Part 13 (1/2)

'They're always always listening,' Petri insisted. listening,' Petri insisted.

Che closed the door and took a deep breath. 'How long since you slept, if I might ask?'

'Four days. I ... If I sleep, they might ...' The woman shuddered. 'I don't want to sleep.'

'Where's Master where's Kadro?' I need to break myself of that habit as quickly as possible I need to break myself of that habit as quickly as possible.

'He's disappeared!' Petri almost wailed, surely loud enough for any servants outside to hear whether they wanted to or not. 'He was investigating the city ... he had found something, their great secret. He told me as much, and then, and then ... gone. Just vanished.'

'What was this secret?'

'He didn't tell me that that, just that he was so close that he knew where to go.'

Che took a chair and sat down across from her. 'What sort of investigations was he making? Where did he go?'

'He went everywhere at night, mostly. You know how Fly-kinden can see in the dark. He would copy down inscriptions from the oldest buildings. He went into the desert once, too, to see some ruins out there. Or he would go out beyond the gates to the Marsh Alcaia the black market. He was always asking questions, piecing things together.'

Che put a hand up to stop her. 'It sounds ... forgive me for saying this, but it sounds as though Kadro was fond of dangerous places.'

'He knew what he was doing!' Petri snapped back, then put a hand over her mouth, horrified. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' she said after a moment.

'But did you tell our hosts that he was missing?' Che pressed her. 'Did they look for him?'

'They know! know!' Petri insisted. 'They did it. They took him, because he found out something. They made him vanish.'

But can you prove it? Looking at this shaking woman, Che knew the answer already. In this state, Petri Coggen was of no use to anyone. Looking at this shaking woman, Che knew the answer already. In this state, Petri Coggen was of no use to anyone.

'You think I'm mad, don't you?' Petri visibly sagged. 'You don't believe me.'

Che studied her and saw haggard exhaustion, hysteria, but not madness. 'Something has clearly happened to Kadro, so I will need to meet the local leaders. I'll ask them about him and see how they react. How would I get an audience with the Masters of Khanaphes or will they send for me?'

Petri laughed out loud, a wretched and unexpected sound. 'You can't,' she said bitterly. 'You can't. And if they send for you ...' She laughed again from pure despair. 'Kadro wanted to meet the Masters, after we came here. Everyone talks about them. They have ceremonies, to give them thanks. But whoever sees the Masters? Kadro thought they were a myth. He thought that was the whole secret ...'

'But who runs the city?'

'You've already met him.' She stifled another strained laugh. 'Ethmet.'

'What, that ...?'

'That nice old man? That was what you were going to say, weren't you?' Petri chewed at her lip, which was already ragged from it. 'The First Minister rules Khanaphes. He says he's only a servant of the Masters, and that the Ministers know everything, see everything. There are palaces and halls in which the Ministers are supposed to serve the Masters, but Kadro was sure they were empty. It's Ethmet, telling everyone the lie.'

'I can see why it might be dangerous to find out the truth of that,' Che said slowly. 'Although I can't see how you could really keep that fact secret from a whole city.'

Petri collapsed back on the bed with a groan. 'You won't let them take me?' she pleaded.

'Nothing's going to happen to you, now that we're here,' Che a.s.sured her. 'You're not alone any more.' She saw Petri's shoulders shake, realized that the woman was barely stifling an outburst of sobs. Whatever the truth, something happened here Whatever the truth, something happened here. On the heels of that came a more selfish thought: I hope she recovers soon. We need to learn what she knows I hope she recovers soon. We need to learn what she knows. Che was ashamed of it but that made it no less true. She went to the door as quietly as she could, prompted by the sudden, irrational feeling that there was a servant there, silent and listening, just a moment before. That way madness lies That way madness lies, she decided.

From the bed Petri began murmuring, just a noise at first, then becoming words. 'But when he had done his researches ...' she said, though Che could barely catch it. 'When he had gone into the desert, and spoken to the Marsh people, Kadro started doubting it all. At the end, just before he vanished, he was talking as though there was another secret inside the secret ... as though he had begun to believe in the Masters after all.'

Che stood there waiting for a long time, but there was no more. At long last, sleep had found Petri Coggen.

Beyond the windows the city of Khanaphes bustled, bright with suns.h.i.+ne, busy with the simple industry of its people, and happily concealed under the mask of its own innocence.

'I hope I get used to them soon,' Berjek grumbled. 'It's all very decadent having them around, but ...' He shook his head. The grand entrance hall to the makes.h.i.+ft Collegiate emba.s.sy was opulently decorated: with wall friezes depicting scenes of hunting and farming; with twin statues of Khanaphir soldiers cast in bronze; with those countless pictograms carved in their eternal lines. Mostly, however, it was decorated with servants. Standing halfway up the broad marble-faced staircase, Berjek could see a good dozen of them going through the never-ending business of keeping the edifice spotless. One was even retouching tiny chips in the friezes.

'I know what you mean,' Praeda Rakespear said. 'I woke up in the middle of the night and thought we were being robbed. They never seem to stop working.'

'I like it.' Manny smirked at them. 'I could live here. It's like being in the Spiderlands without having the Spider-kinden.' From sounds heard last night, Che guessed he had enticed one of the female servants into a different kind of service. She also suspected the woman had simply seen that as part of her duty.

'Remember this is just because we're honoured guests,' she reminded him. 'The common people of Khanaphes don't live like this.'

'I've never been common anywhere I went,' Manny replied airily.

She shook her head, about to make some suitable remark, when a servant stopped on the stairs beside her and straightened Che's robe, tugging the creases and folds expertly into place as though the girl had been born in Collegium. Che was left with her mouth open, the words evaporating. Manny cackled.

'You're happy to stay here on your own?' she eventually asked Berjek. 'Only, I promised-'

'Madam Coggen, yes,' Berjek finished for her. 'I was never one for gatherings, whether formal or informal. In fact I became a scholar of dead ages just to avoid the onerous ch.o.r.e of talking to the living. Go and suffer it, by all means. I would rather stay here and make notes about the wall-hangings.'

'And make sure to look in on Petri, every so often,' Che reminded him. 'And check that the servants don't ... bother her.'

'And that, yes. Now go. Our hosts will be waiting for you.' There was a hint of a smile on his face and, inwardly, Che thanked him for being reliable.

The messenger the Ministers had sent to them was still waiting patiently by the door, and had done so for an hour as the academics changed into their formal robes. When they descended the stairs, Che, Manny and Praeda, they looked every bit the proper representatives of the Great College of the most enlightened city in the world. Skipping after them, half walking and half gliding down the stairs, came Trallo, whose baggy Solarnese whites provided a close enough match to their finery.

There was abruptly a Vekken at the foot of the steps, waiting for them. Che had a.s.sumed they would not be interested in a formal reception and, in truth, had not taken many steps to let them know about it. Still, here was one of them, which one she could not discern. At first she was going to remonstrate, or try to, since he was dressed in full armour, chainmail hauberk hanging to his knees and sword belted to his hip. But why not? We wear the dress of Collegium. He dresses as an Ant. Let our hosts judge for themselves But why not? We wear the dress of Collegium. He dresses as an Ant. Let our hosts judge for themselves.

'Are you ready?' she asked him. In that strangely nervous moment, with the mystery of unknown Khanaphes waiting just beyond the door, she almost felt like offering the grimfaced Ant her arm. He would not have known what to do with it, she thought glumly would probably mistake it for an attack.

He nodded curtly. No doubt the other one would be lurking about the emba.s.sy somewhere, receiving reports or making notes.

The messenger was a woman, although it was difficult to tell with these locals. The females' off-shoulder tunics were cut slightly differently, so as to hide both b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and it was the garments, more than the facial features, that distinguished one gender from the other. Che sensed it was not so much a close kins.h.i.+p, as with the Ants, but simply a willingness to be interchangeable.

But what do I know about it? Che reproached herself. Che reproached herself. I'm just being an ignorant foreigner I'm just being an ignorant foreigner.

She led the way, after the messenger, towards the grand arch at the far side of the Place of Foreigners. Behind her she heard the others following her: Manny's slightly laboured breath and the faint clink of Vekken armour. As the messenger darted ahead, through the archway, Che followed, and stopped.

'Oh,' she remembered saying. Just that and no more. The others backed up behind her, but at that moment she didn't care.

The square beyond was twice the size, and the buildings lining it correspondingly grander, great facades rising four, five storeys, ranked with pillars in the shape of horsetails or scaled cycads, or of battle scenes where the faces of square columns continued the scene that unfolded on the wall behind them, so that the figures as the watcher pa.s.sed moved behind one another, locked in their endless combat. Everywhere torches were lit, making a whole constellation out of each majestic facade. Che stepped forward with eyes wide, oblivious to most of the pageantry and seeing only what lay straight before her.

It was a stepped pyramid that took up most of the square's centre, and rose thirty feet to an oddly squared-off apex. But there were figures up there, great s.h.i.+ning figures, and Che rushed forward to stare up at them. For a moment she felt their heavy regard, their cool amus.e.m.e.nt at this plain foreign girl who dared invade their presence.

She fell to one knee. She had no choice. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I'm all I have. I'm sorry.'

'Cheerwell ... Madam Maker!' It was Praeda's voice, and Trallo's small hand was busy plucking at her robe. She blinked, looked back towards them, then was staring up again.