Darren Shan - City of the Snakes

NEW YORK BOSTON

For:

Liam, Biddy & BasSnakes, Troops, Kluxersall

OBE (Order of the Bloody Entrails) to:

Darren OShaughnessy and D B Shangone but not forgotten

Edited by:

Sarah Hodgsonrunning solo, like Capac, now

The City could not have been built without all of the architects and tradespeople of the Christopher Little crew

T he Cardinal is deadlong live The Cardinal!

Cathal Sampedro and the three other men in my office applaud soundly as Gico Carl makes the toast. Theyre all grinning inanelythey love me to death. I smile obligingly and tip my crystal glass to Gicos. Im not a champagne man by nature, but when the occasion calls for it

Ten years, Capac, Gico beams, licking his lips nervously. I pretend not to notice the giveaway gesture. Seems like only yesterday.

This is boring. I know theyre here to kill me. I wish theyd stop wasting my time with small talk and just get on with it.

Remember the night, Cathal begins and I tune out. Cathal has the gift of making the most fascinating anecdote sound incredibly dull. His stories are best ignored if possible, and since Im The Cardinal, lord of the city, I can ignore anyone I damn well please.

The Cardinal is deadlong live The Cardinal. Its been said to me many times over the last decade, occasionally by those who mean it, more often by fools like these who think they can replace me.

Ten years. A long time by most standards, but Gicoonce-loyal Gico Carl, the man I chose to succeed Frank Weld as head of the Troopsis right. It does seem like yesterday. I can recall every detail of Ferdinand Doraks twisted expression as he stepped up to the edge of the roof of Party Central. Half excited, half fearful, thoroughly demented. Heres to a long life, Capac Raimi, he cheered. Then, with one final Farewell! he leaped and the reins of power passed to me. Ive been fighting to cling to them ever since.

Ive had a lot of people killed since I took over, but nowhere near enough. Running a corrupt cesspit like this city is damn near impossible. No ordinary man could do it. Youd need several lifetimes to stamp your authority on these streets and make them your own. Fortunately I have those lifetimes, and more besides. Ill wear down the dissidents eventually, even if I have to die trying repeatedly.

Cathal and Gico are rambling, quaffing champagne, working up the courage to kill me. They were fine servants of the original Cardinal. When I stepped in, they swore allegiance to me and for several years remained true to their oath. But their loyalties have swayed. Like so many, theyve come to believe Im not up to the task of leadership. They see the trouble Im in, the strain the citys under, the threat of rival gangs, and they think the time has come to push me aside and install a new supremo.

Slipping away from the knot of assassins, I gravitate toward the balcony, brooding on how its all gone wrong. For the first few years I ruled smoothly. I faced opposition, and assassination attempts were frequent, but that was to be expected. Things settled down as The Cardinal had predicted in the plans hed left behind for me. It seemed that I was over the worst and I commenced planning for the next phase, expansion out of the city. Thats when it all started to fall apart.

I study the dozens of puppets hanging from the walls. Doraks macabre Ayuamarcans. He could create people. He had the power to reach beyond the grave, bring the dead back to life, and give them new personalities. A group of blind Incan priestsvillacsconstructed puppets and aided Dorak in his resurrection quests. It sounds insane, but the Ayuamarcans were real. I know because Im one of them.

I step out of the office. The balconys a new addition. Ive kept this place in much the same state as Dorak left itsparsely decorated, a long desk, a plush leather chair for myself, simple plastic chairs for the guestsbut I replaced the bulletproof glass. When The Cardinal created me, he made me immortal. I can be killed but I always bounce back. As a man with no fear of death, I dont need to cut myself off from the world as my predecessor did. I like to step out here and gaze down upon my city. Normally it calms me, but not tonight.

Why am I struggling? Why the unrest on the streets? Why the renewed assassinations? Those days should be behind me. I havent weakened. Ive stayed true to my course, as my nature dictates. Ive pushed ahead with The Cardinals plans, improvising when I have to, using my initiative. Ive been generous to my supporters, wrathful to those who oppose me, fair with all. I should be respected and obeyed as Ferdinand Dorak was. But Im not.

The villacs shoulder much of the blame. The blind priests helped create me, with the intention of using me, but Im The Cardinals son, not theirs, and they resent that. Theyd have me concentrate on making the city great, ignore the outside world completely. But I cant. I must have the world in all its glory. Nothing less will suffice.

The priests have become dangerous adversaries. Their power rivals my own, maybe even eclipses it. Theyre undermining my authority, setting people and gangs against me. It was an uneasy relationship from the start, but recently its deteriorated entirely. They used to send emissaries to consult with and advise me, but I havent had word from them for eighteen months. There was no defining argument. They simply lost patience and have been doing all in their power to rock the boat ever since.

What would you have done? I murmur to the ghost of Ferdinand Dorak. Should I cut a deal? Make contact, grovel, surrender to their whims?

Inside my head I hear him chuckle, and the clouds on the horizon seem to lift into an elongated sneer. I grimace. Dumb suggestion. Youd hunt them down and exterminate them like rats, and if you lost everything, so be it. Thats how he was. Failure didnt worry him, and the threat of it never held him back. It doesnt worry me either, but Im faced with different dilemmas. The Cardinal had only one life span to consider, but Ill go on forever. Ill stand triumphant in the end, if only by outliving everybody else, and that makes me cautious. I can afford to cede ground to my enemies, knowing Ive got all the time in the world to regain it.

Were I human, Id come down hard on the villacs and force a conclusive confrontation. All or nothing. But Im superhuman. I can wait. If I forced the issue, thered be bloodshed. The city would burn. Ill avoid such dramatics if possible. Take my time. Endure the defections and betrayals. Reassert control gradually, imperiously, completely.

Gico Carl steps up beside me. Cathal lurks close behind, his features twisted with regret. This wasnt his idea. Gico talked him into it. Gico can be very persuasive. Its one of the reasons I elevated him so high, placing him in charge of the Troops. Too bad he lacks faith in me. Hell rue his betrayal soon enough, but thats little comfort. Ill have to ferret out a replacement for him. Its a headache I could have done without.

Capac, Gico sighs, draping an arm across my shoulders. Youre a good lad, but it wasnt meant to be. Too much, too soon, as they say.

Youre a fool, Gico, I smile as the other men step onto the balcony in a show of force. You think handing control over to the villacs is the answer?

Theyve nothing to do with it, he grunts.

Youre acting alone? I sneer. Then youre dumber than I thought. With the support of the priests, you could have held on for six months, maybe a year. Alone, you wouldnt last a month.