The Long War

Petra. Granddaughter, ruler of this city – this Den, whatever – which is called the Eye of the Hunter.’
    ‘Granddaughter?’
    ‘Two down in the hierarchy from the Mother, I think. The big boss of this doggy nation is the Mother, then you get Daughters, Granddaughters—’
    ‘ Petra? ’
    ‘A human nickname, apparently. You’d probably ruin your epiglottis if you tried for their true names. Not that we mere humans are told them anyhow.’
    ‘We’re not the first to pass through here, then.’
    ‘Evidently not. Those damn combers get everywhere, don’t they? . . . Now pay attention. Petra’s in charge, and she knows it.’
    Joshua faced Petra. ‘It was your orders to staple me?’
    ‘Let me make it plain, Josh-shua. What is it we each-shh wann-t? You, the tr-hrrollss. Yes? Make peace.’
    ‘That’s why I came here.’
    ‘Me too,’ Sally said.
    ‘Ve-hrry good. But I care not for you, or tr-hrrolls. Though t-hrroll music pleases. I care for these .’ And she plucked the ray gun from Snowy’s belt, hefted it in her graceful fingers, pointed it straight at Joshua’s head – and pulled what was obviously the trigger.
    He didn’t flinch, though from the corner of his eye he saw Jansson and Bill shrink back. Of course nothing happened. It wasn’t the moment in the game for him to die, though he suspected that would come later.
    The Granddaughter said, ‘Weapons. Come from him .’ She gestured at the cringing, grinning kobold. ‘Where from? From scentless wo-hhrlds.’
    Sally murmured, ‘She means, stepwise. These canine conquerors can’t step. Which is why they needed to staple you.’
    ‘Weapons make Eye of Hunter-rhh strong Den. Stronger than foe dens.’
    Granddaughter , Joshua thought blearily. Dogs had big litters. This granddaughter of the queen must have a lot of rivals.
    Sally said, ‘Joshua, you need to understand. As far as I can make out these canines don’t care about us, or about stepping, the parallel worlds. All they care about is their own wars, their own agendas, their conflicts. We’re just a means to an end.’
    ‘We’d be the same, probably.’
    ‘Right. And all they really want, right now, is weapons to fight their wars.’
    ‘The ray guns?’
    ‘But weapons die.’ The Granddaughter threw the weapon, a kind of laser pistol, Joshua saw, contemptuously on the floor. ‘That-tt one knows.’ She pointed at the kobold. ‘Whe-hrre weapons a-hhre. How to get. They dhrr-ibble into my hands, for ho-hrrible price, then die. Enough. We have per-hrrsuaded him to help.’ She fingered something at her neck, a scrap of flesh dangling on a thong. It was an ear, Joshua saw. A kobold ear. And beside it, on a second thong, now he looked more closely – a ring, like his own, a Rectangles ring. ‘But kobold has no weapons-ss fo-hhr us.’
    ‘Prob-lemm for me,’ hissed the kobold, his anxious grin showing bloody teeth, his gaze flickering over the humans’ faces.
    ‘I’ll bet it is,’ Joshua said.
    Joshua couldn’t figure it all out yet, not quite. But these rings, from the world a few steps away, were evidently crucial. As Sally had seen. And by retrieving their own ring she had sought some kind of advantage.
    ‘Here’s the deal,’ Sally said quickly. ‘The beagles want more ray guns. They are in caches, over in Rectangles.’
    ‘They are where ? In what ?’
    Sally gritted her teeth. ‘Is this really the time for an archaeology lesson, Valienté? Just listen . . .’ She spoke very rapidly, and he realized she was hoping the beagles, and the kobold, wouldn’t be able to follow fully. ‘The caches the kobold raided before are all exhausted. Locked up. To get at fresh ones he needs another key.’
    Joshua’s mind, unusually flexible for once – maybe it was the goad of the lingering pain – made the connection. ‘ The key is the ring we found in the cave of bones . The ring I kept, the ring you took from the airship—’
    ‘The ring I now have secreted on my person,’ Sally murmured. ‘But they don’t know I have it.’
    ‘I’m not surprised. And the ring the Granddaughter is wearing—’
    ‘Opened a weapons cache that’s now exhausted.’
    ‘He needs a new key. He, or his buddies, must have combed Rectangles for the keys. How come he didn’t find the one we did?’
    ‘On the finger of a long-dead corpse? Some taboo, maybe. Or instinct. He’s not human, Joshua. He’s not going to seek stuff out the way a human would.’
    ‘OK. What