Part 4 (1/2)

Three big stevedores worked to unload the vessel. Two of them dragged a pair of hooked chains down the blood-soaked loading ramp below the winch and disappeared with them into the darkness of the s.h.i.+p's hold. After a moment, one of them called out, 'Pull.'

The third man had remained at the winch. He clanked a lever forward, whereupon the chains tightened and then slowly began to reel back onto a huge spool. As Granger watched, the carca.s.s of a dragon emerged from the s.h.i.+p's hold. It was a common red from the Sea of Kings, about eighty feet from snout to tail-tip. The chain hooks had been rammed into the flesh between the scales at the nape of its neck. Its crumpled wings sc.r.a.ped over the b.l.o.o.d.y concrete as the chain dragged it up the ramp towards the huge factory doorway. The stevedores emerged from the s.h.i.+p again, following a few yards behind. The dragon was still bleeding out from a harpoon wound in its chest. At the top of the ramp, the third man stopped the winch. His two comrades unhooked the carca.s.s from one set of chains and hooked it up to another pair fixed to the conveyor system above.

'That's Davy,' Creedy said, pointing to a fourth man who had just appeared through the factory doorway. He was a lean, hard-faced fellow, draped in b.l.o.o.d.y oilskins. A cheroot hung from the corner of his mouth. He carried a head-spade like a staff. He glanced at the carca.s.s, then pulled a lever on the wall behind.

Another clunk clunk, and the dragon carca.s.s rose from the concrete floor, pulled up onto the overhead conveyor system by hooks in its neck and in the base of its tail. When it was fully off the ground, Davy halted the mechanism and then threw another switch.

The conveyor gave a jerk, a rattle, and then rumbled forward, carrying the suspended carca.s.s through the whale-hide doorway.

'Davy!' Creedy called.

The hard-faced man looked up. He frowned and then jerked his head over his shoulder. And then he disappeared back through the doorway into the factory.

'Come on,' Creedy said.

Granger and the others followed the sergeant along the edge of the loading ramp, while the two stevedores below returned the chains to the s.h.i.+p to hook up another carca.s.s. Creedy pushed through the whaleskin flaps covering the conveyor doorway.

Davy was waiting for them on the other side. He glared at Creedy and growled, 'I said two.'

They were in an enormous butchering hall, where dozens of dragon carca.s.ses trundled along the overhead conveyor system. Workers slewed off scales with head-spades and opened bellies to spill out guts and hacked off wings and flesh with heavy machetes. White bones glistened among red meat. Blood ran in runnels across the floor and collected in frothing channels. The smell and heat was overpowering.

'Two, five, what's the difference?' Creedy said.

'The difference is, I only got two suits,' Davy replied. 'The price was for two. We already agreed that.'

Granger stepped between them. 'What does he mean?' he said to Creedy. 'The arrangement was for all five of us.'

Creedy looked at the ground. 'You couldn't afford five,' he said. 'Those suits aren't cheap.'

Granger took a deep breath. 'What did you think was going to happen when we got here?'

Creedy shrugged. 'I dunno,' he said. 'Maybe whaleskins. h.e.l.l, what was I supposed to say? I thought you'd figure something out. You always figure something out.'

Davy laughed. 'Whaleskins? You'll be dead in a day.'

Granger turned to him. 'Show me.'

He led them through the butchering hall and through a set of hangar doors into a cold room. Here, lying among blocks of ice, was an enormous green dragon. It was twice the size of the reds. Its mouth had been propped open with a head-spade, revealing the pink tunnel of its throat. One of its eyes stared gla.s.sily at the ceiling, the other had been mangled into red pulp. On the floor beside it lay two bulky bra.s.s diving suits. They looked perilously old and rotten.

'You were lucky,' Davy said. 'We've not seen a monster like this in months.' He rested a hand on the dragon's snout. 'She sank two s.h.i.+ps, dragged them straight to the bottom, before the third put a harpoon through her eye.'

Banks blew through his teeth. 'That is one phenomenally ugly b.i.t.c.h,' he said. 'She reminds me of someone.' He looked over at Creedy. 'Can't think who, though.'

Creedy gave him a grim smile.

'You aren't gonna survive in there without a suit,' Davy said. 'Not all the way to Ethugra, anyways. These greens have guts like acid. Burn a man alive.'

'Can you get more suits?' Granger said.

Davy snorted. 'Tonight?' He stared at the dragon for a long moment. 'Maybe for sixteen thousand, I can get one.'

'I don't have that sort of money.'

'Then you're screwed, aren't you? s.h.i.+p sails at dawn.'

Banks stepped up to Granger. 'You and Creedy go,' he said. 'We'll follow when we can.'

Granger shook his head.

'Creedy knows Ethugra,' Banks said. 'You'll need him once you get there.'

'Makes sense to me,' Creedy said.

'No,' Granger insisted. 'I'm not leaving anyone behind. Banks and Swan can use the diving suits. The rest of us will have to wrap up in whaleskins. Once the carca.s.s is aboard, we'll climb out and look for another place to hide.'

Creedy grunted. 'It's a G.o.dd.a.m.n prison s.h.i.+p. Where you going to hide?'

'We'll deal with that problem when we have to,' Granger said.

'The sergeant's right for once,' Swan said. 'We wouldn't stand a chance on a s.h.i.+p like that, not outside that big green b.a.s.t.a.r.d. You and Creedy take the suits.' He sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. 'To be honest, I never much liked the idea of Ethugra anyway.'

'Absolute s.h.i.+t-hole,' Tummel agreed. 'Too many jailers and not enough publicans.'

'Gambling's illegal in Ethugra,' Swan muttered.

'Everything's illegal in Ethugra,' Tummel said.

Banks nodded. 'We'll take our chances here.'

Creedy had already chosen the better of the two diving suits and began to pull it on.

Granger wouldn't have ordered them to obey him if he still had the power to do so. They were his men the last and best of his men but more than that, they were their own men. He couldn't order them, but he didn't have to abandon them either. 'I'm staying here,' he said. 'One of you can have that suit.'

'I don't think you understand, sir,' Banks said. 'If you don't go, the suit stays empty.' He glanced over at Swan and Tummel, and then the three of them turned around and walked away.

Banks looked back once over his shoulder. 'Tell Creedy we're going to find the trover's stash.'

The sergeant had lifted the heavy bra.s.s helmet onto his shoulders, but hadn't yet clamped it down. 'Son of a b.i.t.c.h,' he muttered, his voice m.u.f.fled by the c.u.mbersome headpiece. 'Just our luck if the b.a.s.t.a.r.d finds it.'

'The suit filters will take worst of the brine out of the air,' Davy said, 'and there's a jerry can of water already in there. Don't take off your helmets except when you need to drink. And for G.o.d's sake, don't damage the dragon. It's going to a collector.' He glanced between the two men. 'That's it, except for the money.'

Granger pulled out a wad of gilders from his kitbag and gave it to Davy. It was everything he had. Then he gathered up the other diving suit and began to clamber inside it. Creedy snapped down the last of his helmet clamps and peered out through the circular window at his own gloved hands. 'How do I take a p.i.s.s?' he said.

'The usual way,' Davy said. 'Good luck.'

Creedy got on his hands and knees and crawled inside the dragon's mouth. After a moment, he called back, 'Holy s.h.i.+t, Colonel, you'll never guess what this thing has eaten.'