K. Mills - Wizard Undercover
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K. E. Mills
Wizard Undercover
PROLOGUE
Puffing and panting, dripping unladylike sweat down her cheeks and off the end of her freckled nose and with her stylish, brand new spectacles fogged, Melissande slipped and staggered her way along yet another narrow, barely lit, cobblestoned Grande Splotze alley.
Im an idiot. What am I? A raving nutter. I shouldve known Id be sorry if I wore high heels.
Well. High ish. A good two and a half inches, at any rate, which at this particularly fraught moment was two and a half inches too many.
I swear on Sultan Zazoors best war camel, I dont care what the occasion is, the next time I get mixed up with one of Geralds little missions Im bloody well wearing ballet slippers!
Or better yet, football boots. The studded kind. With reinforced steel toes.
Assuming, of course, there is a next time. Assuming that this time doesnt end with us well and truly corpsified.
She risked a downwards glance at her pale green silk-swathed chest, where Geralds lolling head was awkwardly pillowed. Oh, lord. He did look bad. Dont die, Gerald. Please dont die. Feeling him start to slip yet again, the fierce drag on her shoulders and back burning hotter with every unsteady step, she gave a little grunt, blinked fresh sweat out of her eyes, and tried to firm up her grip around his barely moving chest. If she dropped him hed likely crack his skull on the cobbles, just like an egg.
Which would put the icing on our very lumpy cake, and no mistake.
Directly in front of her, arms clamped around Geralds knees, Bibbie was having her own difficulties staying upright. Not long after the nights fireworks finished, a chilly rain had washed through festive Grande Splotze, chasing the crowds of revellers indoors even before the curfew. Now the capitals inconveniently empty streets were as treacherous as an ice rink.
So any minute now well be skating, I expect. Wonderful.
Without warning, the narrow, poorly lit alley took a precipitous right-hand turn. Cursing, Bibbie hopped and skipped and jiggled around it-and lost her footing. But then, praise Saint Snodgrass, with an alarmed squeak she found her balance and went on cursing, more inventively than ever.
Keeping up, but only just, Melissande clutched Geralds chest so tightly she expected to hear the sharp snap-snap-snap of his ribs.
Do be careful, Bibbie! And shut up! she hissed, frantic, at the back of Bibbies head. We dont want those murderous pillocks to hear us! And whatever else you do, dont drop Gerald!
No, really? Bibbie retorted over her shoulder. Her neatly coiffed hair was coming down in a tangle of plain pins. Arent you the spoilsport. I was hoping to roll him down the street like a hoop!
Melissande scowled. If her arms hadnt been full of unconscious secret government agent shed have happily slapped Monks wretched sister.
They staggered on, still panting and sweating, but mercifully no longer cursing, until they reached the end of the alley. Now the air wasnt only coldly damp, it was smelly as well, ripe with discarded refuse and possibly a very dead cat. Melissande tried to hold her breath.
Which way? said Bibbie, between heaving gasps. Mel, which-
Im not sure. Give me a moment.
Bibbie groaned. Must I?
Ignoring her, Melissande filtered the disgusting air between her teeth as she racked her tired brain for inspiration. If only she and Bibbie had gone with Gerald the day he went to investigate Abel Bestwicks lodging. But hed made them stay behind because they were only honorary janitors, and for all he knew Abel Bestwick had all kinds of secret janitorial information strewn about his rented home. Information they werent cleared to see. So instead of knowing in practice where they were going, she and Bibbie only knew in theory: 45b Voblinz Lane, smack dab in the middle of fancy Grande Splotzes insalubrious slummy bits. She spared lolling Geralds upside down face an unfriendly glance. If all three of them got out of this scrape in one piece shed have a few pithy things to say about being treated like a second-class honorary agent.
Melissande!
Yes, yes, all right. Go left, she said, haphazard.
Left? Bibbie echoed, doubtful. Are you sure?
No, but at least theres half a chance well be going the right way!
Oh, Saint Snodgrasss elbow, Bibbie muttered. Fine. Left it is. But instead of getting a move on she cocked her head, listening. I cant hear anything, Mel. Are you quite certain those buggers are still chasing us? I threw down a pretty good confusion hex, yknow.
Bibbie, you and me and Gerald are all that stand between them and utter ruin. Thats what I call motive. Besides, with their thaumaturgics do you honestly think theyre going to stay confused for long?
Yes, well, when you put it that way
Exactly. Now lets go!
They shuffled out of the stinking alley and headed left along a slightly wider and marginally less odiferous thoroughfare. Each side of the street was lined with slovenly buildings, leaning shoulder to shoulder like two lines of drunken sailors. A few crooked chimney pots belched half-hearted, noxious smoke. As with every other alley and lane in this dreadful part of Splotzes capital, only a few gaslights were properly working and none of them was draped with festive garlands. Dim lamps shone behind tatty curtains here and there, but nobody stirred beyond the safety of their four dilapidated walls. But probably it wouldnt matter if they did. Grande Splotzes townsfolk were no match for the villains they were dealing with.
And speaking of villains
Having caught her breath a little, Melissande strained her hearing. But she couldnt hear any malevolent footsteps behind them. The only sounds were her bellows breathing, and Bibbies, and Geralds hoarsely squashed exhalations, and the uneven clipping of their reception-worthy heels on the citys slick, uneven cobbles.
So was I wrong? Have we lost them after all? Oh, please, please let it mean I was wrong!
Bibbie, I think maybe-
And then it didnt matter what she thought because Bibbie misstepped a second time, turned her ankle and with an anguished yelp let go of Geralds knees.
Bibbie! she shrieked, and dropped rump-first to the wet cobbles, Gerald clutched in her arms.
Ignoring her, Bibbie hopped in a circle. Ow! Ow! Ow!
Bibbie, be quiet!
Oh, be quiet yourself! moaned Bibbie. Cant you see Ive broken my leg?
No, because she was too busy making sure Gerald was still with them. Luckily, Monks careless sister had chosen a fitful pool of gaslight in which to sprain her wretched ankle, so she could get a halfway proper look at him.
Oh, dear. Oh, lord. Hes getting worse.
Gerald, she whispered, patting his pale cheek. Gerald, can you hear me? Gerald, are you there?
He didnt answer. Not even his closed eyelids flickered. In the uncertain light his lips looked dangerously pale. Equally alarming was the fine sheen of sweat coating his skin. She pressed gloved fingertips to his neck and waited for the reassuring thub-thub of a pulse. It came at last, far too slowly.
Well? said Bibbie, bent in half and rubbing her kid-skin covered ankle. Her voice was steady enough but her eyes were frightened. How is he?
Not dead yet.
If only we knew what poison they used, Bibbie fretted. Melissande, are you sure therell be something at Abel Bestwicks lodgings thatll save him?
No, of course she wasnt. Only she couldnt say that. For all her bravado, Bibbies courage was hanging by a thread.
Not to mention mine.
There should be, she said, chafing Geralds cold hand. Bestwicks a janitor, he must have some kind of emergency medicine kit.
And if he doesnt?
Then hell have a crystal ball hidden somewhere. One strong enough to reach Sir Alec. And Sir Alec will know exactly what to do.
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