“That does it, Jackson! I’ve waited a long time for this. Now I’ve got all the mana there is!”

“Take a look at the cable on my ankle,” I said softly. He narrowed his eyes, stepped back, gun aimed, darted a glance at the cable looped to the chain.

“I cut it, Toby. I was alone in the Bolo with the cable cut—and I didn’t fire. I could have taken your toy and set up in business for myself, but I didn’t.”

“What’s that supposed to buy you?” Mallon rasped.

“As you said—we need each other. That cut cable proves you can trust me.”

Mallon smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. “Safe, were you? Come here.” I walked along with him to the back of the Bolo. A heavy copper wire hung across the rear of the machine, trailing off into the grass in both directions.

“I’d have burned you at the first move. Even with the cable cut, the armored cover would have carried the full load right into the cockpit with you. But don’t be nervous. I’ve got other jobs for you.” He jabbed the gun muzzle hard into my chest, pushing me back. “Now get moving,” he snarled. “And don’t ever threaten the Baron again.”

“The years have done more than shrivel your face, Toby,” I said. “They’ve cracked your brain.”

He laughed, a short bark. “You could be right. What’s sane and what isn’t? I’ve got a vision in my mind—and I’ll make it come true. If that’s insanity, it’s better than what the mob has.”

Back at the parapet, Mallon turned to me. “I’ve had this campaign planned in detail for years, Jackson. Everything’s ready. We move out in half an hour—before any traitors have time to take word to my enemies. Pig Eye and Dunger will keep you from being lonely while I’m away. When I get back—Well, maybe you’re right about working together.” He gestured and my whiskery friend and his sidekick loomed up. “Watch him,” he said.

“Genghis Khan is on the march, eh?” I said, “With nothing between you and the goodies but a five-hundred-ton Bolo…”

“The Lesser Troll…” He raised his hands and made crushing motions, like a man crumbling dry earth. “I’ll trample it under my treads.”

“You’re confused, Toby. The Bolo has treads. You just have a couple of fallen arches.”

“It’s the same. I am the Great Troll.” He showed me his teeth and walked away.

I moved along between Dunger and Pig Eye, toward the lights of the garage.

“The back entrance again,” I said. “Anyone would think you were ashamed of me.”