The dog looked as if he had just stepped out of a children"s book. There must have been a hundred physical adaptations required to allow him to walk upright. The pelvis, of course, had been entirely reshaped. The feet alone would have needed dozens of changes. He had knees, and knees were tricky.
To say nothing of the neurological enhancements.
But what Darger found himself most fascinated by was the creature"s costume. His suit fit him perfectly, with a slit in the back for the tail, and-again-a hundred invisible adaptations that caused it to hang on his body in a way that looked perfectly natural.
"You must have an extraordinary tailor," Darger said.
The dog shifted his cane from one paw to the other, so they could shake, and in the least affected manner imaginable replied, "That is a common observation, sir."
"You"re from the States?" It was a safe a.s.sumption, given where they stood-on the docks-and that the schooner Yankee Dreamer had sailed up the Thames with the morning tide. Darger had seen its bubble sails over the rooftops, like so many rainbows. "Have you found lodgings yet?"
"Indeed I am, and no I have not. If you could recommend a tavern of the cleaner sort?"
"No need for that. I would be only too happy to put you up for a few days in my own rooms." And, lowering his voice, Darger said, "I have a business proposition to put to you."
"Then lead on, sir, and I shall follow you with a right good will."
The dog"s name was Sir Blackthorpe Ravenscairn de Plus Precieux, but "Call me Sir Plus," he saidwith a self-denigrating smile, and "Surplus" he was ever after.
Surplus was, as Darger had at first glance suspected and by conversation confirmed, a bit of a rogue-something more than mischievous and less than a cut-throat. A dog, in fine, after Darger"s own heart.
Over drinks in a public house, Darger displayed his box and explained his intentions for it. Surplus warily touched the intricately carved teak housing, and then drew away from it. "You outline an intriguing scheme, Master Darger-"
"Please. Call me Aubrey."
"Aubrey, then. Yet here we have a delicate point. How shall we divide up the ... ah, spoils of this enterprise? I hesitate to mention this, but many a promising partnership has foundered on precisely such shoals."
Darger unscrewed the salt cellar and poured its contents onto the table. With his dagger, he drew a fine line down the middle of the heap. "I divide-you choose. Or the other way around, if you please.
From self-interest, you"ll not find a grain"s difference between the two."
"Excellent!" cried Surplus and, dropping a pinch of salt in his beer, drank to the bargain.
It was raining when they left for Buckingham Labyrinth. Darger stared out the carriage window at the drear streets and worn buildings gliding by and sighed. "Poor, weary old London! History is a grinding-wheel that has been applied too many a time to thy face."
"It is also," Surplus reminded him, "to be the making of our fortunes. Raise your eyes to the Labyrinth, sir, with its soaring towers and bright surfaces rising above these shops and flats like a crystal mountain rearing up out of a ramshackle wooden sea, and be comforted."
"That is fine advice," Darger agreed. "But it cannot comfort a lover of cities, nor one of a melancholic turn of mind."
"Pah!" cried Surplus, and said no more until they arrived at their destination.
At the portal into Buckingham, the sergeant-interface strode forward as they stepped down from the carriage. He blinked at the sight of Surplus, but said only, "Papers?"
Surplus presented the man with his pa.s.sport and the credentials Darger had spent the morning forging, then added with a negligent wave of his paw, "And this is my autistic."
The sergeant-interface glanced once at Darger, and forgot about him completely. Darger had the gift, priceless to one in his profession, of a face so nondescript that once someone looked away, it disappeared from that person"s consciousness forever. "This way, sir. The officer of protocol will want to examine these himself."
A dwarf savant was produced to lead them through the outer circle of the Labyrinth. They pa.s.sed by ladies in bio-luminescent gowns and gentlemen with boots and gloves cut from leathers cloned from their own skin. Both women and men were extravagantly bejeweled-for the ostentatious display of wealth was yet again in fashion-and the halls were lushly clad and pillared in marble, porphyry, and jasper. Yet Darger could not help noticing how worn the carpets were, how chipped and sooted the oil lamps. His sharp eye espied the remains of an antique electrical system, and traces as well of telephone lines and fiber optic cables from an age when those technologies were yet workable.
These last he viewed with particular pleasure.
The dwarf savant stopped before a heavy black door carved over with gilt griffins, locomotives, and fleurs-de-lis. "This is a door," he said. "The wood is ebony. Its binomial is Diospyros ebenum. It was harvested in Serendip. The gilding is of gold. Gold has an atomic weight of 197.2."
He knocked on the door and opened it.
The officer of protocol was a dark-browed man of imposing ma.s.s. He did not stand for them. "I am Lord Coherence-Hamilton, and this-" he indicated the slender, clear-eyed woman who stood beside him-"is my sister, Pamela."
Surplus bowed deeply to the Lady, who dimpled and dipped a slight curtsey in return.
The Protocol Officer quickly scanned the credentials. "Explain these fraudulent papers, sirrah. The Demesne of Western Vermont! d.a.m.n me if I have ever heard of such a place." "Then you have missed much," Surplus said haughtily. "It is true we are a young nation, created only seventy-five years ago during the Part.i.tion of New England. But there is much of note to commend our fair land. The glorious beauty of Lake Champlain. The gene-mills of Winooski, that ancient seat of learning the Universitas Viridis Montis of Burlington, the Technarchaeological Inst.i.tute of-" He stopped. "We have much to be proud of, sir, and nothing of which to be ashamed."
The bearlike official glared suspiciously at him, then said, "What brings you to London? Why do you desire an audience with the queen?"
"My mission and destination lie in Russia. However, England being on my itinerary and I a diplomat, I was charged to extend the compliments of my nation to your monarch." Surplus did not quite shrug.
"There is no more to it than that. In three days I shall be in France, and you will have forgotten about me completely."
Scornfully, the officer tossed his credentials to the savant, who glanced at and politely returned them to Surplus. The small fellow sat down at a little desk scaled to his own size and swiftly made out a copy.
"Your papers will be taken to Whitechapel and examined there. If everything goes well-which I doubt-and there"s an opening-not likely-you"ll be presented to the queen sometime between a week and ten days hence."
"Ten days! Sir, I am on a very strict schedule!"
"Then you wish to withdraw your pet.i.tion?"
Surplus hesitated. "I... I shall have to think on"t, sir."
Lady Pamela watched coolly as the dwarf savant led them away.
The room they were shown to had ma.s.sively framed mirrors and oil paintings dark with age upon the walls, and a generous log fire in the hearth. When their small guide had gone, Darger carefully locked and bolted the door. Then he tossed the box onto the bed, and bounced down alongside it. Lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, he said, "The Lady Pamela is a strikingly beautiful woman. I"ll be d.a.m.ned if she"s not."
Ignoring him, Surplus locked paws behind his back, and proceeded to pace up and down the room.
He was full of nervous energy. At last, he expostulated, "This is a deep game you have gotten me into, Darger! Lord Coherence-Hamilton suspects us of all manner of blackguardly."
"Well, and what of that?"
"I repeat myself: We have not even begun our play yet, and he suspects us already! I trust neither him nor his genetically remade dwarf."
"You are in no position to be displaying such vulgar prejudice."
"I am not bigoted about the creature, Darger, I fear him! Once let suspicion of us into that macroencephalic head of his, and he will worry at it until he has found out our every secret."
"Get a grip on yourself, Surplus! Be a man! We are in this too deep already to back out. Questions would be asked, and investigations made."
"I am anything but a man, thank G.o.d," Surplus replied. "Still, you are right. In for a penny, in for a pound. For now, I might as well sleep. Get off the bed. You can have the hearth-rug."
"I! The rug!"
"I am groggy of mornings. Were someone to knock, and I to unthinkingly open the door, it would hardly do to have you found sharing a bed with your master."
The next day, Surplus returned to the Office of Protocol to declare that he was authorized to wait as long as two weeks for an audience with the queen, though not a day more.
"You have received new orders from your government?" Lord Coherence-Hamilton asked suspiciously. "I hardly see how."
"I have searched my conscience, and reflected on certain subtleties of phrasing in my original instructions," Surplus said. "That is all."
He emerged from the office to discover Lady Pamela waiting outside. When she offered to show him the Labyrinth, he agreed happily to her plan. Followed by Darger, they strolled inward, first to witnessthe changing of the guard in the forecourt vestibule, before the great pillared wall that was the front of Buckingham Palace before it was swallowed up in the expansion of architecture during the mad, glorious years of Utopia. Following which, they proceeded toward the viewer"s gallery above the chamber of state.
"I see from your repeated glances that you are interested in my diamonds, "Sieur Plus Precieux," "
Lady Pamela said. "Well might you be. They are a family treasure, centuries old and manufactured to order, each stone flawless and perfectly matched. The indentures of a hundred autistics would not buy the like."
Surplus smiled down again at the necklace, draped about her lovely throat and above her perfect b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I a.s.sure you, madame, it was not your necklace that held me so enthralled."
She colored delicately, pleased. Lightly, she said, "And that box your man carries with him wherever you go? What is in it?"
"That? A trifle. A gift for the Duke of Muscovy, who is the ultimate object of my journey," Surplus said. "I a.s.sure you, it is of no interest whatsoever."
"You were talking to someone last night," Lady Pamela said. "In your room."
"You were listening at my door? I am astonished and flattered."
She blushed. "No, no, my brother... it is his job, you see, surveillance."
"Possibly I was talking in my sleep. I have been told I do that occasionally."
"In accents? My brother said he heard two voices."
Surplus looked away. "In that, he was mistaken."
England"s queen was a sight to rival any in that ancient land. She was as large as the lorry of ancient legend, and surrounded by attendants who hurried back and forth, fetching food and advice and carrying away dirty plates and signed legislation. From the gallery, she reminded Darger of a queen bee, but unlike the bee, this queen did not copulate, but remained proudly virgin.
Her name was Gloriana the First, and she was a hundred years old and still growing.
Lord Campbell-Supercollider, a friend of Lady Pamela"s met by chance, who had insisted on accompanying them to the gallery, leaned close to Surplus and murmured, "You are impressed, of course, by our queen"s magnificence." The warning in his voice was impossible to miss. "Foreigners invariably are."
"I am dazzled," Surplus said.
"Well might you be. For scattered through her majesty"s great body are thirty-six brains, connected with thick ropes of ganglia in a hypercube configuration. Her processing capacity is the equal of many of the great computers from Utopian times."
Lady Pamela stifled a yawn. "Darling Rory," she said, touching the Lord Campbell-Supercollider"s sleeve. "Duty calls me. Would you be so kind as to show my American friend the way back to the outer circle?"
"Or course, my dear." He and Surplus stood (Darger was, of course, already standing) and paid their compliments. Then, when Lady Pamela was gone and Surplus started to turn toward the exit, "Not that way. Those stairs are for commoners. You and I may leave by the gentlemen"s staircase."
The narrow stairs twisted downward beneath clouds of gilt cherubs-and-airships, and debouched into a marble-floored hallway. Surplus and Darger stepped out of the stairway and found their arms abruptly seized by baboons.
There were five baboons all told, with red uniforms and matching choke collars with leashes that gathered in the hand of an ornately mustached officer whose gold piping identified him as a master of apes. The fifth baboon bared his teeth and hissed savagely.
Instantly, the master of apes yanked back on his leash and said, "There, Hercules! There, sirrah!
What do you do? What do you say?"
The baboon drew himself up and bowed curtly. "Please come with us," he said with difficulty. The master of apes cleared his throat. Sullenly, the baboon added, "Sir."
"This is outrageous!" Surplus cried. "I am a diplomat, and under international law immune to arrest."
"Ordinarily, sir, this is true," said the master of apes courteously. "However, you have entered theinner circle without her majesty"s invitation and are thus subject to stricter standards of security."
"I had no idea these stairs went inward. I was led here by-" Surplus looked about helplessly. Lord Campbell-Supercollider was nowhere to be seen.
So, once again, Surplus and Darger found themselves escorted to the Office of Protocol.
"The wood is teak. Its binomial is Tectonia grandis. Teak is native to Burma, Hind, and Siam. The box is carved elaborately but without refinement." The dwarf savant opened it. "Within the casing is an archaic device for electronic intercommunication. The instrument chip is a gallium-a.r.s.enide ceramic. The chip weighs six ounces. The device is a product of the Utopian end-times."
"A modem!" The protocol officer"s eyes bugged out. "You dared bring a modem into the inner circle and almost into the presence of the queen?" His chair stood and walked around the table. Its six insectile legs looked too slender to carry his great, legless ma.s.s. Yet it moved nimbly and well.
"It is harmless, sir. Merely something our technarchaeologists unearthed and thought would amuse the Duke of Muscovy, who is well known for his love of all things antiquarian. It is, apparently, of some cultural or historical significance, though without re-reading my instructions, I would be hard pressed to tell you what."
Lord Coherence-Hamilton raised his chair so that he loomed over Surplus, looking dangerous and domineering. "Here is the historic significance of your modem: The Utopians filled the world with their computer webs and nets, burying cables and nodes so deeply and plentifully that they shall never be entirely rooted out. They then released into that virtual universe demons and mad G.o.ds. These intelligences destroyed Utopia and almost destroyed humanity as well. Only the valiant worldwide destruction of all modes of interface saved us from annihilation!" He glared.
"Oh, you lackwit! Have you no history? These creatures hate us because our ancestors created them.
They are still alive, though confined to their electronic netherworld, and want only a modem to extend themselves into the physical realm. Can you wonder, then, that the penalty for possessing such a device is-" he smiled menacingly-"death?"
"No, sir, it is not. Possession of a working modem is a mortal crime. This device is harmless. Ask your savant."
"Well?" the big man growled at his dwarf. "Is it functional?"
"No. It-"
"Silence." Lord Coherence-Hamilton turned back to Surplus. "You are a fortunate cur. You will not be charged with any crimes. However, while you are here, I will keep this filthy device locked away and under my control. Is that understood, Sir Bow-Wow?"
Surplus sighed. "Very well," he said. "It is only for a week, after all."
That night, the Lady Pamela Coherence-Hamilton came by Surplus"s room to apologize for the indignity of his arrest, of which, she a.s.sured him, she had just now learned. He invited her in. In short order they somehow found themselves kneeling face-to-face on the bed, unb.u.t.toning each other"s clothing.