“Code seventeen of the United Justice Act?” Gave said. “We repealed that, you recall? Three months ago.”
“You can’t repeal it,” Wax said. “You don’t have the authority.”
“We don’t have authority?” Entrone said. “To have a say in the policing of ourown city? Why, thatisan arrogant thing to assert, wouldn’t you say, Captain Blantach?”
“It’s technically true, Lord Mayor,” she replied.
“Technically,” he said, “one of those dirty maskers from the South could pass a law saying they have ‘jurisdiction’ here. But what right would they have?” He had walked a circuit of the room and halted in front of Wax. “They aren’t one ofourkind.”
“I see what you’re doing, Entrone,” Wax said softly.
“Do you?” he whispered, getting close enough that Wax could smell the mint on his breath. “Do youtrulyappreciate howdeliciousthis is? You worked so hard to prevent that stupid bill from passing—and yet here you are, in my hands. Byourlaws you’re a criminal, in violation of adozendifferent codes. Your only fallback is to ignore our authority—the very thing you have spentmonthsarguing that we deserve. I have you, Ladrian. You’re mine.”
“The governor will never stand for this,” Marasi said.
Obviously, that was what Entrone wanted. HewantedWax to go crawling back to Elendel for a pardon. And the Supremacy Bill? Well, by insisting Elendel had authority to override local authority, Wax wouldprove himself a hypocrite. That would give more fuel to the war between Elendel and the Outer Cities. Exactly what this man wanted.
Entrone smiled. Showing no teeth. Just two smug lips that would looksomuch better split and bloodied. Wax restrained himself with effort.
Ruin, I hate this man,he thought.
“Perhaps,” VenDell said, standing up, “you might be willing to listen to a… higher authority, Lord Mayor.” The kandra made his skin turn fully transparent, showing the bones underneath—the skull behind his face, cracked and stuck together with sinew. It was an eerie sight, particularly since VenDell chose to leave the eyeballs normal—and they seemed to float in the jelly that his face had become.
“Ah!” Entrone said. “One of the puppets! Look how it tries to frighten us, Captain Blantach!”
“Er, yes,” VenDell said. “I’m an emissary and representative of Harmony.”
“I’m not Pathian,” Gave said, with a wave of his hand. “Why should I care?”
“About God?” VenDell asked.
“Not my god,” Gave replied. “My god is industry, progress, and the indomitability of the human soul. Not some priest who managed to slurp up some juice left by a long-dead entity. Oh! Look, Captain Blantach! It pretends to be shocked by my words!”
“He doesn’t pretend,” Wax said. “VenDell is a person like any of us. Merely a little more… malleable.”
“Oh, Ladrian,” Entrone said, then had the audacity to pat Wax on the arm. “So easily fooled. Kandra are animals. Puppets. Why, they aren’t even really alive. They’re mistwraithspretendingto be people, and I fail to see how I’m to beintimidatedby a talking piece of slime that…”
He trailed off as he noticed that Wayne, subtly, had edged up close to him.
“… a piece of slime,” Gave continued, “that… er…”
“Keep goin’,” Wayne said, his eyes alarmingly wide. “Keep insultin’ my friends.Do it.”
Entrone backed away, looking thoroughly unnerved. “You have one hour,” he said to Wax, “until I formally announce we’re pressing charges. Either break out of here—and perhaps shoot some officers of the law—or call your governor and beg for his help. I’m having a radio box delivered to you.”
He retreated in a rush, trying to watch Wayne at the same time. He ended up leaving Blantach behind.
“What a knob,” Wayne said, dropping the creepy wide-eyed act.
“I… apologize,” Blantach said. “I’m afraid I had no choice but to call him.”
“It’s fine, Blantach,” Marasi said. “But youmustunderstand. You can’t throw us in prison—not without risking the fate of the entire Basin. Please listen.”
“I’ll see if I can… work something out.” Blantach glanced over her shoulder and into the constabulary office. “But this is out of my hands now, Colms. Next time,contactus before you run an operation in our city.”
She withdrew, shutting the door—which had a small viewing window at the top. A moment later a guard delivered a radio box, then lingered outside to keep an eye on them.
Wax sighed, turning to the others. He wasn’t about to trust a radio delivered into his hands by an enemy.