Part 18 (1/2)

The doctor rummaged through his satchel, avoiding eye-contact with Maskelyne. He appeared to be looking for something, but then changed his mind. He reached down and pressed a hand against the boy's forehead. 'No fever.'

Jontney bit his hand.

Shaw cursed and jerked away, knocking his satchel over. Phials, bandages, clamps and pincers spilled out across the floor. 'And no lack of vitality,' he added, scooping everything back into the case.

The playroom was evidence of that. Great mounds of toys of every shape and colour covered the floor: manatees and cloth jellyfish and boats carved from real wood, soldier dolls and brightly lacquered houses and wagons, clatter-clatters and sponge throws, pyramids,stack-rings,thrumwhistles,bricklets,woof-woofs,huckle-henrys, twistees, wibble-wobbles and a hundred other objects still known by the idiot names the Losotan shopkeepers had given them. The b.a.s.t.a.r.dized vernacular irked Maskelyne, but he bought the toys mountains of them for Jontney. He could not refuse his son anything.

And dragons of course. Most of all Jontney loved his dragons.

'I have a tincture we might try,' Doctor Shaw said, although he looked as doubtful now as he did when he came in. Evidently he could see nothing wrong with the child. 'To calm his riotous airs,' he added with a nod.

'What is in the tincture?' Maskelyne inquired.

The doctor waved his hand. 'Oh, the usual. Kelp and leech-blend and such.'

Maskelyne sighed. 'Very well.'

Doctor Shaw produced a spoon and a medicine bottle from his satchel. He filled the spoon with dark green liquid and, with surprising deftness, manhandled it into the child's mouth. Jontney looked startled. He coughed, and his eyes welled with tears. Then he lifted his small fist. He was holding something s.h.i.+ny.

In that awful moment, Maskelyne saw that it was a scalpel.

Jontney plunged the blade into the doctor's thigh.

The doctor cried out and struck the child with the back of his hand. Jontney reddened and began to wail. Blood was streaming from the doctor's leg, covering the rug, the toys. His face whitened with shock. He clamped his hands over the wound and exclaimed, 'He cut me, he cut cut me.' me.'

Maskelyne just scooped his son up into his arms and carried him out, leaving the doctor fumbling in his satchel for bandages and alcohol.

He found Lucille in the morning parlour. She glanced up at him and smiled, then she saw Jontney, and her smile withered. She stood up.

'Take him,' Maskelyne said.

'What happened?'

'He's fine,' Maskelyne replied. 'Just frightened. I need to take care of the doctor.' He dumped his son into Lucille's arms.

'He's covered in blood.'

'It's not his blood!'

'Ethan!'

But he was already hurrying away. 'I'll be back in a minute,' he called, and slammed the door after him.

On his way back to the playroom he stopped at the armoury.

Racks and cabinets packed with Unmer weapons filled every wall. There were swords of blue and yellow poison-gla.s.s and burning-gla.s.s with wicked amber edges, seeing knives of the type used by Emperor Hu's blind bodyguards, carbine weapons and hand-cannons for launching sorcerous or cursed missiles, devices that drank blood and whispered or screamed spells and Unmer war songs, jewelled dragon harnesses and mirrored armour, black stone armour and platinum runic plate, death vision helmets and torcs and rings of every conceivable warrior's nightmare. Ten score objects sparkled in the gloom, treasures salvaged from drowned battlefields across the world. And every single piece of it exacted some horrible price from the wielder or wearer, what the Unmer would refer to as Balance Balance.

Maskelyne opened a mahogany box full of silver pins, each with a crystal head of a different colour. He s.h.i.+fted through them carefully, selected one and held it up. A faint blue light shone from the tiny translucent sphere. He listened to the crystal for a moment and s.h.i.+vered.

Suitable payment.

Doctor Shaw was still in the playroom. He had bound his thigh with bandages and was in the process of easing his breeches back on over his wound. He looked up nervously when Maskelyne entered. 'A high-spirited lad,' he said. 'I'm afraid I should have kept a more careful eye on my satchel.'

'Indeed, you should have,' Maskelyne said.

The doctor's throat bobbed. He moistened his lips. 'Give him a spoonful of medicine a day for seven days. That ought to sort him out.'

Maskelyne produced the pin with a flourish. 'Your payment, sir.'

'No payment necessary,' the doctor said.

'But I insist,' Maskelyne replied. 'Do you know what this is?'

'I'm not much of a collector, Mr Maskelyne.'

'It's an alchemist's pin. Would you like to see how it works?'

The doctor looked uncertain.

Maskelyne approached him and held the pin over the doctor's wounded thigh. It began to thrum in his hand. The crystal head changed from blue to gold and then finally began to glow white. 'The Unmer used these to sterilize wounds,' he explained.

The doctor frowned. He gazed at his wound for a long moment, then touched the bandages tentatively. 'That's . . . extraordinary,' he said. 'The pain has gone.'

'Now watch.' Maskelyne pushed the pin straight into the doctor's leg.

Doctor Shaw flinched and began to protest, but then he stopped. 'I feel nothing at all,' he said.

Maskelyne nodded. 'That's because the nerves are dead.'

'What do you mean?'

'Can't you feel the numbness spreading along your leg?'

The doctor looked suddenly worried. He pinched the pin between his thumb and forefinger and tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't budge. A look of desperation came into his eyes. 'What is it doing to me?'

Maskelyne smiled. 'These pins were the precursors to ichusae sorcery,' he said. 'They change one substance into another substance. Brine changes flesh into sharkskin. An alchemist's pin is far less subtle. It alters the minerals in your blood.'

'What?' The doctor seized the pin head and pulled with all his strength, but it remained firmly embedded in place. A strange cracking sound came from his leg. He gave a short yelp. 'What substance? What's happening to me?'

'Are you familiar with starfish, Doctor?'

The doctor's eyes were wild.

'When one severs the limb of a starfish,' Maskelyne said, 'it simply grows a new one. But the interesting thing is that the severed limb grows into a new starfish. Now, are those two starfish different organisms, or are they actually the same creature?'

'What?'