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“You were the court magician for Joshua Norton, the nutcase who declared himself<br />
emperor of America and protector of Mexico,” Marla said. “In the 1800s.”<br />
“The 1870s, mostly,” Cole said. “It’s not as if we dominated that entire century. But,<br />
yes, I knew Joshua, and helped him, as he helped me. It is a curious thing, but when a<br />
land has a monarch, even one of such peculiar pedigree as His Majesty, that land gives<br />
up certain secrets, and allows itself to be molded in a way wild lands and places<br />
governed by more enlightened forms of government do not. As the court magician to a<br />
reigning emperor, one at least humored if not exactly obeyed by the public and the<br />
government, I was able to shape things in this city that might have otherwise been<br />
beyond my power to change.” He frowned. “When I decided to…rest…I thought things<br />
were in fair shape. The city had survived an earthquake and a fire, and risen like a<br />
phoenix from the wreckage to enter a new century. But now, in the next century, I find<br />
that things are very dire indeed, with all but one of the city’s protectors murdered or<br />
fled—so many of the cowards fled!—with the surviving protector mad with<br />
vengefulness and neglecting his duties, and with a madman set to open the mouth of<br />
Hell. This pending disaster woke me, and I had been comfortable in my slumber. And<br />
here you are, a stranger, doing what you can to stave off the destruction of the place I<br />
hold most dear.”<br />
“I didn’t come here to interfere in this city’s business,” Marla said, still holding the<br />
door. She couldn’t tell if Cole was pissed or not, and if this was him, returned—and she<br />
suspected it was—she didn’t want to face his anger. “But I’ve been swept up in things.”<br />
“I understand,” Cole said. “Your help is most welcome. This has always been a city of<br />
immigrants, after all. A place where people come to make a new life.”<br />
Marla snorted. “I’m happy with my old life, thanks. I’m here to keep my old life from<br />
ending, actually.”<br />
Cole nodded, though he looked a trifle hurt. “This is also a city that admires a healthy<br />
self-interest, and so long as the needs of San Francisco are congruent with your own, I<br />
would appreciate your assistance. And, in return, I will do what I can to help you<br />
achieve your own goals.”<br />
Marla thought about that. It didn’t take much thought. She stepped aside, and Sanford<br />
Cole, the closest thing to Merlin this age had ever seen, came inside.<br />
18<br />
M arla didn’t have anything to offer Cole, except crappy coffee brewed in the little fourcup<br />
coffeemaker the hotel provided. Sipping from a Styrofoam cup, Cole made a face.<br />
“I can say in all honesty that this is the best cup of coffee I’ve had in decades.”<br />
“Right,” Marla said. “Suspended-animation humor. If I survive the rest of the day, I’ll<br />
buy you a grande latte. Coffee’s come a long way since your day. But we’ve got other<br />
things to do first.”