bitch, Karrin snarled. Her breath had begun to come in gulps. You son of a bitch.
Pain finally began to hammer through the mantle of Winter. I heard myself make an animal soundas the Genoskwas grip tightened. His breathing was getting faster and harsher, too. He was enjoying this.
My groan shook Karrin, visibly, her body reacting to the sound.
I saw it coming, what Nicodemus was doing. I tried to warn her, but as I began to speak, the Genoskwa rapped my head back against the minivan and nothing came out.
Save me, Nicodemus said again, and watch him die.
Damn you! Karrin snarled.
Her h*ps and shoulders twisted, to deliver the lethal slash.
The light of the blade died away as abruptly as that of an unplugged lamp. The thrum of power that resonated through the very air vanished.
Nicodemus rolled, moving like a snake, anticipating her perfectly and flowing away from the Sword with a sinuous motion of spine and shoulder. Karrin was thrown slightly off-balance by the lack of resistance, and his hands swept up and seized her wrists.
The pair of them struggled for a second, and then Fidelacchius swept up high, over Karrins head. Her expression whitened in horror as she saw the Sword, now gleaming with nothing more than ordinary light.
Then, guided by Nicodemuss hands, the ancient Sword came smashing down onto the concrete of the sidewalk, the flat of the blade striking the frozen stone.
It shattered with a rising shriek of protesting metal, shards flickering in the streetlights. Pieces of the blade went spinning in every direction, sparkling reflected light through the darkness. Karrin stared at it with unbelieving eyes.
Ah, Nicodemus said. The wordless sigh was a slow, deep expression of utter satisfaction.
Awful silence fell.
The Sword of Faith was no more.
Thirty
Sleet rattled down.
A dog howled, somewhere a few blocks away, a lost and lonely sound.
Karrins breath exploded from her in a sob, her blue eyes wide and fixed on the shattered pieces of the blade.
Judge not, lest ye be judged, Miss Murphy, Nicodemus purred. And then he slammed his head into hers.
She reeled back from the blow, and was brought up short by Nicodemuss grip on her arm.
It is not the place of a Knight to decide whether or not to take the life given to another, Nicodemus continued. Before she could recover, he struck her savagely, the heel of his hand cracking into her jaw with an audible crunching sound. Not your place to condemn or consign.
Karrin seemed to gather herself together. She flicked a quick blow at Nicodemuss face, forcing him to duck, and then their hands engaged in a complex and swift-moving series of motions that ended with Karrins left arm held out straight, while she was forced down to her knees on the freezing sidewalk.
Id never seen her lose when it came to grappling for a lock. Never.
