aze rose。 And she was in plete control。 She actually smiled。 Had she been as beautiful as the Lady； that smile would have melted granite。 But she was what she was； a scarred old campaigner； so a smile only ameliorated the grimness of her face。
〃How were the men disposed last night？〃 she asked。 Baffled； I responded； 〃Excuse me？ You mean their temper？〃
〃Where were they stationed？〃
〃Oh。〃 That was properly Elmo's province； but I knew better than to say so。 The Taken do not tolerate excuses； sound though they may be。 〃The three men on the ship south with Bullock； looking for that man Asa。〃 I worried about her having sent them。 When I do not understand the motives of the Taken； I get paranoid。 〃Five down in the Buskin pretending to be foreign sailors。 Three more down there watching people we've found especially interesting。 I'd have to double…check with Elmo to be positive； but at least four more were in other parts of the city； trying to pick up something of interest。 The rest of us were here in the castle； off duty。 Wait。 One man would have been down in the Duke's secret police office； and two would have been at the Enclosure； hanging around with the Custodians。 I was with the Inquisitors most of the night； picking their brains。 We're scattered pretty thin right now。 I'll be glad when the Captain gets here。 We've got too much going for the available manpower。 The occupation planning is way behind。〃
She sighed； rose； resumed pacing。 〃My fault as much as anyone's； I suppose。〃 She looked out a window for a long time。 Then she beckoned。 I joined her。
She indicated the black castle。 〃Just whiskers short。 They're trying to open the way for the Dominator already。 It's not yet time； but they're getting hurried。 Maybe they've sensed our interest。〃
This Juniper business was like some giant； tentacled sea beast from a sailor's lie。 No matter where we turned or what we did； we got deeper into trouble。 By working at cross…purposes with the Taken； trying to cover an increasingly more obvious trail； we were plicating their efforts to deal with the peril of the black castle。 If we did cover well； we just might make it possible for the Dominator to emerge into an unprepared world。
I did not want that horror upon my conscience。
Though I fear I tend not to record it that way； we were embroiled in substantial moral quandaries。 We are not accustomed to such problems。 The lot of the mercenary does not require much moralizing or making of moral decisions。 Essentially； the mercenary sets morality aside； or at best reorders the customary structures to fit the needs of his way of life。 The great issues bee how well he does his job； how faithfully he carries out his mission； how well he adheres to a standard demanding unswerving loyalties to his rades。 He dehumanizes the world outside the bounds of his outfit。 Then anything he does； or witnesses； bees of minor significance as long as its brunt is borne outside the pany。
We had drifted into a trap where we might have to face the biggest choice in the pany's history。 We might have to betray four centuries of pany mythos on behalf of the greater whole。
I knew I could not permit the Dominator to restore himself； if that turned out to be the only way we could keep the Lady from finding out about Darling and Raven。
Yet。 。 。 。 The Lady was not much better。 We served her； and； till lately； well and faithfully； obliterating the Rebel wherever we found him； but I don't think many of us were indifferent to what she was。 She was less evil than the Dominator only because she was less determined about it； more patient in her drive for total and absolute control。
That presented me with another quandary。 Was I capable of sacrificing Darling to prevent the Dominator's return？ If that became the price？
〃You seem very thoughtful；〃 Whisper said。
〃Uhm。 There're too many angles to this business。 The Custodians。 The Duke。 Us。 Bullock； who has axes of his own to grind。〃 I had told her about Bullock's Buskin origins； feeding her seemingly irrelevant information to plicate and distract her thinking。
She pointed again。 〃Didn't I suggest a close watch be kept on that place？〃
〃Yes； ma'am。 We did for a while； too。 But nothing ever happened； and then we were told to do some other things。 。。。〃 I broke off； quaking with a sudden nasty suspicion。
She read my face。 〃Yes。 Last night。 And this delivery was still alive。〃
〃Oh boy；〃 I murmured。 〃Who did it？ You know？〃
〃We just sensed the consequent changes。 They tried to open the way。 They weren't strong enough yet； but they came very close。〃
She began to prowl。 Mentally； I ticked off the roster for the Buskin last night。 I was going to ask some very pointed questions。
〃I consulted the Lady directly。 She's very worried。 Her orders are to let ancillary business slide。 We're to prevent any more bodies reaching the castle。 Yes； the rest of your pany will be here soon。 From six to ten days。 And there is much to be done to prepare for their arrival。 But； as you observed； there is too much to do and too few to do it。 Let your Captain cope when he arrives。 The black castle must be isolated。〃
〃Why not fly some men in？〃
〃The Lady has forbidden that。〃
I tried to look perplexed。 〃Buy why？〃 I had a sweating； fearful suspicion that I knew。
Whisper shrugged。 〃Because she doesn't want you wasting time making hellos and briefing newers。 Go see what can be done about isolating the castle。〃
〃Yes； ma'am。〃
I departed； thinking it had gone both better and worse than I had anticipated。 Better； because she did not throw one of her screaming rages。 Worse； because she had in effect announced that we who were here already were suspect； that we might have succumbed to a moral infection the Lady did not want municated to our brethren。
Scary。
〃Yeah；〃 Elmo said when I told him。 He did not need it explained。 〃Which means we got to make contact with the Old Man。〃
〃Messenger？〃
〃What else？ Who can we break loose and cover？〃
〃One of the men from the Buskin。〃
Elmo nodded。 〃I'll handle that。 You go ahead and figure how to isolate the castle with the manpower we have。〃
〃Why don't you go scout the castle？ I want to find out what those guys were doing last night。〃
〃That's neither here nor there now； Croaker。 I'm taking over。 Not saying you done a bad job； just you didn't get it done。 Which is my fault； really。 I'm the soldier。〃
〃Being a soldier won't make any difference； Elmo。 This isn't soldier's work。 It's spy stuff。 And spies need time to worm into the fabric of a society。 We haven't had enough of that。〃
〃Time is up now。 Isn't that what you said？〃
〃I guess；〃 I admitted。 〃All right。 I'll scout the castle。 But you find out what went on down there last night。 Especially around that place called the Iron Lily。 It keeps turning up； just like that guy Asa。〃
All the while we talked； Elmo was changing。 Now he looked like a sailor down on his luck； too old to ship； but still tough enough for dirty work。 He would fit right in down in the Buskin。 I told him so。
〃Yeah。 Let's get moving。 And don't plan on getting much sleep till the Captain gets here。〃
We looked at one another； not saying what lay in the backs of our minds。 If the Taken did not want us in touch with our brethren； what might they do when the pany hove in sight； ing out of the Wolanders？
Up close； the black castle was both intriguing and unsettling。 I took a horse over； circled the place several times； even flipped a cheerful wave at the one movement I detected atop its glassy ramparts。
There was some difficult ground behind it…steep； rocky； overgrown with scraggly； thorny brush which had a sagey odor。 Nobody lugging a corpse would reach the fortress from that direction。 The ground was better along the ridgeline to east and west； but even there an approach was improbable。 Men of the sort who sold corpses would do things the easy way。 That meant using the road which ran from the Port River waterfront； through the scatter of merchant class houses on the middle slopes； and just kept on to the castle gate。 Someone had followed that course often； for wheel ruts ran from the end of the road to the castle。
My problem was； there was no place a squad could lie in wait without being seen from the castle wall。 It took me till dusk to finalize my plan。
I found an abandoned house a ways down the slope and a little upriver。 I would conceal my squad there and post sentries down the road； in the populated area。 They could run a message to the rest of us if they saw anything suspicious。 We could hustle up and across the slope to intercept potential body…sellers。 Wagons would be slow enough to allow us the time needed。
Old Croaker is a brilliant strategist。 Yes； sir。 I had my troops in place and everything set by midnight。 And had two false alarms before breakfast。 I learned the embarrassing way that there was legitimate night traffic past my sentry post。
I sat in the old house with my team； alternately playing tonk and worrying； and on rare occasions napping。 And wondering a lot about what was happening down in the Buskin and across the valley in Duretile。
I prayed Elmo co