Part 6 (1/2)

*Oh, that's just great. How are we supposed to get to the Aad without a licence? Are you telling me to break the law and steal a heavy lifter?'

*I'm not telling you that. A licence you will have. His licence.' One k.n.o.bbled finger pointed at Skender.

*Mine?' he said, alarmed by the high-pitched voice he heard coming from his own mouth. *But I don't know the first thing about flying!'

*Then you had better start studying. The paperwork will arrive tomorrow morning. And be warned: the guards on the heavy lifter hangars have been tripled. Don't even consider trying to steal one.'

*But -' The thought of being suspended over thin air by a sheet of canvas and a set of unreliable charms made Skender's head spin. He glanced again at Chu, prepared to argue the point that giving him a licence was as useless as giving them none at all - but her expression was furious, and it appeared to be directed at him as much as at the Magister.

*You can thank me later.' The Magister settled back into her seat with a smug expression. *Leave, now. My generosity is quite exhausted.'

Chu turned on her heel and stalked out of the room. Skender, left standing on his own, froze for a moment before executing a short bow and hurriedly following. The door slammed shut behind them, cutting off the beginnings of an amused chuckle from the ruler of Laure.

He caught up with Chu outside. Grabbing her arm, he spun her around.

*I'm sorry,' he began.

*You're sorry? Great. That makes me feel a whole lot better.'

*It's not my fault!'

*Well, it's not mine either.' She spat into the gutter. *I should never have expected that b.i.t.c.h to help me.'

*But she has,' Skender protested. *Hasn't she? She's letting you fix your wing for free.'

*A fat lot of good a wing will be if I'm not allowed to fly it.'

*One step at a time, Chu. You can't have everything at once!'

*Why the h.e.l.l not?' She turned and stalked away, a palpable wave of gloom travelling with her.

*Does that mean our deal is off?'

She didn't answer. Skender let her go. There was no point pus.h.i.+ng her, although he hated the thought of ending it like that. If she didn't come around, he supposed he would just have to find another way past the problem.

With the beginnings of a headache throbbing in his temples, Skender waited until Chu was out of sight before retracing the route back to the tavern. In the hostel that was his temporary home, he climbed under the mosquito net and tried to sleep. He wasn't strong enough in the Change to reach out and touch his father's mind, but part of him wished strongly that he could. In a city full of strangers and their unfamiliar ways, he felt very alone and very much at the mercy of those around him, all of whom had their own games to play. The quest to rescue his mother had taken some surprising twists and turns, and he still didn't know how close he was to achieving that end. If Chu didn't reappear the following morning, he would be right back where he started.

The Wake.

*The occurrence of wild talents is undeniably rising in all parts of the Strand. Ordinarily, one instance a century would be remarkable. Records indicate that three have emerged in the last fifty years alone. Of those three, the first spontaneously combusted while swimming in a Ruin water tank; the second overreached even her considerable talent and was consumed by a golem; the third remains at large, a threat to everyone around him. The reasons behind the increase are presently unknown.'

REPORT ON ANOMALOUS PHENOMENA.

YEAR FOUR OF THE ALCAIDE DRAGAN BRAHAM.

F.

or s.h.i.+lly, the journey was both a respite and a ch.o.r.e. The old north road from Fundelry to Gliem was rutted and full of detours, so their progress was slow at first. They drove in s.h.i.+fts, two awake while one slept, stopping only when they needed to refuel or top up water. Once they hit the paved stretch leading to Kittle, their pace improved dramatically. Landscape flew by, becoming browner and hillier as they headed inland. The feeling that she was leaving her home was strong, but she wasn't as panic-stricken as she had been years before. Then, she had had very little say in the matter; now she was coming because she wanted to. Rus.h.i.+ng headlong to someone's aid felt very different to running away.

That feeling sustained her when they reached Kittle. Instead of continuing north as they had on that previous journey, following the Old Line into the hills, they turned east along an ancient thoroughfare that snaked as wide and flat as a giant serpent's skin across the undulating landscape. Skirting foothills that never truly amounted to much, through low scrub and abandoned pastureland, the road took them the five hundred kilometres to Moombin, directly north of the Haunted City. There they paused to rest. Tom's rank saw them well looked after by local merchants. In exchange for repairing a seized-up tractor, he earned them a hearty meal and an offer of accommodation. Although grateful for the latter - s.h.i.+lly could easily have been tempted - they opted to press on.

From Moombin, the road continued east for another three hundred kilometres before angling gradually northwards. They pa.s.sed four horse-drawn caravans and one trader from the Interior, her camels loping steadily behind her with heads held high. Apart from that, the old roads were empty. The second night fell in a wash of rich red. Cloudless, the sky melted into a star field as rich and varied as any she had ever seen. With her hands on the wheel and her attention firmly ahead, she tracked the moon's steady progress across the heavens. The buggy's headlights sent yellow, dancing light across the road ahead of them. Beside her, in the forward pa.s.senger seat, Sal maintained a watch for any animals that might cross their path. He held her stick across his lap, tracing its charms with his fingertips. Tom sprawled across the back seats, dead to the world.

Sal kept her awake by singing songs he had picked up during his travels as a child. She didn't understand the words to all of them; many dealt with notions and quests quite at odds with her experience. Ghosts of dead people, G.o.ds, angels, other worlds - they were kids' stories, not to be taken seriously. She liked the songs with rolling rhythms and lyrics that made her want to put her foot down harder on the accelerator.

*”Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,”

The shadow replied - ”If you seek for Eldorado!”*

She handed the wheel to Sal when her stiff leg could no longer work the brakes. Sleep came to her in fits and starts as they bounced along the weatherworn tarmac; her dreams were of storm-tossed fis.h.i.+ng boats and giant, purring cats. Every time she awoke, the relentless throbbing of the engine had numbed a new part of her. The Change sparked along the buggy's many wires and cylinders, just centimetres from where she lay. The principles by which it worked were familiar in theory and mysterious in practice. The engine ran on alcohol fuel, but not just by burning it. It needed the Change as well as fire. Mages and Wardens had been trying and failing to store the Change for centuries - since being static ran against its nature - but alcohol made from organic material, when combusted, did change, and the essence, the so-called chimerical energy, of that reaction when bled off via pipes and wires to engines could be turned into mechanical force.

Loudly.

When Sal stopped two hours before midnight to relieve himself and to give Tom the wheel, her head hummed like a gong in the blessed silence.

*How much further?' she asked, hugging herself to keep the chill of the wind at bay and stamping her feet to restore their circulation.

*That depends on how far the search party has progressed,' said Tom. His focused gaze alighted on her, then slid away into the night. *At the speed they were travelling, they should be about an hour or so from here.'

*I don't think I can sleep any more. Do you want me to drive?'

Tom shook his head. *There are Broken Lands ahead. I'd rather be behind the wheel for them, if you don't mind.'

*Not at all.' She had vague but deeply imprinted memories of bouncing through a different patch of Broken Lands on the way to the Interior, after the accident that had left her thigh shattered. The leg had been strapped and splinted, her mind fogged by powerful painkilling tablets. *That's a job I'm happy to leave to you.'

Sal returned from the darkness as wind moaned softly through the endless scrub. *Spooky,' he said. *What would happen if the Homunculus got away from the search party and found us here?'

*That would depend on its nature,' said Tom. *Why Highson made it, and for what purpose.'

*Or for whom.''

An artificial creature designed to house a disembodied mind, Tom had said, like a ghost or a golem. What exactly had Highson summoned, and why?

*We'd better just hope,' s.h.i.+lly said, *that it's not in a bad mood if we come across it.'

The feeling that they were finally closing in on the search party kept all three of them awake as the landscape became ragged and disjointed around them. The road turned back eastward and became increasingly unreliable, and their pace slowed as a result. The road disappeared completely on occasions, giving way to wide stretches of sand, naked stone or gravel, only to reappear some tens of metres on. Wheel ruts or milestones marked the long, empty stretches, evidence that the road was still used, despite its patchwork nature.

They came to a T-junction and turned right along a south-southeast heading.

*Is this the right direction?' asked s.h.i.+lly from the front pa.s.senger seat.

*There's a north turn fifty kilometres ahead,' said Tom, his eyes fixed forward as he navigated the irregular terrain. *If we haven't come across anything by the time we reach it, we'll stop there and wait for dawn.'

*Sounds good to me,' said s.h.i.+lly. All thoughts of sleep were completely banished as the eerie thrall of the Broken Lands took a strong hold on her. The temperature seemed to drop even further.

Sal leaned forward from the back seat, perching between s.h.i.+lly and Tom with an elbow resting on each of their seats. His eyes scanned the Broken Lands ahead of them.