Dreams of Steel (Chronicle of the Black Company) by Glen Cook Read Free Book Online Page A

The Radisha collected herself. “Kina is the fourth side of the Taglian religious triangle. She belongs to none of the pantheons but terrifies everybody. She isn’t named lest naming invoke her. She’s very unpleasant. Fortunately, her cult is small. And proscribed. Membership is punishable by death. The penalty is deserved. The cult’s rites always involve torture and murder. Even so, it persists, its members awaiting someone called the Foretold and the Year of the Skulls. It’s an old, dark religion that knows no national or ethnic bounds. Its members hide behind masks of respectability. They sometimes call themselves the Deceivers. They live normal lives among the rest of the community. Anyone could belong. Few of the common people know they exist anymore.”
    Swan didn’t get it and said so. “Don’t sound much different from the Shadar Hada or Khadi avatars.”
    The Radisha smiled grimly. “Those are ghosts of the reality.” Hada and Khadi were two aspects of the Shadar death god. “Jah could show you a thousand ways Khadi is a kitten compared to Kina.” Jahamaraj Jah was a devotee of Khadi.
    Swan shrugged, doubting he could tell the difference if they drew pictures. He’d given up trying to understand the welter of Taglian gods, each with his or her ten or twenty different aspects and avatars. He indicated Smoke. “What’s with him? He shakes any more we’ll have to change his diaper.”
    “Smoke predicted a Year of Skulls—a time of chaos and bloodshed—if we employed the Black Company. He didn’t believe it would come. He just wanted to scare my brother out of doing something that scared him. But he’s on record as having predicted it. Now there’s a chance it might come.”
    “Sure. Come on.” Swan frowned, still lost. “Let me get this straight. There’s a death cult around that makes Jah and his Khadi freaks look like a bunch of nancy boys? That scares the guano out of anybody who knows who they are?”
    “Yes.”
    “And they worship a goddess named Kina?”
    “That is the most common of many names.”
    “Why aren’t I surprised? Is there any god down here without more aliases than a two-hundred-year-old con man?”
    “Kina is the name given her by the Gunni. She has been called Patwa, Kompara, Bhomahna, and other names. The Gunni, the Shadar, the Vehdna, all find ways to accept her into their belief systems. Many Shadar who become her followers, for example, take her to be the true form of Hada or Khadi, who is just one of her Deceits.”
    “Gah. All right. I’ll bite. There’s a bad-ass in the weeds called Kina. So how come me and Cordy and Blade never heard of her before?”
    The Radisha appeared mildly embarrassed. “You were shielded. You’re outsiders. From the north.”
    “Maybe so.” What did the north have to do with it? “But why the panic? One garbled thing about this Kina from a prisoner who’s got no reason to tell the truth? And Smoke goes to wetting his pants? And you start foaming at the mouth? I got a little trouble taking you serious.”
    “Point taken. You shouldn’t have been shielded. I’m sending you to check out the story.”
    Swan grinned. He had a lever. “Not without you stop jacking us around. Tell us the whole story. Bad enough you messed with the Black Company. You think you’re going to mess us around because we weren’t born in Taglios.…”
    “Enough, Swan.” The Radisha wasn’t pleased.
    Smoke made a whining noise. He shook his head.
    “What’s with him?” Willow demanded. Much more of that weirdness and he was going to strangle the old guy.
    “Smoke sees a ghost in every shadow. In your case he’s afraid you’re spies sent ahead by the Black Company.”
    “Sure. Moron! That’s another thing. How come everybody is so damned twitchy about those guys? They maybe kicked ass around here heading north but that was back at the dawn of time, practically. Four hundred years ago.”
    The Radisha ignored that. “Kina’s antecedents