Thalric tensed, hand poised to sting, and she saw Accius bring his sword up. Elysiath laughed, as the Jamail might have laughed when it destroyed the Scorpions. "Your weapons are nothing here," she told them patiently. "Though our dominion may have shrunk from the height of its greatness, you are within it now, for we still rule these halls." The great pressure of their collective minds hung over the three intruders. Che saw Thalric"s hand shake, his Art trapped within it. Accius"s face was shiny with sweat, his sword motionless.
"You are not the first to come and steal our secrets," Elysiath said, raising a hand. "Nor shall you be the last to pay the price for it."
"Secrets?"
Che started at the voice, for it belonged to the Vekken beside them.
"Our knowledge is our treasure, and no thieves shall take it outside these halls." Jeherian told him.
"You have kept no secrets here." Accius"s expression suggested that the worst had befallen him, and he was meeting it joyously. "Slay me and you set your seal on nothing. You cannot keep us from knowing."
"What nonsense," Elysiath said scornfully, but Accius grinned, teeth gleaming brightly in his dark face.
"My brother is at large in the city already. Not you nor all your servants shall catch him. And what I know, he knows."
A dead silence fell between them, the great Masters regarding the defiant Ant-kinden with what Che realized was dawning puzzlement. At last it was Jeherian"s expression that changed, sagging with bitter weariness.
"The old Art," he acknowledged. "The old Art of the savages. It has been far too long and we have forgotten too much, how they were in each other"s minds, the folk of the Alim and the Aleth." Che saw realization ripple through them all, stripping away their majesty and leaving a sad bewilderment behind. She found that, despite their malevolence and their vast power, she still felt sorry for them in some strange way atavisms that remembered only ruling a world that had long pa.s.sed them by.
"What could we say?" she said. "Who would believe us anyway? We will return to the sun, and say nothing. There would be no profit for us in being dubbed liars or madmen. We leave you to your rest. Do not think ill of us."
The Masters of Khanaphes regarded them stonily for a long moment, until Jeherian nodded minutely and said, "Go."
Che would remember for ever the sight of them as she glanced back one last time: beautiful by an alien aesthetic, huge and commanding and gleaming in that bluish light. The immortal Slug-kinden, the Masters of Khanaphes.
She led the way back. Thalric tried to at first, but he went off course over and over, leading them in circles through the maze of halls by the light of Accius"s quisitor"s lamp. The true path to the light was clear only to Che and, once they had finally accepted that, she led them confidently until they found the corpses.
There were four of them there, three close by and one at a distance. Che had not quite identified them when Thalric knelt down beside the middle one of the three. She heard him take a long breath, and only then recognized the corpse as Osgan"s.
"Oh," she said. "I"m sorry, Thalric. Really I am."
"I left him behind," Thalric said. "He was in pain, but I left him behind."
"We should go," Accius said shortly, still very anxious. Thalric looked up at him balefully and Che recalled how it was only because Accius had been abducting her that Thalric had abandoned Osgan to his fate.
"No fighting, no disagreement," she ordered them flatly. "We leave here at once, or the Masters may change their minds. Thalric, I"m sorry, but we should spend no more time here than necessary."
"You"re right, of course," he said, standing up. She took his hand and led them on, past the final corpse, that was twisted, both face and body, into an att.i.tude of unbearable horror.
The thought she had, crossing into the next hall, was, We must be close now. There is his armour on the throne We must be close now. There is his armour on the throne. She thought that until she saw the head lift, and the dead eyes of Garmoth Atennar stared out at her. Even then the others did not see, not until she flinched back against them, dragging them round to watch the colossal metal-clad form stand up, sword in hand.
"Garmoth Atennar," she declared. "Lord of the Fourth House, whose Bounty Exceeds all Expectations, Greatest of Warriors." She could remember every word of it. "We are leaving your realm."
"I know of your words with my peers," he boomed. "Even as our slaves have diminished, so has the foolishness of the Masters grown. Not mine, though, and I care not if you have a hundred listeners. They shall know first-hand the fate that awaits trespa.s.sers into these halls."
The might of his mind oppressed them, but Che found it weaker now that he was alone. She could shrug it off with ease, ward it off from the others, thinking: Is this magic? Am I a magician now? Is this magic? Am I a magician now?
Garmoth Atennar took one great stride forward. His sword dropped towards her ponderously and Thalric pushed her out of its path. His stingshot struck shards from the Master"s Mantis-crafted armour. Garmoth changed his grip on the sword and swung it in a scything blow towards him, but Thalric took flight briefly and avoided it, leading the sword point upwards. Accius darted in and rammed his sword into the huge man"s knee.
Che expected Garmoth"s armour to fend off the blow easily, but the Mantis plate crumpled at once, cracking like fire-warmed paper. With a grating roar, Garmoth collapsed to his knees, and Accius slit his throat, stepping back to avoid the huge body as it toppled to the floor in a cacophony of metal.
In the echoes of that crash, that seemed to go on and on, Che waited for repercussions, but the other Masters made no further appearance. Perhaps they slept already. Perhaps they were as heedless of their fellow as they had been of their servants.
"Rusted through," Thalric observed. She blinked at him, realized he meant the armour. "Look," he pointed, "the backplate is cracked without a blow being struck. This was no good place to store armour." He laid a hand on one of the ma.s.sive pauldrons, and half of it came away without effort.
"Greatest of warriors," she whispered. Was he genuinely so, in his day? Or did he rely merely on the awe he was held in to win his battles for him? What have we slain here today? Was he genuinely so, in his day? Or did he rely merely on the awe he was held in to win his battles for him? What have we slain here today? She felt they should move the body to the pedestal where he had lain for so long, but the three of them could not have managed it, even with Accius"s strength. She felt they should move the body to the pedestal where he had lain for so long, but the three of them could not have managed it, even with Accius"s strength.
Forty-Five.
He had awoken several times, but retained only a sketchy memory of each occasion: aware that he was in the infirmary of the Scriptora, and that she was beside him. When he moved, he felt as if every bone and joint had been under the hammer. Amnon, the First Soldier of Khanaphes, opened his eyes.
They had not given up on him, he saw, for this was one of the little rooms reserved for Ministers or people of importance. His soldiers, most of whom had suffered worse than he, would be tended in the communal infirmaries of their barracks, or in converted storerooms. There would be more than enough work today to keep all Khanaphes"s cutters and salvers busy.
He remembered, in fits and starts, that the city still stood, that the Scorpions had been washed away, that he had held the bridge just long enough. He squeezed the hand that he found in his, startling his companion from her doze as she sat beside the bed.
"h.e.l.lo, Praeda."
She looked haggard and he guessed she had not slept much these last few days. She bit her lip, watching him, and he levered himself up to a sitting position, determinedly ignoring all the complaints of his body. "Don"t tell me I look as bad as that," he chided.
"I am so angry with you," she said tightly. Her grip on his hand became painful. "I can"t believe just how angry I am."
"You have every right to be."
"Don"t be reasonable reasonable about it now!" she snapped. "You have no right to be reasonable now, after what you did. You were going to die, you and those other idiots. You were going to stay behind and die. What ... What sort of a way is that for anyone to behave?" about it now!" she snapped. "You have no right to be reasonable now, after what you did. You were going to die, you and those other idiots. You were going to stay behind and die. What ... What sort of a way is that for anyone to behave?"
"It is what the First Soldier of Khanaphes does, if it is needed," said Amnon calmly. "It is what the Chosen of the Marsh people does. For Totho and Meyr, I cannot say why they did it, and perhaps they cannot either. How long have I slept?"
"It"s now evening of the day after the battle."
"And what do the healers say about me?"
"d.a.m.n the healers. I st.i.tched your wounds myself," she informed him. "We know our medicine in Collegium."
"So what do you you say about me?" say about me?"
"That you"re a cursed fool. And you got off lightly. I saw your armour after they"d cut it off you. It looked like someone had thrown it off a cliff and then put it into an industrial grinder. They should have taken you out of it in pieces."
"You sound disappointed," he noted.
"Because you won"t learn learn," she said bitterly. "I know you soldiers, you"ll remember that you won and that you survived, and you"ll call it glory, and you"ll do it again."
He put both hands on hers, and his mind was abruptly full of all those who had not survived or won: Dariset and Kham and all his Royal Guard, the elite of the Khanaphir fighting forces now pared down to a fragile handful. And of course, Totho"s foreigners, the Fly, the sailors, the loyal giant Meyr. "No," he said hollowly, "never glory. That I lived was due to chance chance and Totho"s armour and his help. That we won was ... I cannot explain it. The glory belongs to the dead."
Tears shone in her eyes. "Amnon, I love you. You made me love you. You just gnawed and gnawed away at me until I caved in. So promise me you"ll never do anything so stupid again."
He took a deep breath. "I am guilty, as you say, but it is a promise I cannot make. Would you think the same of me if I were merely to stand by while those I loved or those you loved were harmed? Surely you would not."
She gazed at him sadly for a long time. "I suppose not," she said at last. "Although it"s hard to live with it, you"d not be the same man if you did. You selfish b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
He managed a smile at that, but then he glanced past her, and she turned to see a shadow hovering in the doorway: it was a stooped old Khanaphir who looked as sleepless as any of them.
"First Minister," she named him, and Amnon said, "Ethmet."
"They told me," said the old man, "that you were well, Amnon."
"I live," Amnon confirmed.
Ethmet looked very old, standing there. The burden of the city"s reconstruction would weigh on his shoulders. "Your banishment ..." he began quietly.
Amnon nodded. "I had not forgotten."
"Amnon, if it were my decision ... but the Masters have spoken. You went against their tenets when you adopted the foreigners" ways."
"And so I lived, when so many others died. And so I held the bridge, with the foreigners, who shed their blood for us. But that doesn"t matter, does it?"
"Amnon, I am sorry-"
"Dress it up as the Masters" will if you want," Amnon interrupted. "I care not. I am banished, so be it."
"There is a chance," said Ethmet, holding a hand up. "If you were to ask forgiveness of the Masters, if you were to repudiate the foreigners, I think that you might yet be taken back. The Masters are just."
"Are they?" Amnon said heavily. "Consider this: if I were a man to beg forgiveness, then I would not have held the bridge until the waters came, and the only thing the river would then have achieved would be to wash all our corpses into the Marshland. So no, I ask no forgiveness. I apologize for none of my actions. I held the bridge and, if I am banished for that, then I shall go like a man. I shall go with Praeda Rakespear to her far country, where perhaps they understand things better than you or your Masters." He saw the leap of joy on Praeda"s face, and knew it was something she had wanted to ask him, and never dared.
"Please, Amnon," Ethmet whispered, "your city needs you ..."
"My city needed me and, needed, I came. Now I have done what was required of me. Now it seems what my city needs is a man who will bow the knee, and I will not. You have set the price for my actions, and I shall pay it, as I have always paid my debts. Now we must both part on our own quests: I for a new city, you for a new First Soldier."
Ethmet hovered in the doorway a short while longer, wringing his hands but without words, and then he skulked away.
This has been a disaster: it was Totho"s personal a.s.sessment. Drephos would find something positive in it, of course. Drephos would see the whole Khanaphir expedition as an extended field-test to destruction: the ship, the armour, the people ... He would be pleased, overall, with the performance. Drephos did not care about money, so long as he had enough, and the Iron Glove would not be bankrupted by this petty conflict.
Still, no market in Khanaphes, and the Iteration Iteration sunk with most of her crew, Tirado dead, Meyr dead, and also Meyr"s people from the Nemian expedition sunk with most of her crew, Tirado dead, Meyr dead, and also Meyr"s people from the Nemian expedition. Still, Totho knew that he was merely dressing the books now, that the true disaster was a personal one. And Che gone, too And Che gone, too. Lost to a Rekef knife, no doubt. They had hunted her down one night, and he had not been there to save her. That being so, the final disaster was: I survived I survived. He had not meant to. His armour had been too proof, his instincts too cowardly. He had lived when all his fellows had died, save only Amnon himself. He wondered if Amnon felt as wretched as this.
But Amnon has his woman beside him, while I myself have ... nothing. And what did I ever have?
The tide of self-pity was rising like the turbulent waters of the Jamail, and that was something he was adamantly not thinking about. There would be an explanation for the water"s intervention, but just now he could not be moved to find it. The sight of those rushing floods encompa.s.sing only one half one half of the city had profoundly disturbed him. Time would smooth over the queasy feelings it had left within him, and give him a chance to piece together a rationale. Until then the memories were to stay under lock and key inside his mind. of the city had profoundly disturbed him. Time would smooth over the queasy feelings it had left within him, and give him a chance to piece together a rationale. Until then the memories were to stay under lock and key inside his mind.
And, of course, I am exiled from this place, never to return. It was a strange thing, to be walking alone through a city that was supposed to have thrown him and all his kind out, with only his snapbow over his shoulder, and his battered breastplate. The truth was that his casting out was still very much in force and, equally, would not be enforced. Not a soldier of Khanaphes would lift a finger against him, nor any of its citizens. The Ministers were too wise to issue the direct orders and risk an uproar. Totho was a hero of the city, they all knew. He had stood with Amnon on the bridge.
And I should be proud of that, shouldn"t I? That I played the hero? He didn"t feel like a hero. He had known heroes in his day, people who would fight for what they believed in, without hesitation. People who did not need time and thought to cajole themselves towards doing the right thing. Salma had been a hero, so Totho had always thought that he must have felt like a hero: knowing no doubt, no fear, worry or uncertainty. He didn"t feel like a hero. He had known heroes in his day, people who would fight for what they believed in, without hesitation. People who did not need time and thought to cajole themselves towards doing the right thing. Salma had been a hero, so Totho had always thought that he must have felt like a hero: knowing no doubt, no fear, worry or uncertainty. Did Salma feel empty instead, like me? Did Salma do all those things because Did Salma feel empty instead, like me? Did Salma do all those things because not not doing them would only make him feel worse? doing them would only make him feel worse?
No. Salma had been a hero. Amnon was a hero. Totho was not fit for their company save that chance had thrown him that way. I did the best I could with bad materials. I botched it together, when the moment came. That"s all. I"m not a hero, but we were short of one, so I stepped into the gap I did the best I could with bad materials. I botched it together, when the moment came. That"s all. I"m not a hero, but we were short of one, so I stepped into the gap.
He was going to find Amnon, to bid him farewell. There were a half-dozen Iron Glove men left, survivors of the Iteration Iteration. Totho had found them a ship out of Khanaphes, and it could not happen too soon.
He walked out into the square in front of the Scriptora, and saw her stepping down the pyramid as though she had simply been frozen among the statues on the summit all this time.
Che.
It had been a fight to be quit of that place. After Garmoth"s death, the tunnels and halls had turned against them, but Che had proved their equal in the end. She had pushed and pushed. They were immeasurably stronger, of course, but they were tired: the Masters most of all wanted to sleep again, and she possessed a Beetle"s persistence. In the end she had outlasted them, and forged her way through to the open air, guiding the two clueless Apt with her.
Climbing out into the sunlight was the sweetest thing in the world. She stood still, a statue on either side, as though she was part of their irregular order. Irregular, she realized, and purposefully confusing so that when the Masters came up here to view their shrunken dominion, no eye would note them there, even if the moon was bright.
She pushed out of her mind all she had been told and all she had seen, down below. There would be sleepless nights later for her to digest it. For now, she was free, and the war was over, and ...
She took one step down the pyramid and saw Thalric emerge from the shaft and alight, wings blurring and fading. He had the temerity to lean on a statue, looking up at the cloudless sky as though he had not seen it in a hundred years, drinking in the blue.
"I thought I"d never ..." he said.
"I know." She turned to see Accius now climbing out, wiping the slime off his hands with an expression of revulsion even on his normally blank face.
He nodded to her. "Malius and I are discussing what should be done, regarding our two cities: what report we will give," he said. "It is true, there are events that cannot be understood." There was an awkward look about him. "Events that, if reported, will cast doubt on our competence as reporters."
"I understand," Che told him.
"We have stood together, in this place." The admission seemed somehow prompted, and she wondered if it was Malius or Accius who was making it. "You released me from ... some torment that even my brother could not unlock, and we are unsure what this means. We shall confer, and then we will come to you." He settled his sword in its scabbard, a nervous, rea.s.suring gesture, and stepped off quickly towards the Place of Foreigners.
"Hope yet?" Thalric enquired.
"I don"t know. Perhaps. It would please Uncle Sten."
Thalric smirked at that answer, and she demanded, "What?"
"War Master Stenwold Maker, spymaster of Collegium and defier of the Empire, now reduced to "Uncle Sten". The Rekef would be mortified to hear it." His grin faded at the memory of Marger"s revelations. "And that"s another problem."
"Which we"ll solve, somehow," Che a.s.sured him. "For now, though, we"re out, Thalric. We"re free of the Masters. We"re free."
His smile returned and he caught her around the waist and kissed her. She heard somebody shout.
Turning, she saw Totho running towards them, and her heart sank. Oh, timing, Totho, always timing. Your eternal gift Oh, timing, Totho, always timing. Your eternal gift. "Totho, wait ..." she started, unsure what she could honestly say. Thalric"s wings had taken him two steps up the pyramid, hand held out, but Che was between them.
The Wasp did not loose. Totho did.
He was shooting whilst running. She heard at least one bolt ping from the stones very close to her. Another tore her sleeve. A single shot punched into Thalric"s shoulder, knocking him back against the steps. She fell across his body, hoping to shield him, seeing him clutch at the point of impact. Thalric"s expression was not pain so much as fury, and it was contagious, leaping to her like wildfire. Totho had stopped shooting by then, was just running forward, shouting her name.
No, no ... But it was too late. Something fierce and mad had arisen inside her at the sight of Thalric"s blood, and she wrenched the Wasp"s sword from its scabbard and was already turning to meet Totho. She felt empty hands guiding her, and an unfamiliar insanity gripping her mind. A whirl of alien thoughts honour and vengeance and bitter pride rose in her like bile. After so many months in residence, Tisamon had left some echo behind, the ghost of a ghost. But it was too late. Something fierce and mad had arisen inside her at the sight of Thalric"s blood, and she wrenched the Wasp"s sword from its scabbard and was already turning to meet Totho. She felt empty hands guiding her, and an unfamiliar insanity gripping her mind. A whirl of alien thoughts honour and vengeance and bitter pride rose in her like bile. After so many months in residence, Tisamon had left some echo behind, the ghost of a ghost.
She lashed out even as Totho arrived, striking sparks from his breastplate. He called out her name, and she hit him thrice more, denting his pauldron, smashing the snapbow from his hand, and then slamming the sword so hard across his body that he stumbled backwards down three steps.
"Che! It"s me!" he yelled at the stranger he saw behind her eyes, and she stabbed him as hard as she physically could, so that the blade of Thalric"s sword snapped off close to the hilt, as Totho was punched off his feet. He landed with a hard clash of metal on stone and slid to the base of the pyramid. She was on to him as soon as he started to get up, drawing back the jagged, broken edge of the blade, about to jam it into his upturned face. The urge to kill him keened inside her, not through the Mantis"s influence but just the b.l.o.o.d.y handprint his presence had left.
"You never learn!" she screamed at him. "You never ..."