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the burn can be cured only by someone greater than the man or woman who
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created the amulet. And that someone would have to have the amulet itself to
study before trying to effect a cure."
Shit, Smeds thought. Where were you going to find somebody big enough to undo
the Dominator?
You weren't. "What else can you do? If you can't just fix him up?"
"I can remove the tainted flesh. That's all." "What's that mean in plain
language?" "I can amputate his hand. Here. At the wrist would do it today. If
that's the way you decide to go you'd better do it soon. Once the darkness
works its way into the larger bones there won't be any way to tell how far or
how fast it's spreading."
"What about it, Timmy?"
"It's my hand, man!"
"You heard what he said."
"I heard. Look, wiz, you got something that will stop the pain long enough for
me to think straight?"
The pudgy man said, "I could put a blocking spell on that would help for a
while, but it would hurt worse than ever when that wore off. And that's an
idea you'd better get into your head. The longer you stall, the worse the pain
is going to get. In another ten days you're not going to be able to stop
screaming."
Smeds scowled. "Thanks for just not a whole lot. Do the painkiller thing for
him and let us go talk it over."
The wizard sprinkled powders, mumbled, made mystic passes. Smeds watched Timmy
relax a little, then even manage a feeble smile.
Smeds asked, "That it? Come on, Timmy. Let's hit the road."
The wizard said, "I need to wrap that again. I don't know that it would, but
it if came in contact with someone else it might communicate itself. If the
original evil was potent enough."
Smeds's insides knotted and curled as he tried to recall if he had ever
touched Timmy's hand. He didn't think he had.
He barely waited to get Timmy outside before he asked, "Old Fish ever touch
that when he was taking care of you?"
"No. Nobody did. Except that doc I had look at it. He poked it a couple times
with his finger."
"Unh." Smeds did not like it. It was getting complicated. He did not like
things complicated. Trying to untangle them usually made things worse.
They had to have a sitdown with Tully and Fish. He knew what Tully would want
to do: drag Timmy out in the country somewhere, cut his throat, and bury him.
Tully had the soul of a snake. He had to break loose.
The sooner the better. Right now probably wouldn't hurt. Except then how would
he get his cut of whatever the spike went for? Shit.
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"Timmy, I want you should go get drunk, have a good time, but do some serious
thinking and get your mind made up. Whatever you want to do, I'll back you up,
but you got to remember it affects all of us. And keep an eye on Tully. Tully
ain't a guy you want to turn your back on when he's nervous."
"I'm not stupid, Smeds. Tully ain't a guy I'd turn my back on when he wasn't
nervous. He ever tries anything cute he's got a nasty surprise coming."
Interesting.
Smeds figured he had some deciding to do himself. Like, with the town up to
the gutters in gray boys and their bosses about to find out the spike was gone
from the Barrowland, was it time to hit the road and get lost someplace they'd
never think to look? Was it time to do something with the spike so it would be
safer than it was in his pack back at the Skull and Crossbones? He'd already
had a cute idea how to handle that. An idea that might turn into a kind of
life insurance if he went ahead and did it before he told the others what he
had done.
Damn, he hated it when things got complicated.
There was a hell of a row with Tully when they all got together. Tully seemed
a little shorter on sense every day.
"You think you're some goddamned kind of immortal?" Smeds demanded. "You think
you're untouchable? There's the goddamned grays out there, Tully. They decide
to get excited, they'll take you apart one piece at a time. Then they'll give
the pieces to Gossamer and Spidersilk to put back together so they can make
you tell them what they want to know. And whatever you tell them then, it
won't be enough. Or do you think you're some kind of hero that would hold out
against the kind of people that learned to ask questions in the Tower?"
"They got to find me before they can ask me anything, Smeds."
"I think we're finally getting somewhere. That's what I've been saying for the
last ten minutes."
"The hell. You've been jacking your jaw about running off to some ass-wipe
place like Lords...."
"You really think you could stay out of their way here? Once they knew what
they were looking for?"
"How they gonna... ?"
"How the hell should I know? What I do know is, these ain't no half-moron
bozos from the North Side. These are people from Charm. They eat guys like us
for snacks. The best way to stay out of their way is not to be around where
they're at."
"We ain't going nowhere, Smeds." Tully was turning plain stubborn.
"You want to stand around waiting for the hammer to hit you between the eyes
that's fine with me. But I ain't getting killed because you got ego problems.
Selling that spike off and getting rich would be nice, but not nice enough to
die for or go to the rack for. All these heavies turning up here before we
even start trying to find a buyer, I'm tempted to let it go to the first
bidder just to get out from under."
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