I sighed. "Thomas can sail in bad weather, but I don't know how to do it intelligently. Something like this could turn ugly, fast. We're going to have to head into the dock and take our chances."
I navigated. Sheesh, listen to me, "navigated." The boat had a steering wheel and a lever to make it go faster. It was about as complicated to make move as a bumper car. Granted, simple isn't the same thing as easy, but even so. The actual process of pointing the boat and making it go is not complicated enough to deserve to be called navigation.
I drove the Water Beetle Water Beetle around to the safe passage through the reef, and pulled her into the dock, much more smoothly this time. Will was waiting by the rail and ready. He hopped onto the dock and Georgia threw him the mooring lines. around to the safe passage through the reef, and pulled her into the dock, much more smoothly this time. Will was waiting by the rail and ready. He hopped onto the dock and Georgia threw him the mooring lines.
"Don't step onto the land until I get a chance to get there, first!" I called to them. "I want to, ah, sort of introduce you."
Billy gave me an oblique look. "Um. Okay, Harry."
I climbed down from the bridge and was just about to hop to the dock when a tall, slender figure in a black robe, black cape, and black hood appeared from behind a veil, standing at the very end of the dock. He lifted his old rune-carved staff, muttered a word, and then brought it smashing down onto the wooden planks.
A disk of sparkling blue light washed out from the point of impact. I had time, barely, to draw in my will, cross my arms at the wrists, holding them against my chest, and slam will into both my shield bracelet and into strengthening my mental defenses.
Smears of deep blue, purple, and dark green appeared like puffs of smoke where the expanding ring struck Molly, Will, and Georgia, and the three of them simply collapsed, dropping into sprawling heaps on the dock and the deck of the boat. My vision darkened and for an instant I felt unbearably tired-but in a panic I forced more energy into my defenses, and the instant passed.
The robed figure stood staring at me for a few seconds. Then it spoke in a deep voice. "Put the staff down, Dresden." Swirling narcotic colors gathered around his staff, and he pointed it at me like a gun. "It is over."
Chapter Thirty-nine
The rain came down steadily. I risked a glance at the others. They were all down, but breathing. Molly's head, shoulders, and arms hung off the side of the boat. Wet, her sapphire-dyed hair looked like a much darker hue. Each rock of the boat made her hands swing. She was in danger of falling into the water.
I turned back to the cloaked figure and peered at him. Big billowy cloaks and robes are nicely dramatic, especially if you're facing into the wind-but under a calm, soaking rain they just look waterlogged. The outfit clung to the figure, looking rather miserable.
The rain also made the cloth look darker than it was. Looking closer, I could see faint hints of color in the cloth, which wasn't actually black. It was a purple so deep that it was close.
"Wizard Rashid?" I asked.
The Gatekeeper's staff never wavered as he faced me. He lifted a hand and drew back his hood. His face was long and sharp-featured and weathered like old leather. He wore a short beard that was shot through with silver, and his silver hair was short, stiff brush. One of his eyes was dark. The other had a pair of horrible old silver scars running through it, from his hairline down to his jaw. The injury had to have ruined his natural eye. It had been replaced with something that looked like a stainless-steel ball bearing. "Indeed," he said calmly.
"Should have seen it sooner. There aren't many wizards taller than me."
"Lay aside your staff, Wizard Dresden. Before anyone else is hurt."
"I can't do that," I said.
"And I cannot permit you to openly challenge the White Council to battle."
"No?" I asked, thrusting out my jaw. "Why not?"
His deep, resonant voice sounded troubled. "It is not yet your hour."
I felt my eyebrows go up. "Not yet yet ... ?" ... ?"
He shook his head. "Places in time. This is not the time, or the place. What you are about to do will cost lives-among them your own. I wish you no harm, young wizard. But if you will not surrender, so be it."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "And if I don't do this, an innocent man is going to die. I don't want to fight you. But I'm not going to stand by and let the Black Council kill Morgan and dance off behind the curtains so that they can do it again in the future."
He tilted his head slightly. "Black Council?"
"Whatever you want to call them," I said. "The people the traitor is working for. The ones who keep trying to stir up trouble between the powers. Who keep changing things."
The Gatekeeper's expression was unreadable. "What things?"
"The weirdness we've been seeing. Mysterious figures handing out wolf belts to FBI agents. Red Court vampires showing up to fights with Outsiders on the roster. Faerie Queens getting idealistic and trying to overthrow the natural order of the Faerie Courts. The Unseelie standing by unresponsive when they are offered an enormous insult by the vampires trespassing on their territory. The attack on Arctis Tor. I can think of half a dozen other things to go with those, and those are just the things I've personally gotten involved with." I made a broad gesture with one hand, back toward Chicago. "The world is getting weirder and scarier, and we've been so busy beating on one another that we can't even see it. Someone's behind it."
He watched me silently for a long moment. Then he said, "Yes."
I frowned at him, and then my lips parted as I realized what was going on. "And you think I'm with them."
He paused before speaking-but then, he damn near always did. "Perhaps there is reason. Add to your list of upset balances such things as open warfare erupting between the Red Court and the White Council. A Seelie crown being passed from one young Queen to the next by bloody revolt, and not the will of Titania. Wardens consorting with White Court vampires on a regular basis. College students being taught magic sufficient to allow them to become werewolves. The Little Folk, Wyld fae, banding together and organizing. The most powerful artifacts of the Church vanishing from the world-and, as some signs indicate, being kept by a wizard who does not so much as pay lip service to the faith, much less believe."
I scowled. "Yeah, well. When you put it like that that."
He smiled faintly.
I held up my hand, palm out. "I swear to you, by my magic, that I am not involved with those lunatics, except for trying to put out all these fires they keep starting. And if questionable things surround me, it's because that's the kind of thing that happens when you're as outclassed as I usually am. You have to find solutions where you can, not where convenient."
The Gatekeeper pursed his lips thoughtfully, considering me.
"Look, can we agree to a short truce, to talk this out?" I said. "And so that I can keep my apprentice from drowning?"
His gaze moved past me to Molly. He frowned and lowered his staff at once. "Five minutes," he said.
"Thanks," I said. I turned around and got Molly hauled back onto the boat. She never stirred. Once she was safely snoozing on deck, I went down the dock to stand in front of the Gatekeeper. He watched me quietly, holding his staff in both hands, leaning on it gently. "So," I said. "Where's the rest of the Senior Council?"
"On the way, I should think," he said. "They'll need to secure transportation to the island in Chicago and then find their way here."
"But not you. You came through the Nevernever?"
He nodded, his eyes watching me carefully. "I know a Way. I've been here before."
"Yeah?" I shook my head. "I thought about trying to find a Way out here, but I didn't want to chance it. This isn't exactly Mayberry. I doubt it hooks up to anything pleasant in the Nevernever."
The Gatekeeper muttered something to himself in a language I didn't understand and shook his head. "I cannot decide," he said, "whether you are the most magnificent liar I have ever encountered in my life-or if you truly are as ignorant as you appear."
I looked at him for a minute. Then I hooked my thumb up at my ridiculous head bandage. "Dude."
He burst out into a laugh that was as rich and deep as his speaking voice, but ... more, somehow. I'm not sure how to explain it. The sound of that laugh was filled with a warmth and a purity that almost made the air quiver around it, as if it had welled up from some untapped source of concentrated, unrestrained joy.
I think maybe it had been a while since Rashid had laughed.
"You," he said, barely able to speak through it. "Up in that tree. Covered with mud."
I found myself grinning at him. "Yeah. I remember."
He shook his head and actually wiped tears away from his good eye. It took him another moment or two to compose himself, but when he spoke, his living eye sparkled, an echo of his laughter. "You've endured more than most young people," he said. "And tasted more triumph than most, as well. It is a very encouraging sign that you can still laugh at yourself."
"Well, gosh," I said. "I'm just so ignorant, I don't know what else to do."
He stared at me intently. "You don't know what this place is."
"It's out of the way of innocent bystanders," I said. "And I know it better than most of the people who are on the way."
He nodded, frowning. "I suppose that is logical."
"So?"
"Hmm?"
I sighed. Wizards. "So? What is is this place?" this place?"
He considered his words for a moment. "What do you think it is, beyond the obvious physical and tactical terrain?"
"Well," I said. "I know there's a ley line that comes through here. Very dark and dangerous energy. I know that there's a genius loci genius loci present and that it is real strong and isn't very friendly. I know that they tried to start up a small town here, linked with the shipping interests in the Great Lakes, but it went sour. Demonreach drove them away. Or insane, apparently." present and that it is real strong and isn't very friendly. I know that they tried to start up a small town here, linked with the shipping interests in the Great Lakes, but it went sour. Demonreach drove them away. Or insane, apparently."
"Demonreach?" he asked.
"Couldn't find a name on the books," I said. "So I made up my own."
"Demonreach," the Gatekeeper mused. "It's ... certainly fitting."
"So?"
He gave me a tight smile. "It wouldn't help you for me to say anything more-except for this: one of your facts is incorrect. The ley line you speak of does not go through through the island," he said. "This is where it wells up. The island is its the island," he said. "This is where it wells up. The island is its source source."
"Ah," I said. "Wells up from what?"
"In my opinion, that is a very useful question."
I narrowed my eyes. "And you aren't going to give me anything else."
He shrugged. "We do have other matters to discuss."
I glanced back at my unconscious friends. "Yeah. We do."
"I am willing to accept that your intentions are noble," he said. "But your actions could set into motion a catastrophic chain of events."
I shrugged. "I don't know about that," I said. "What I do know is that you don't kill a man for a crime he didn't commit. And when someone else tries to do it, you stop them."
"And you think that this will stop them?" the Gatekeeper asked.
"I think it's my best shot."
"You won't succeed," he said. "If you press ahead, it will end in violence. People will die, you amongst them."
"You don't even know what I have in mind," I said.
"You're laying a trap for the traitor," he said. "You're trying to force him to act and reveal himself."
A lesser man might have felt less clever than he had a moment before. "Oh."
"And if I can work it out," the Gatekeeper said, "then so can the traitor."
"Well, duh," I said. "But he'll show up anyway. He can't afford to do anything else."
"And he'll come ready," the Gatekeeper said. "He'll choose his moment."
"Let him. I've got other assets."
Then he did something strange. He exhaled slowly, his living eye closing. The gleaming steel eye tracked back and forth, as if looking at something, though I could only tell it was moving because of the twitches of his other eyelid. A moment later, the Gatekeeper opened his eye and said, "The chances that you'll survive it are minimal."
"Yeah?" I asked him. I stepped around him and hopped off the dock and onto the island, immediately feeling the connection with Demonreach as I turned to face him. "How about now?"
He frowned at me, and then repeated the little ritual.
Then he made a choking sound. "Blood of the Prophet," he swore, opening his eyes to stare at me. "You ... you've claimed this this place as a sanctum?" place as a sanctum?"
"Uh-huh."
"How?"
"I punched it in the nose. Now we're friends," I said.
The Gatekeeper shook his head slowly. "Harry," he said, his voice weary. "Harry, you don't know what you've done."
"I've given myself a fighting chance."
"Yes. Today," he replied. "But there is always a price for knowledge. Always."
His left eyelid twitched as he spoke, making the scars that framed the steel orb quiver.
"But it will be me paying the price," I said. "Not everyone else."
"Yes," he said quietly. We were both silent for several minutes, standing in the rain.
"Been longer than five minutes," I said. "How do you want it to be?"
The Gatekeeper shook his head. "May I offer you two pieces of advice?"
I nodded.