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Chapter 40~41

  Chapter Forty

  Morgan lashed his fist out at me, shouting something that sounded vaguely Greek, and the very rocks of the earth rippled up in a wave that flew toward me with incredible speed.

  I had never fought against earth magic in earnest before, but I knew enough about it to not want to be in the way when it got to me. The gun went back in my pocket, and I took my staff in hand and ran for the nearest tree. I thrust the staff back at the earth as I ran, gathered in my will, and shouted, "Forzare!"

  Unseen force lashed out at the ground behind me and flung me up at an angle. I hit the branches of the tree maybe ten feet up and scrambled wildly to grab one. I did it, and though it shook the tree like a blow from a giant ax, the wave of power went by under me without, oh, sucking me under the ground or crushing me or anything like that. I can't imagine that whatever Morgan had in mind was less than horribly violent.

  Morgan bellowed in rage and charged toward me, sword in hand. I jerked my legs up and he missed my ankles, if not by much. He snarled in rage, whirled with the silver sword of the Wardens abruptly emitting a low howling sound, and struck at the trunk of the tree in a motion of focus and power that reminded me of way too many Kurosawa movies. There was a flash of light as the blade cut all the way through the tree's trunk, the heat of all that force setting both sides of the cut on fire as the tree started to fall.

  I dropped clear and rolled as the tree fell out toward the street, and Morgan darted to one side, trying to get around the fallen tree to kill me.

  "Morgan!" I shouted. "For God's sake, man! That wasn't Luccio!"

  "Lies!" Morgan snarled. He abandoned chasing me around the tree in favor of simply hacking his way through it, and the sword in his hands howled again and again as he struck, cutting trunk and branches like bits of straw.

  "It was the Corpsetaker!" I shouted. "The body thief! She let Luccio gut her and then switched places with her!"

  His answer was an almost incoherent snarl. He came the last several feet faster than I could have believed and lashed at me with the sword. I brought my shield up and deflected the blow, but the impact of it slammed painfully against the whole left side of my body. There was more than simply physics behind that blade. I backpedaled out into the street, where several more zombies saw me and headed my way. Specters darted or looped lazily about now, with no sense of purpose in them at all, now that their drum was silent and the Corpsetaker was dead.

  "Morgan!" I screamed. "Luccio might still be alive! But not if she doesn't get help, and soon! We can't do this!"

  "More lies!" He murmured something, the blade in his hands hummed as Luccio's had, and he flicked it lightly out against my shield.

  There was a shrieking scream-in my head, rather than in my ears. I don't know how to describe it, except to say that bad audio feedback is musical and soothing by comparison. The power in the silver sword hit my defensive shield and simply undid it, unraveled it, so that all the energy in it went flying apart in all directions, while a hot, tingling pain flashed through my left arm where I wore the bracelet.

  Morgan attacked in earnest after that little flick of the blade had destroyed my defense, but his first swing was an overhand one, aimed at my temple. I knocked the blade aside with a sweep of my staff, and saw a flash of surprise cross his face at the speed of the parry. He recovered his balance, but I simply ran from him, taking that vital second to get moving again. Morgan cursed and followed me, but I can move, especially for a man my size, and Morgan wasn't exactly a spring chicken.

  I gained ten or twelve feet on him before my legs suddenly became unsteady and I faltered and nearly fell. I wanted to scream in frustration. Though I didn't feel how much pain my body was in, it was battered and weak. There was no way I could simply outrun him, but I made it back over to where my dinosaur stood, restlessly idle after driving away the specters. I got close enough to touch her and slapped at her flank, desperately willing my intentions to her tiny brain. Doubtless, savvy necromancers had ways of conveying their orders over a distance, but I was new at this, and I had no intentions of refining my technique anytime soon.

  Sue spun around as Morgan charged, leaned down low, and opened her vast jaws in a bellow of challenge.

  Say what you will about Morgan, the man was no coward. But the bellow of an angry Tyrannosaur is enough to give any mammal a moment or two of doubt. He slid to a halt on his heels, still grasping the sword in his left hand, and stared at Sue and then at me. He took a deep breath and then reached out his right hand, where there was a low, yawning, humming sound that shook the air around his fingers.

  "No," he said quietly. "Not even this creature will keep you from justice this time, Dresden. Even if I have to die doing it. "

  I stared at Morgan, the same old frustration and fear suddenly yielding to a realization. I had always assumed that Morgan's irrational hatred was something personal, reserved for me and me alone. I had assumed that for whatever reason, Morgan's persecution was the result of the political and philosophical enmity of certain members of the White Council, that he was nothing but a pawn for someone higher up in the game.

  But politicians don't make good kamikazes. That kind of dedication is reserved for zealots of principle and lunatics. For the first time I considered the notion that perhaps Morgan's hate was not directed at me personally, but at those that he truly believed to be violators of the Laws of Magic, murderers and traitors. I knew people who would face death, even embrace it, rather than surrender their principles. Karrin Murphy was one of them, and I was friends with most of the rest.

  At the end of the day, Morgan was a cop. He worked for a different body of law, of course, and under a different set of guidelines, but his duties were the same: Pursue, combat, and apprehend those who violated the laws put in place to protect people from harm. He'd spent more than a century as a policeman dealing with some of the more nightmarish things on the planet. Thinking of him in that light suddenly gave me a different understanding of Morgan's character.

  I'd seen burned-out cops before. They'd labored long and hard in the face of danger and uncertainty to uphold the law and protect the victims of crimes, only to see both the law and the victims it should have protected broken, beaten, and abused again and again. It mostly happened to the cops who genuinely cared, who believed in what they were doing, who passionately wanted to make a difference in the world. Somewhere along the way, their passion had become bottled anger. The anger had fermented into bitter hatred. Then the hatred had fed upon itself, gnawing away at them over years, even decades, until only a shell of cold iron and colder hate remained.

  I didn't feel contempt for burned-out cops. I didn't feel anger toward them. All I ever felt was sadness and empathy for their pain. They'd seen too much in their daily battle against criminals. Ten or twenty or thirty years of witnessing the most monstrous aspects of humanity had slowly turned them into walking casualties of war.

  And Morgan had been on his beat for more than a century.

  Morgan didn't hate me. He hated the bad guys. He hated the wizards who abused the power he had dedicated his life to using to protect others. When he looked at me, he didn't see Harry Dresden. He could see only the atrocities and tragedies that had burned themselves into his mind and heart. I understood him. It didn't make me like him, but I could understand the pain that drove him to persecute me.

  Of course, my sensitivity and empathy were completely irrelevant, because they wouldn't do a damned thing to stop him. If he charged me, I wouldn't have any options.

  "Morgan," I rasped. "Please don't. We can't let Corpsetaker divide us like this. Can't you see that? That was her intention when she took Luccio. "

  "Traitor," he snarled. "Liar. "

  I ground my teeth in frustration. "My God, man, thousands of people are about to die!"

  His mouth twisted, baring his teeth all the way to the gums. "And you will be the first. "

  If he charged
me again, I wouldn't have any choice but to fight, and he was at least as strong as me, and far more experienced-not to mention the enchantment-breaking silver sword in his hand. If I didn't kill him fast, he would kill me. It was as simple as that. And even if I did kill him, he would spend his death curse on me-and it wouldn't be like the feeble thing Cassius had thrown. Morgan would obliterate me.

  I couldn't run. I couldn't survive fighting him, regardless of whether or not I beat him. The best I could hope for would be to take him with me. If I died, Sue would go wild, reverting to the instincts of her ancient spirit. She would hunt. People would die.

  But, if Morgan died, it would leave only Kowalski and Ramirez to stop Cowl and Grevane. Even if they could manage to pull off some kind of necromancy to shield them from the vortex as they went in, they would never be able to beat the necromancers within. They would certainly die, and not long after that the Darkhallow would annihilate thousands of innocent lives.

  With Morgan leading them, they might have a chance. Not a good one, but at least there was a chance.

  Which meant that if I wanted to stop the Darkhallow and save all those lives, I had only one choice. I leaned my suddenly trembling hand against Sue's leg, and she sank back into a passive crouch.

  Morgan let out a bellow of defiance and determination and rushed me.

  I lowered my shield. My heart pounded with a fear so strong that I nearly threw up.

  The lightning gleamed on the silver blade of his sword.

  I dropped my staff to the ground and faced him, arms at my sides, my hands clenched into terrified fists. I readied my will, my own death curse, picturing Grevane in my thoughts. At least I could give the Wardens a better chance for victory if I could kill or cripple one of the bastards on my way out.

  Time stretched out into an endless moment. I watched Morgan's sword sweep up to the vertical, the blade a gorgeous silver that reflected the lightning ripping apart the spinning vortex behind me.

  "Harry!" Butters screamed, his voice horrified, the drum pounding frantically.

  As Morgan struck, I took the coward's way out and closed my eyes.

  I knew that it was inevitable that one day I would die.

  But I didn't want to watch it coming.

  Chapter Forty-one

  A gunshot rang out. Morgan jerked at the hips, suddenly thrown off balance. He spun gracelessly and fell to the ground.

  I stared at him in shock.

  Morgan let out a snarl, fixed his eyes on me, and lifted his right hand, deep and terrifying power gathering in it.

  "Morgan!" snapped a woman's voice. That voice rang with authority and confidence, with command. The speaker damned well knew that when she gave an order that it would be obeyed, and imbued the command with a power that had nothing to do with magic. "Stand down!"

  Morgan froze for an instant and glanced over his shoulder.

  Ramirez stood twenty feet away, his pistol smoking in his hand. The other arm was supporting the weight of the girl I had known as the Corpsetaker. The girl's face was as pale as death, and she could not possibly have been standing on her own, but though her features were exactly the same as when Corpsetaker had been in the body, she did not look like the same person. Her eyes were narrowed and hard, and her expression was filled with a stern, almost regal confidence.

  "You heard me," the girl snapped. "Stand down!"

  "Who are you?" Morgan asked.

  "Morgan," Ramirez said. "Dresden was telling the truth. This is Captain Luccio. "

  "No," Morgan said, shaking his head, but his voice lacked his usual absolute conviction. "No, it's a lie. "

  "It's no lie," Ramirez said. "I soulgazed her. It's the captain. "

  Morgan's lips worked soundlessly, but he didn't release the strike he held ready in his hand.

  "Morgan," the girl said, quietly this time. "It's all right. Stand down. "

  "You aren't the captain," Morgan mumbled. "You can't be. It's a trick. "

  The girl, Luccio, abruptly put on a lopsided smile. "Donald," she said. "Dear idiot. I'm the one who trained you. I am fairly certain that you do not know as much as I do about who I am. " Luccio lifted her arm and showed Morgan the silver rapier she'd carried before. She took it in her hand and whipped it in a circle, eliciting a steady, humming power, as I'd felt before. "There. Could another so employ my own blade?"

  Morgan stared at her for a moment. Then his hand dropped, suddenly limp, the power he'd held draining away.

  My heart started beating again, and I leaned heavily against Sue's flank.

  Ramirez holstered his gun and helped the new Luccio over to Morgan's side, then lowered her gently to the ground beside him.

  "You're hurt," Morgan said. His own face had gone white with pain. "How bad is it?"

  Luccio tried a small smile. "I'm afraid I aimed too well. The wound has done for me. It may take some time, that's all. "

  "My God," Morgan said. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I saw Dresden shoot you and. . . while you were bleeding. Needed help. "

  Luccio raised a weak hand. "No time," she said gently.

  Ramirez had bent over Morgan, meanwhile, and was examining the gunshot wound. The bullet had caught Morgan in the back of one leg, and it looked messy. "Dammit," Ramirez said. "It hit his knee. It's shattered. " He placed his fingers lightly over Morgan's knee, and the older Warden abruptly twisted in pain, his face gone bloodless. "He can't walk. "

  Luccio nodded. "Then it's up to you. " She looked over at me. "And you, Warden Dresden. "

  "What about Kowalski?" I said.

  Ramirez paled. He glanced back at the apartment building and shook his head. "He was sitting on the floor when the specters rose out of it. He never had a chance. "

  "No time," Luccio said weakly. "You must go. "

  Butters came marching over to us, drum still beating, his face pale. "Okay," he said. "I'm ready. Let's do it. "

  "Not you, Butters," I said. "Sue just needs to be able to hear the drum. She'll hear it over there just as well as if you were on her back. I want you to stay here. "

  "But- "

  "I can't afford to spare effort to protect you," I told him. "And I don't want to leave the wounded here alone. Just keep the drum beating. "

  "But I want to go with you. I want to help. I'm not afraid to"-he swallowed, face pale-"die fighting beside you. "

  "Look at it this way," I said. "If we blow it, you get to die anyhow. "

  Butters stared at me for a second, and then said, "Gee. Now I feel better. "

  "I believe that there's a cloud for every silver lining," I said. "Come on, Ramirez. "

  Ramirez's grin returned. "Everyone else who lets me ride on their dinosaur calls me Carlos. "

  I climbed back up into the first saddle, and Ramirez settled into the second.

  "God be with you, Harry," Butters said, marching in place on the ground, his face worried.

  Given whom I had chosen as my ally, I sort of doubted that if God went with me it would be to assist me. "I'll take whatever help I can get," I said aloud, and laid my hand on Sue's hide. She lurched up from her crouch, and I turned her toward the site of the vortex.

  "You're hurt," Ramirez said. He kept his voice pitched very low.

  "I can't feel it," I said. "I'll worry about the rest if there's a later. You've got great timing, by the way. Thank you. "

  "De nada," he said. "I was right behind Morgan. I heard you trying to talk to him about Luccio. "

  "You believed me?" I started Sue forward. It would take her several steps to pick up speed.

  Rodriguez sighed. "I've heard a lot about you. Watched you at that Council meeting. My gut says you're okay. It was worth checking out. "

  "And you soulgazed her. That was some fast thinking. And good shooting. "

  "I'm brilliant as well as skilled," he said modestly. "It's a great burden, all of that on top of my angelic good looks. But I try to soldier
on as best I can. "

  I let out a short, rough laugh. "I see. I hope I won't embarrass you, then. "

  "Did I not mention my nearly godlike sense of tolerance and forgiveness?" Sue gathered speed and I turned her down the street. "Hey," he said. "The bad guys are back that way. "

  "I know," I said. "But they're expecting an attack from that direction. I'm going to circle the block, try to come in behind them. "

  "Is there time?"

  "My baby can move," I told him. Sue broke into her run, and the ride smoothed out.

  Ramirez let out a whoop of pure enjoyment. "Now this is cool," he said. "I can't even imagine how complicated this must have been. "

  "Wasn't complicated," I told him.

  "Oh. So summoning up dinosaurs is actually very easy, is it?"

  I snorted. "Any other night, any other place, I don't think I could have done it. But it wasn't complicated, either. Lifting up an engine block isn't complicated. It's just a lot of work. "

  Ramirez was silent for a moment. "I'm impressed," he said.

  I didn't know Ramirez very well, but my sense of him told me that those were words he was not in the habit of uttering. "When you do something stupid and die, it's pathetic," I said. "When you do something stupid and survive it, then you get to call it impressive or heroic. "

  He let out a rueful chuckle. "What we're doing right now. . . " he said. His voice softened and lost its edge of brash arrogance. "It's pathetic. Isn't it?"

  "Probably," I said.

  "On the other hand," he said, recovering. "If we survive it, we're heroes. Medals. Girls. Endorsements. Cars. Maybe they put us on a cereal box. "

  "Seems the least they could do," I said.

  "So we've got two of them left to take down. Who do we hit first?"

  "Grevane," I said. "If he's holding a bunch of zombies as guard dogs, he isn't going to have a lot of attention to spare for defensive spells, or for throwing anything else at us. We hit him fast, hopefully put him down before he can try anything. He handled a chain like he knew how to use it when I saw him fight Corpsetaker. "

  "Ugh," Ramirez said. "Nasty. Anyone who knows their way around a kusari is a tough customer. "

  "Yeah. So we shoot him. "

  "Damn right, we shoot him," Ramirez said. "This is why so many of the younger members of the Council like the way you do things, Dresden. "

  I blinked. "They do?"

  "Oh, hell, yes," Ramirez said. "A lot of them were apprentices when you were first tried after Justin DuMorne's death, like me. A lot of them are still apprentices. But there are people who think a lot of what you've done. "

  "Like you?"

  "I would have done a lot of those things," he said. "Only with a lot more style than you. "

  I snorted. "Second one we'll hit calls himself Cowl. He's good. I've never seen a wizard stronger than he is, and that includes Ebenezar McCoy. "

  "A lot of guys who hit hard have a glass jaw. Bet he's all offense. "

  I shook my head. "No. He's just as good at protecting himself. I nipped a car over on top of him and it barely slowed him down. "

  Ramirez frowned and nodded. "How do we take him down then?"

  I shook my head. "Haven't thought of anything good. Hit him with everything and hope something gets through. And if that wasn't enough, he's got an apprentice with him, called Kumori, who seems personally loyal. She's probably strong enough to be on the Council herself. "

  "Damn," Ramirez said quietly. "She pretty?"

  "She keeps her face covered," I said. "No idea. "

  "If she was pretty, I'd just turn on the Ramirez charm and have her eating out of my hand," he said. "But I can't take chances with that kind of power if I'm not sure she's pretty. Used recklessly, it could endanger innocent bystanders or land me in bed with an ugly girl. "

  "Can't have that," I said, turning Sue around another corner. I checked the vortex. The slender, spinning psuedo-tornado was more than halfway to the ground.

  "All right then," Ramirez said. "Once we're past Grevane, I'll take on the apprentice. You go for Cowl. "

  I glanced back at him with an arched eyebrow.

  "If we ignore Kumori she'll be free to take us both out. One of us has to counter her. You're stronger than me," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "Don't get me wrong. I'm so damned good that I make it look easy, but I'm not stupid. You have the best shot at taking Cowl down. If I can drop the apprentice, I'll help. Sound like a plan?"

  "Sounds like a plan," I said. "I just wish it sounded like a winning plan. "

  "You got a better idea?" Ramirez asked me cheerfully.

  "No," I said, and I turned Sue down the street that would hopefully let us attack the necromancers from the rear.

  "Well, then," he said, his smile ferocious. "Shut up and dance. "