Part 5 (1/2)
”The tunnel ends above the locomotor road, up ahead,” said Ebbitt. ”We have to drop into one of the locomotor buckets, which will carry us along to a point where we can go by steam. Some of us, anyway.”
”What is a locomotor and what is one of their buckets?” asked Milla.
Ebbitt didn't reply, but he gestured Milla to come forward and join him. Together, they walked slowly forward. The light from their Sunstones lit the way ahead, the tunnel walls giving way to a much larger open s.p.a.ce where their light could only partly banish the darkness.
The tunnel ended at a cliff partway up the side of a large cavern. Below them, on the floor of the cavern, was a strange path that led into the darkness, a path that was marked by three metal lines, each about a stretch apart.
Something moved out of the darkness, something about the size of a juvenile Selski. It took Milla only a moment to recognize that it was not a living thing, but the source of the hammering sound. It was just a box of metal, open at the top, balanced on a platform that had two big wheels running on the outside metal lines. There were also little toothed wheels at each end, clacking along on the metal line in the middle.
”A locomotor bucket,” explained Ebbitt. ”The locomotor is at the back. It pushes the buckets around on those metal lines, which are called rails. There are many locomotors, each one pus.h.i.+ng ten buckets. They come out of the darkness below, rise to where we want to go, and then disappear down into the darkness again.”
Milla kept staring as more and more of the wheeled boxes Ebbitt called buckets came into view.
As he'd said, there were ten, all of them pushed along by the strange locomotor. Unlike the buckets, the locomotor appeared to be at least partially alive, a thing of strangely pulsing gray flesh that sat on the same kind of wheeled platform. The blob of flesh had powerful arms, each as long as a grown Icecarl, that turned the wheels. But there was no skin covering these limbs. Milla could see the muscles tensing and relaxing, and the sheen of bone.
”Line up along here,” Ebbitt instructed. ”When an empty bucket is beneath us, we just jump down.”
”Where do we get out?” asked Milla. She had a vision of the strange locomotor pus.h.i.+ng them somewhere they didn't want to go, deep beneath the Castle.
”There is a place ahead where the line steepens and the locomotors stop to gather their strength,” explained Ebbitt. ”We jump out there, right next to an Underfolk pa.s.sage that goes to a steam riser and also out to Red Five.”
”Where does the locomotor go after that?” Ebbitt shrugged. ”Down again,” he said. ”I don't know where. One day I'll find out.”
The first bucket drew level with them as Ebbitt finished speaking. It was traveling not much faster than a walk, and was only four or five stretches below.
An easy jump for an Icecarl. Even Graile, aided by her Spiritshadow, could do it, Milla thought.
”Everyone line up along the edge here,” ordered Milla. ”We'll jump in the last two buckets.”
”No, not the last two,” interrupted Ebbitt. ”Stay at least one bucket away from the locomotor.”
Milla looked at him.
”It has extra arms as well as the ones that turn the wheels,” said Ebbitt. ”And somewhere under all that flesh, I believe there is a mouth.”
Milla wasn't sure whether to believe him, but it was better to err on the side of safety.
”You have done this before, haven't you?” she asked.
Ebbitt smiled.
”Get ready to jump,” said Saylsen, who had kept her eye on the buckets and was timing their pa.s.sage. ”Avoid the last bucket, as instructed.”
”You have, haven't you?” Milla asked again. Ebbitt kept smiling, but made no move to answer. ”Jump!” Saylsen shouted.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
Tal climbed wearily out of the hatch and fell onto the kitchen floor. It had been a longer climb than he could have imagined, much farther than when he had climbed the Red Tower. His hands were raw, blood mixing with the grit, and one shoulder was caked in the foul-smelling residue that had come flying down the shaft when they were about halfway up. Fortunately it had been cold.
Crow was sitting close by, his face pale, obviously even more worn out than Tal. Adras was sliding across the ceiling, trying to get as far away from the odorous slopdown as he could.
Unlike the kitchen they'd left so far below, this one was still in use. Fires burned under many pots, and there were even some old Sunstone-powered hot plates that glowed yellow and red with permanent heat. A breeze constantly blew through the kitchen, taking smoke and cooking smells up into holes in the ceiling. There were benches laden with fresh ingredients being prepared by Underfolk cooks. Tal saw belish root, cave fish, shrimps, orange and red yaribles, blue mushrooms, and more--enough to make him remember he was hungry.
All the Underfolk were gathered at the far end of the kitchen, clearly scared by these garbage-encrusted intruders who had emerged from the slopdown hatch. Tal raised his Sunstone and it flashed Violet. Instantly, they all turned back to their allotted tasks, ignoring the unexpected arrivals.
”A flash of light and they know who's master,” whispered Crow. But he said it without the anger that would have been there before. He just sounded sad.
Tal looked at the stacked crockery on one of the nearer benches. It was all of violet-colored crystal, confirming that this was indeed a kitchen on one of the Violet levels.
”Where do we go from here?” asked Crow. ”How do we get into the Violet Tower? I hope we don't have to climb the outside of it.”
”I'm not sure,” Tal admitted. He knew very little about the Violet Tower. He remembered being taught that it was much larger and higher than the other six. But he didn't remember much else. He had seen the topmost part of it briefly from the Red Tower, but it had been the farthest away, and he hadn't been able to make out any details.
”You must have some idea,” continued Crow.
”I have one idea,” said Tal. ”I'm just not sure it's a good one.”
Crow looked at him expectantly.
”Well,” Tal began, ”the Empress must be... must have been able to get into the Violet Tower. And there's a children's puzzle song that might have something to do with it, only I can't remember it properly. It has a line that goes 'The first sat here, the second spied here, the third flew here, the fourth ate here, the fifth was born here, the sixth sang here, and the seventh grew here.' All I can remember of the answering part is that the first was an Emperor, the third a bird----probably a crow, I guess--and then it ends with 'the seventh was a tower.' And 'here' was the Audience Chamber, which has the Imperial Throne in it. Only I don't know where the Audience Chamber is.”
”I know who we can ask,” said Crow. He slowly got to his feet and looked at the Underfolk, who were keeping their distance. ”If the Empress ever ordered a drink or food, someone from here would have taken it to her.”
”I guess so,” said Tal. He got up, too, ignoring the stabbing pains in the muscles of his arms and legs.
Crow singled out the most senior Underfolk, an old cook, and started to talk to him. Tal tried to stretch a bit, to ease the stiffness that he knew would come along sooner or later. He was tired, his weariness made worse by the aftereffects of the water-spider poison. He didn't really listen to Crow and the Underfolk cook until Crow called out to him.
”Tal! Come and hear this.”
Tal pushed himself off the bench he was leaning against and walked over. Above his head, Adras glided across the ceiling.
”Tell him what you told me,” instructed Crow.
The Underfolk man bowed nervously. He obviously didn't know what to make of Crow and he wasn't absolutely sure about Tal, even with his Sunstone and Spiritshadow.
”As it please you, Masters--”
”Don't call us Masters!” Crow interrupted.
The cook bobbed his head several times and cleared his throat.
”Yes, Ma--as it pleases you. The Audience Chamber and the Imperial Throne are not used, haven't been used by Her Highness, not these many years. Well, never, I think, as my parents told me.”
”But it must be cleaned from time to time,” said Crow. ”Everywhere is cleaned.”