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.The faeries aren’t the only ones who can breed with humanity, though, and the scions of such unions can have a lot of power.Their offspring are usually malformed.Freakish.Often insane.But sometimes the child looks human.”“Like Kincaid.”Ebenezar nodded.“He’s older than I am.When I met him, I still had hair and he had been serving the creature for centuries.”“What creature?” I asked.“The creature,” Ebenezar said.“Another half mortal like Kincaid.Vlad Drakul.”I blinked.“Vlad Tepesh? Dracula?”Ebenezar shook his head.“Dracula was the son of Drakul, and pretty pale and skinny by comparison.Went to the Black Court as a kind of teenage rebellion.The original creature is.well.Formidable.Dangerous.Cruel.And Kincaid was his right arm for centuries.He was known as the Hound of Hell.Or just the Hellhound.”“And he’s afraid of you,” I said, my voice bitter.“Blackstaff McCoy.I guess that’s your working name.”“Something like that.The name.is a long story.”“Get started, then,” I said.He nodded, absently rubbing the puppy behind the ears.“Ever since the founding of the White Council, ever since the first wizards gathered to lay down the Laws of Magic, there has been someone interested in tearing it apart,” he said.“The vampires, for one.The faeries have all been at odds with us at one time or another.And there have always been wizards who thought the world would be a nicer place without the Council in it.”“Gee,” I said.“I just can’t figure why any wizard would think that.”Ebenezar’s voice lashed out, harsh and cold.“You don’t know what you’re talking about, boy.You don’t know what you’re saying.Within my own lifetime, there have been times and places where even speaking those words could have been worth your life.”“Gosh, I’d hate to for my life to be in jeopardy.Why did he call you Blackstaff?” I asked, my voice hardening.An intuition hit me.“It’s not a nickname,” I said.“Is it.It’s a title.”“A title,” he said.“A solution.At times, the White Council found itself bound by its own laws while its enemies had no such constraints.So an office was created.A position within the Council.A mark of status.One wizard, and only one, was given the freedom to choose when the Laws had been perverted, and turned as weapons against us.”I stared at him for a moment and then said, “After all that you taught me about magic.That it came from life.That it was a force that came from the deepest desires of the heart.That we have a responsibility to use it wisely—hell, to be wise, and kind, and honorable, to make sure that the power gets used wisely.You taught me all of that.And now you’re telling me that it doesn’t mean anything.That the whole time you were standing there with a license to kill.”The lines in the old man’s face looked hard and bitter.He nodded.“To kill.To enthrall.To invade the thoughts of another mortal.To seek knowledge and power from beyond the Outer Gates.To transform others.To reach beyond the borders of life.To swim against the currents of time.”“You’re the White Council’s wetworks man,” I said.“For all their prattle about the just and wise use of magic, when the wisdom and justice of the Laws of Magic get inconvenient, they have an assassin.You do that for them.”He said nothing.“You kill people.”“Yes.” Ebenezar’s face looked like something carved in stone, and his voice was quietly harsh.“When there is no choice.When lives are at stake.When the lack of action would mean—” He cut himself off, jaw working.“I didn’t want it.I still don’t.But when I have to, I act.”“Like at Casaverde,” I said.“You hit Ortega’s stronghold when he escaped our duel.”“Yes,” he said, still remote.“Ortega killed more of the White Council than any enemy in our history during the attack at Archangel.” His voice faltered for a moment.“He killed Simon.My friend.Then he came here and tried to kill you, Hoss.And he was coming back here to finish the job as soon as he recovered.So I hit Casaverde.Killed him and almost two hundred of his personal retainers.And I killed nearly a hundred people there in the house with them.Servants.Followers.Food.”I felt sick.“You told me it would be on the news.I thought maybe it was the Council.Or that you’d done it without killing anyone but vampires.I had time to think about it later, but.I wanted to believe you’d done what was right.”“There’s what’s right,” the old man said, “and then there’s what’s necessary.They ain’t always the same.”“Casaverde wasn’t the only necessary thing you did,” I said.“Was it.”“Casaverde,” Ebenezar said, his voice shaking.“Tunguska.New Madrid.Krakatoa.A dozen more.God help me, a dozen more at least.”I stared at him for a long moment.Then I said, “You told me the Council assigned me to live with you because they wanted to annoy you.But that wasn’t it.Because you don’t send a potentially dangerous criminal element to live with your hatchet man if you want to rehabilitate him.”He nodded.“My orders were to observe you.And kill you if you showed the least bit of rebelliousness.”“Kill me.” I rubbed at my eyes.The pounding in my hand grew worse.“As I remember, I got rebellious with you more than once [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]