“I call upon you to observe the rest of our agreement,” he said loudly.
Julian inclined his head slightly.
“We will, provided you do,” he answered. “Have your men out of here by daybreak.”
“We leave now,” Dalt replied, and he began to turn away.
“Dalt!” I called out.
He turned back and regarded me.
“My name is Merlin,” I said. “We’ve met, though I don’t know whether you remember.”
He shook his head.
I raised my right arm and pronounced my most useless and at the same time flashiest spell. The ground erupted before him, showering him with dirt and gravel. He stepped back and wiped his face, then looked down into the rough trench that had appeared.
“That is your grave,” I said, “if Luke’s death comes of this.”
He studied me again.
“Next time I’ll remember you,” he said, and he turned and followed the men who were carrying Luke back to his lines.
I looked over at Julian, who was watching me. He turned away and uprooted his torch. I did the same. I followed him back the way we had come.
Later, in his tent, Julian observed, “That solves one problem. Possibly two.”
“Maybe,” I said.
“It takes care of Dalt for the moment.”
“I guess.”
“Benedict tells me the man is already breaking camp.”
“I don’t think we’ve seen the last of him.”
“If that’s the best he can manage for an army these days, it won’t matter.”
“Don’t you get the impression this was an impromptu mission?” I asked. “I’d guess he pulled his force together very fast. It makes me think he had a tight schedule.”
“You may be right there. But he really gambled.”
“And he won.”
“Yes, he did. And you shouldn’t have shown him your power, there at the end:”
“Why not?”
“You’ll have a wary enemy if you ever go after him.”
“He needed warning.”
“A man like that lives with risks. He calculates and he acts. However he figures you, he won’t change his plans at this point. Besides, you haven’t seen the last of Rinaldo either. He’s the same way. Those two understand each other. “
“You may be right.”
“I am.”
“If the fight had gone the other way, do you think his army would have stood for it?” I asked.
Julian shrugged. “He knew mine would if he won, because he knew I stood to gain by it. That was sufficient.”
I nodded.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I have to report this business to Vialle now. I assume you’ll want to trump through when I’ve finished?”
“Yes.”
He produced a card and set about the business. And I found myself wondering, not for the first time, just what it was that Vialle sensed when it came to a Trump contact. I always see the other person myself, and all of the others say that they do, too. But Vialle, as I understood it, had been blind from birth. I’ve always felt it would be impolite to ask her, and for that matter it’s occurred to me that her answer probably wouldn’t make much sense to a sighted person. I’ll probably always wonder, though.
As Julian addressed her shadowy presence, I turned my mind to the future. I was going to have to do something about Mask and Jurt soon, and it looked now as if I’d be doing it without Luke. Did I really want to follow his advice and try to talk Jasra into an alliance against them? Would the benefits really be worth the risk? And if I didn’t, how would I manage the thing? Maybe I should make my way back to that strange bar and see about renting the Jabberwock. Or the Vorpal Sword. Or both; Maybe –
I heard my name mentioned, and I drifted back to the present moment, present problems. Julian was explaining something to Vialle, but I knew there wasn’t all that much to explain. So I got to my feet, stretched, and summoned the Logrus Sight.
I saw her ghostly form clearly when I directed my vision toward the area before Julian: She was in that same stiff chair where I had last seen her. I wondered whether she had remained there the entire while or had just returned. I hoped she’d had a chance to go back and eat that dessert I hadn’t had a shot at.