Part 13 (1/2)

After about half an hour, the limo pulled into an alley in the outskirts of the downtown business district. It was well past business hours and the area was quiet. It was too early for the after-hours delivery people and only the first scavengers were coming out, to scurry and hunt in the brief time they had before the cops began their evening patrols. The limo stopped halfway through a turn into a parking garage, the nose of the car disappearing into the structure's darkness.

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Laverty's window was transparent, and Kham watched him watching them as they approached.

Kham brought his bike to a halt, but didn't bother to put down the kickstand. He draped his hands over the high-rise handlebars, fingers dangling. The sweat-warmed grips were a warm and comforting presence under his meat wrist, and the pressure sensors from his artificial arm gave him the same positional information. Either hand could reach a firing stud for the Uzi. Kham waited until the catboy's bike rolled up beside him.

”Dodger says you're older den he is.” ”And you believe him, don't you?” ”We know he was born before da Awakening.” ”Do you?” Laverty evaluated them as he spoke. He must have found them convincing, because he went on, ”I can see you believe it, too. All right, then, I will not deny it. Dodger must have told you about spike babies. What else would I be but just an older spike baby?”

”Many things,” Neko said. ”We got a good idea about what your kind can do,” Kham said.

”What about Urdli? Dodger says he's older still,” Neko said.

”He told you that?”

Kham answered the elf with silence, and he was glad that the catboy played along. Let the elf make what he would of their silence. Laverty was playing information control, using innuendo and misdirection as a s.h.i.+eld. Let him have a taste of it himself.

”Very well then. No matter what Dodger told you, and however you react to what I have to say, I can see that you will draw your own conclusions, regardless of the facts.” Laverty sighed softly. ”I am not the oldest of my metatype, certainly. There are and always have been places that are foci of magical energy.

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when the mana is strong, it is stronger in such places. At these places, special magics can sometimes be worked. Urdli is Australian, and Australia has many of these focal points. There are only a few left in Europe, places like Stonehenge and an old crypt in Aachen, but the Pacific Northwest has many, which is why Tir Tairngire is situated where it is, as I am sure you have guessed.”

”Australia and the Northwest are wild places, or at least moderately so. They are places where man has not entirely disturbed the natural state as extensively as. say, in Europe, where he has lived and polluted and worked the land for centuries,” Neko said.

”As you say, the living world is the source of all mana, and mankind has not been kind to the natural world,” Laverty answered solemnly.

”So dere was magic before da Awakening,” Kham said. Laverty spoke in a coy tone. ”The evidence does seem strong, doesn't it?”

”And there are cycles of magic, with this but the latest,” Neko said.

”If you wish to believe in cycles, perhaps you should go talk to Ehran the Scribe. I'm sure he will be happy to expound on the subject. On the other hand, such effort may not be worth your while.”

Ehran? Was Urdli a street name for the Scribe elf? ”He's not da odder elf, is he?” Kham asked suspiciously.

Laverty laughed as his window started to slide up. ”Your small friend knows better than that.” The elf was still smiling as the panel winked to opacity and the car began to roll. The conversation was over.

Kham stared stupidly as the limo pulled the rest of the way into the garage and the roll-down grill slid into place, preventing them from following. What more could he have said or done? Would Laverty have 172.

helped if Kham had asked? He doubted it. For all his friendliness, the red-haired elf was still playing his own game, whatever it was. But Laverty's departure without threats or warnings suggested that he would not interfere should Kham and the others take up arms against the elf who had tried to kill them. Or the whole thing might just be an elven way to set them up.

”Now what?” Neko asked.

”Now we go see about dat fraggin' splinter.”

”Good evening, gentlemen,” the labcoat said when he met them at the back door of the facility. He looked something like a lab rat himself, all pointy nose and white hair and chinless face, but Cog had vouched for his abilities. Besides his price wasn't too bad. He led them inside and down a corridor that smelled of things Kham couldn't identify, but didn't like anyway. When they reached a room full of humming machines, computer workstations, and gla.s.s-fronted cabinets, the labcoat picked up a small gla.s.s vial with the remains of their sample and said, ”I'd like to ask you a lot of questions about where you got this.”

”Ya ain't gettin' paid ta ask questions, just ta answer 'em.”

”No need to get testy. I understand the terms of our agreement. As soon as I can verify the transfer of the rest of the agreed-upon price, I'll answer your questions as best I can.”

Kham thought there was something off about the labcoat. The guy was too edgy. Nevertheless, he agreed to the transfer, watching quietly while the scientist verified it. More credits gone. Kham hoped it was worth it. Letting his impatience show, he asked, ”How old is it?”

The labcoat sat back in his chair and folded his hands in front of him. ”Very.”

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”Dat all ya'got ta say?” Kham was livid. ”You're supposed ta be an expert.”

”No violence!” The labcoat was sweating. ”There are guards within call.”

”Dey ain't gonna be fast enough,” Kham said as he pulled his Uzi. ”You're gonna do better or you'regonna get ventilated.”

Neko spoke from beside him. ”That will not help our position, Kham. There are a lot of guards.”

”Fine by me.”

”But not by me. Perhaps we should let this man tell us more. We certainly have paid for more. I am sure an expert of his caliber has more to tell us.”

Kham grimaced, reluctantly holstering his weapon. ”Suppose so.”

The labcoat looked relieved, but his sweat had stained wide circles under the arms of his labcoat, and he stank. He tried putting a good face on it, though. ”No supposition about my expertise, chummer. But I can't tell you what I don't know. This little sliver of yours is a puzzle.”

”Elucidate,” Neko suggested.

”Yeah,” Kham agreed. ”And tell us everything about it, too.”

The labcoat smiled in a way that told Kham that he'd shown his ignorance and allowed the guy to feel superior again.

”Normally, we can place the age of wood by comparing the pattern of the growth rings with catalogued patterns from trees of known age, but your sample was too small for a dedrochronological a.n.a.lysis. The standard dating technique for organic material is a ra-diometric a.n.a.lysis using carbon 14. It is based on a comparison between the amount of carbon 14 remaining in the sample to the known ratio for living organisms, a fairly constant value. There are some variations in the ratio over time, so there are some correction 174.

factors to be applied, but in general, the method is quite accurate. The a.n.a.lysis was quite simple, but I didn't believe the results at first because the wood seemed so recent.”

”Just what didn't ya believe?”

”All of the carbon 14 has been converted to nitrogen 14.”

”So how old does dat make it?”

”I don't know.”

”Whaddya mean, ya don't know?”

”I can't tell. The carbon 14 method is only good to about fifty thousand years before the present era. In organic materials older than that, all the carbon 14 has been converted, just as in this case. So, without knowing the context or having no other material that might be datable by another method, I cannot tell you how old this wood is.” He held up the small vial and ruefully frowned at it. ”Beyond saying that it is likely more than fifty thousand years old. Perhaps if you gave me more information? Some sample of the sediments in which it was found?”