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“Because I saw Rondeau in a dream, too,” B said quietly. “And if he dies, you fail, and<br />
Mutex succeeds, and this city, and then the rest of the world, falls.”<br />
“Oh,” Marla said. “You might have mentioned this before.”<br />
He shrugged. “It was just last night. It was one of those dreams, and I haven’t found a<br />
ghost to interpret it, but it was pretty clear. Rondeau dying, and then you dying, and me,<br />
and everybody.”<br />
“So the fate of the world depends on Rondeau? It just seems so…unlikely.” And maybe<br />
it was a lie. B was an actor, and they were, by nature, convincing liars. Maybe B was<br />
just trying to convince her to save Rondeau. Then again, he hadn’t given her cause to<br />
mistrust him yet, and it wasn’t hard to envision a situation when a quick Curse or a<br />
knife-thrust from Rondeau could affect things significantly.<br />
But how could she save him? Who could she bring in? There was no time to fly anyone<br />
into the city, not even time to find local talent, assuming Mutex hadn’t killed or<br />
frightened off all the sorcerers in the Bay Area. B was willing to try to save Rondeau,<br />
but he was a seer, not a soldier. How could he possibly—<br />
Marla thought of a way. A dangerous, stupid, terrible way. The only way.<br />
She unclipped the silver stag beetle pin from her throat, and removed her white-andpurple<br />
cloak. “Put this on,” she said. “You won’t be able to use it very well, no more<br />
than you could use a katana properly if a samurai handed the sword over to you, but I<br />
can teach you enough to keep you from chopping off your feet. And, in truth, it’s more<br />
like a machine gun than a katana. If you aim it with a little care, the weapon will do<br />
most of the work.”<br />
B didn’t move to touch the cloak. “I saw what you became when you wore that,” he<br />
said. “You became a…thing. Like a jaguar made of darkness. Like a bruise with teeth.”<br />
“Only while the purple is showing,” Marla said. “The white makes you an angel, heals<br />
you, keeps you strong. The purple…” She shrugged. “Darkness. Teeth. Yes. All the<br />
ugly things you have to be, sometimes, to defeat things that are even uglier. Like I said<br />
on Bethany’s train, we’re past simple things like good and bad, and into the realm of the<br />
practical. There’s more to it than that. After you use the cloak, a little bit of what makes<br />
you human is pushed down, suppressed—it might even wear a little bit of your<br />
humanity away permanently. I’ve used the cloak dozens of times over the years, often<br />
enough to be frightened of using it more, but if you use it once or twice, it shouldn’t<br />
damage you forever.” At least, I don’t think so.<br />
B took the cloak and let it drape over his arm, the white showing, the purple lining only<br />
visible in glimpses. “Teach me,” he said.<br />
“Okay,” Marla said. “Only we’d better do this on the roof. I don’t want to have to pay<br />
for damage to the room.”