Deathstalker 08 - Deathstalker Coda

liked to think they would have had a lot in common. She missed him; but then, so did everyone.
    She could still remember the powerful inhuman voice, coming from everywhere and nowhere, to tell them all that Owen Deathstalker was dead. Dead, like Jack and Ruby. Hardened soldiers, who’d taken everything Shub could throw at them and never once flinched, had stood around her crying their hearts out for the loss of the one man they’d all revered. The one who’d been the best of them all.
    He’d made the rebellion possible. He’d made winning possible. Even though he’d always known heroes died young and bloody and far from home.
    And yet . . . his presence seemed to permeate the Victory Gardens, even though he had no grave there. He had been here, and recently. She knew it like she knew her own name. She grinned briefly, her heart rising. She’d found a way back from the dead; maybe he had too. The Deathstalker had always been one for pulling a miracle out of the hat at the last possible moment. She left the Victory Gardens and headed for the Rookery again, and her heart and her step were a lot lighter. She felt better about the day, and her mission. She was going to hook up with Douglas Campbell and lead him back to greatness. He needed her. Even if he didn’t know it yet.
    The overpowering pressure of the city’s oppressed minds still hung about her like a dark cloud, but Diana Vertue was learning to see through it. Touched and transformed by the Mater Mundi, in her time she had been one of the most powerful esper minds living, and now that she was back her strength was rapidly returning. Strange lights glowed in her mind like paper lanterns with horrible faces. The ELFs, abroad in the long night of the soul. Elf had been a proud name in her time, a force for justice, and Diana hated these new ELFs all the more for making the name an obscenity. She could sense thralls everywhere, human minds suppressed and silently screaming, so the ELFs could run their bodies from a distance. She’d expected that, but the sheer numbers staggered her. She was pretty sure the Emperor Finn didn’t know there were this many thralls in his capital city. Maybe she should send him a note.
    It was clear she’d come back from the dead not a moment too soon. The ELFs were spreading their influence, and growing in power. The more people they could control and drain, the more powerful their minds became. Diana had to wonder if Finn knew that, as well. She increased the power of her mental shields, just in case. It wouldn’t do to have the enemy know she was back, just yet.
    She paused by the window of a store and studied the display of vidscreens interestedly as the regular (approved by Finn) news channel was shouldered aside by a rogue news broadcast from the Rookery. Nina Malapert’s beaming face replaced the meaningless smile of the regular newscaster, and her voice rang out clear and happy and entirely unworried, like a breath of fresh air in a slaughterhouse.
    “Hello again, sweeties! It’s Nina Malapert back again, the voice and face of the coming rebellion! Guess what? King Douglas is back, and boy is he ever mad at Finn! Right now the true King is putting together an army that’s going to drag that so-called Emperor off his stolen throne, and he wants you to know that things are going to start happening very soon now. Expect open displays of sedition, rebellion, and just plain crankiness all over Logres and especially in the Parade of the Endless. The rebellion is under way, that’s official, and you heard it here first! And now, here’s a whole bunch of news stories that Finn and his creatures don’t want you to know about.”
    There then followed a long series of news stories about things that Finn had ordered done, or was planning to have done, most of which were supposed to be strictly secret. Some of them even surprised Diana. More stories followed, about all the things that were going wrong because Finn couldn’t be bothered with everyday problems, so his people didn’t care either. And even more stories about the foul-ups and general ineptitude of Finn’s rule. Diana was just starting to enjoy herself when Nina’s face and voice were suddenly swept from the screen by the news station’s superior tech. A message appeared, saying Service Will Be Resumed, so Diana set off for the Rookery again.
    It was good to know Douglas Campbell had finally got off his regal arse, and was back in action again. She’d been