Part 54 (1/2)

He roused her in the night. Irisis was lying awake, biting the ends of her fingers. 'We'd better talk about how we're going to do this,' he said.

'You talk! I don't have any ideas and I'm so scared I can't think of anything but which horrible way I'm going to die.'

'There is a way.'

'Good. You can do it. I'm taking my toys and going home.'

He laughed.

'I mean it, scrutator. Everyone has their breaking point and I've reached mine. I can't do this. I'm blind blind, in case you hadn't noticed.'

'We have to. The war depends on it.'

'Would you like to know something?'

'What?'

'I don't give a slussk slussk about the war. I've had enough. If we are all to be eaten by the lyrinx, so be it. I don't see that they're any worse than you scrutators and the world you've created, with its breeding factories and Examinations, and its rules for every d.a.m.ned thing. This isn't life, it's misery and I just want it to end. I don't care any more, scrutator!' about the war. I've had enough. If we are all to be eaten by the lyrinx, so be it. I don't see that they're any worse than you scrutators and the world you've created, with its breeding factories and Examinations, and its rules for every d.a.m.ned thing. This isn't life, it's misery and I just want it to end. I don't care any more, scrutator!'

He went away and she did not see him for another hour. 'We're not going to the manufactory,' he said. 'At least, not straight away.'

'You've seen some sense, then.'

'No, you've convinced me that I can't rely on you any more and I've got to find another way.'

He went out again. Irisis could not speak, for his words had carved right through her fit of self-pity. She'd let him down. It was the worst thing anyone had ever said to her.

She felt her way through the cabin and out to the open deck, along the rope rails. The rotor was whirring gently. She went up to the stern and his hand she recognised it by feel caught her arm.

'If you keep going you'll be over the side,' he said gruffly, 'and what use will that be to me, eh?'

'I'm sorry.' She felt her way to his chest and pressed herself against him. His arms went around her. 'I'm just not as strong as you, Xervish.'

'I'm not as strong as you think.'

'How are we going to do this?'

'Well, I wasn't planning to land at the front gate and ask Jal-Nish to let me in. What ideas do you you have?' have?'

She pondered for a while. 'What about the old entrance, through the other mine?'

'I believe that's been blocked up.'

She turned her face into the breeze from the rotor. Yellow hair streamed out behind her. 'There are higher entrances, but all would be guarded, and we would still have to go down by the lifts.'

'The guards probably aren't as vigilant as the ones on the main adit.'

'And it would be easier to use some form of deception underground,' she supposed.

'I'll give the order.' He went up toward the pilot.

She did not feel any better. Maybe that was all the planning the scrutator required but Irisis liked everything organised to the tiniest detail, with a variety of contingency plans for when things went wrong. That was how she had survived so long.

The air-floater dropped the two of them on the top of the range, over the hill out of sight of the manufactory and the main adit, just before dawn. It was just the two of them, Irisis and Flydd. They dared take no others into the cramped tunnels.

They hid in an abandoned tunnel all day, and as darkness fell made their way down the hill toward the higher entrance, which was blocked off by a barred gate. The clankers had gone through the mountain that way, in their pursuit of Tiaan last autumn. They eluded the solitary guard and got inside without difficulty, through some magic of Flydd's that he did not explain. These tunnels had been worked out more than a century ago but a decline still led down to the lower mine. They reached the first level without incident. Now their troubles would start; the only way to the lower levels was via the rope lift, which would be guarded.

'You'd think they'd clean up this mess,' Flydd said, after Irisis had stumbled over a tattered length of lift rope, followed by a wooden barrow with a broken wheel. Inside it lay several ragged, greasy miner's ap.r.o.ns.

'Miners don't care about mess.'

'Stop!' he hissed. 'The lift is just around the corner.' He crept forward, then returned to her side. 'The guards are on alert.'

'Well, you're a mancer aren't you?'

'I can't knock them out, else Jal-Nish will soon know we're down there. Our work is going to take hours.'

'Can't you do illusions?'

'It's not a branch of the Art I've ever been much good at.'

'Great!' she said. 'Well, what about a diversion?'

'What did you have in mind?'

'The soldiers would be afraid of fire, down here.'

'So am I.'

'A small small fire. Lots of smoke.' fire. Lots of smoke.'

'The miners will come rus.h.i.+ng up. We won't be able to get down in the lift.'

'I don't think the mine's working at the moment,' she said. 'I can't hear anything.'

'All right. I know just the thing. Come this way.' He set fire to the greasy ap.r.o.ns with his lantern, then piled the rope into the barrow, holding up the strands until they caught.

'I'm worried this will seem suspicious,' said Irisis.

'Oily cloth can catch fire by itself.'

They approached the lift from another direction and waited. Oily smoke began to drift down the tunnel. The leading guard caught a whiff, screamed 'Fire!' and ran for the entrance. Two others followed.

'I think that's all of them,' said Flydd after an interval.

'Seems a bit too easy to me.'