The Blood Debt (26 page)

‘Why are you doing this?’ he yelled, clutching his shoulder. ‘I have nothing against you!’

‘Humans are our enemies.’

‘They enslave us!’

‘Not me!’ he protested.

‘What is that around your neck?
A stone finger thrust towards him. The face it belonged to — a hideous gargoyle visage — sneered contemptuously.
‘You know it is one of us.’

Sal clutched
yadeh-tash
to him. Yes, he did know that the pendant had a similar charmed nature to the man’kin; but it wasn’t mobile, and it had once been Lodo’s. He had never thought of releasing it, as he had Mawson.

‘I’ll free it,’ he said, ‘if it wants to be freed.’

‘Its thoughts are small. It knows only rain.’

‘It is one of us!’

‘It is nothing. The Angel says that humans are nothing. They are not worthy of our anger.’’

‘The Angel says run.’

‘The Angel says we must be freer
the gargoyle bellowed.

‘The Angel isn’t here. We chart our own intersections.’

As the man’kin argued, Sal spied a gap between their legs. He took a deep breath, then lunged for Skender’s furiously gesticulating arms.

He made it halfway through the forest of stone legs before the man’kin reacted. A roar of anger went up from half of them and he was suddenly crawling under several tonnes of angry rock.

Before he could be flattened, a broad hand reached down, grabbed the back of his tunic and thrust him forward. He flew through the air with a wail and landed at Skender’s feet.

‘Quick!’ Skender tugged him away from the man’kin scrum. ‘Back here!’

Sal scrabbled in the dirt, trying to increase the distance between himself and the menacing shapes. The gargoyle threw off the hands of those trying to hold it back, and thudded threateningly closer.

‘That’s far enough, buddy,’ said Skender, to both Sal and the gargoyle. He stopped Sal from going any further backwards, and stood firm in the face of the angry man’kin.

It halted dead in its tracks as though smacking into an invisible wall. As Sal had hoped, the man’kin were powerless to cross the wake.

‘What?’
it hissed.
‘What is this ... this lesion?’

‘It’s not our doing,’ said Sal, lest the man’kin found more reason to despise them. ‘I’m tracking the creature that causes it. A Homunculus.’

It was hard to tell, but Sal thought he saw fear pass across the gargoyle’s hideous face.

‘The one from the Void,’’
it said. Its voice actually shook.
‘The Angel was right. The one from the Void is among us?’

‘The Void?’ asked Skender. ‘We’ve both been there. So what?’

The gargoyle didn’t answer. Its hostility had boiled away like water in a dry kettle. Turning its back on them, it ran towards the rest of its number, still flowing by like a wave of dusty lava, and most of the others followed it.

Two remained. One in the shape of a slender woman with a stone shawl and sad expression stepped closer. Several chips had been knocked out of its smooth lines during the fight. The loss didn’t seem to bother it.

‘Do you know Mawson?’ Sal asked it. He was uncertain which one had mentioned his family’s old man’kin. ‘Is that why you helped me?’

‘Mawson is free no longer,’
it said.
‘Mawson is gone.’

‘Do you mean he’s dead?’ Sal asked, alarmed. ‘How?’

The man’kin didn’t answer. It walked dolefully away, and the remaining one took its place. Sal, prior to that moment, would have doubted how seriously he could take a stone pig, but under the circumstances he felt no urge to laugh.

‘The one from the Void is among us,’
it said, as the gargoyle had.
‘Do you not know what this means?’

‘It’s obvious that we don’t.’

‘We must run.’

‘From what? One of us?’

The pig didn’t answer. It, too, went to leave.

‘Wait!’ cried Skender, exasperated. ‘Where are you from? Where are you headed? What’s this Angel thing you keep mentioning?’

The pig half-turned.
‘You do not see time the same way we do. We see one event in its entirety while you follow it from beginning to end. We see the many ways future and past diverge from the present while you see only one path. You ask me to explain things you cannot understand.’

Sal remembered Mawson saying as much, years ago. He gave in, knowing that arguing with man’kin rarely got him anywhere. ‘Thank you, anyway, for saving us.’ He assayed a clumsy bow towards the pig, and hoped he didn’t look too stupid.

‘We are saving ourselves,’
said the man’kin.
‘You are needed in this world. Anyone with eyes can see that.’

The pig trotted heavily after its fellow, leaving Sal and Skender trapped in the Homunculus’ wake, more puzzled than ever.

* * * *

The Road

‘Humans haven’t conquered the Earth.

We merely inhabit it. That others share our

illusion of primacy only reinforces its falsehood.’

THE BOOK OF TOWERS,
EXEGESIS 6:9

hilly ate a quick meal while Chu explained the way across the Divide. The food Marmion’s party had brought with them was simple and healthy: porridge and conkerberries, soaked in water, accompanied by acacia seeds. It didn’t make much of a breakfast, but Shilly was grateful for it. Her whole body ached from lack of rest.

‘There’s a way down the Divide wall a couple of kilometres southwest of here,’ Chu said through a mouthful, wincing as the motion tugged at her injured scalp. The top half of her leather uniform was torn in several places, so she had removed it and now wore a white undershirt, trusting to a henna charm Shilly had drawn on her right shoulder to keep sunburn at bay. Her wound had been salved and bound; much of her head was covered with a cream-coloured bandage, like a Surveyor’s turban. ‘I’ve seen it from the air but don’t know how passable it is. If we can follow it down the cliff, there’s a road that leads straight across to Laure. We call it the Fool’s Run.’

‘For any particular reason?’ asked Marmion.

‘What? Oh, the obvious one.’ Chu was unfazed in the face of the warden’s confrontational mood. ‘My advice would be to keep your foot to the floor and your fingers crossed.’

‘What’s the main threat?’ asked Kail pragmatically.

She shrugged. ‘I don’t know. To be honest, I’ve never met anyone who tried the Run in either direction.’

‘So it could be all hearsay.’

‘Could be. We could stroll across at our leisure and encounter nothing more dangerous than a flat tyre.’ Her dark, uniquely shaped eyes held a grim amusement. ‘Are you a dice-playing man, Habryn Kail?’

‘No, I’m not.’

‘Good. This is one bet I’d leave for others to take.’

‘Any word from Sal?’ asked Warden Banner, her round cheeks pink and eyes tired.

Shilly shook her head.

‘We must act,’ declared Marmion, ‘on the assumption that his attempt will fail. If he succeeds, well and good, but I am not a dicing man either. We’ll take this Fool’s Run to Laure and wait for the Homunculus there. Being on the wrong side of the Divide doesn’t frighten me. We’re not completely powerless. I trust, though, that there will be no more surprises in store for us,’ he added, looking pointedly at Shilly.

She bit her lip, tired of arguing with the man. When they were safely behind the charmed Wall of the distant city, she and Kail could work out what to do about getting to the Aad in time to help Sal, and Skender, with or without Marmion’s assistance.

And anyway, she grudgingly acknowledged, a very small chance existed that she could be completely wrong about the Homunculus. If it
was
heading for Laure, as Marmion still believed, and she convinced him to concentrate on the Aad, thus allowing the Homunculus to slip past them, he would have good reason to be angry at her. Tackling the problem on two fronts did make more sense.

‘I think,’ said Chu, ‘we’d be stupid not to expect a surprise or two. That’s the one thing you can be sure of, so close to the Divide.’

* * * *

Once again, Shilly and Tom led the way in the buggy, with Banner and Chu as their passengers. The young flyer gave directions, pointing over Tom’s shoulder at the terrain ahead. Shilly had little to do but watch Tom drive, so her thoughts inevitably wandered to Sal. She had grilled Tom for more information about what had happened to Skender’s mother, but his replies had been vague. Pigs and rabbits played a part, apparently. She could make no sense of it.

Highson Sparre lay on a makeshift stretcher in the back of one of the buses, tended by the same warden who had treated Chu’s head wound. His name, she had remembered, was Rosevear and, although he looked young, Shilly had to admit that he knew what he was doing. Shilly hoped Highson would wake soon, and that she would be there when it happened.

They drove several kilometres along the southwestern leg of the Divide, away from Laure. The morning grew hotter and the far side of the canyon vanished into a shimmering curtain. If she squinted, Shilly could almost make out several black specks suspended against the blue sky. More flyers, she supposed. When she asked Chu what they were doing, she learned that the flyers — or ‘miners’, as Chu called them — were actually scavengers picking at the past, taking what they could and turning a profit from it.

She marvelled at the revelation, but she didn’t question it. There seemed to be little else around for the city to exploit: no fields, no rivers rich with fish, no nearby trade routes. It was either grave-rob or die.

‘There,’ said Chu finally, pointing. ‘That’s it.’ Ahead, a broad cleft had been taken out of the lip of the Divide. Tom brought the buggy to a halt. They jumped out to take a look.

Shilly regarded the weathered carriageway with suspicion. Rocky, and water-scarred, it snaked laboriously down the side of the canyon wall, switching back on itself to form a series of long, not-quite-parallel lines that led tortuously down to the bottom of the Divide. It seemed to be both intact and wide enough for the buses along its length, but Shilly didn’t have an Engineer’s eye. To her, the distance to fall if something went wrong seemed very, very great. There were no railings.

‘The gradient is worrying in places,’ said Banner, pacing back and forth in order to view the road from a number of different perspectives. ‘There are protective charms to overcome. They’ve kept the road passable, but it’s going to be tricky.’

‘It’s either that or fly down,’ said Chu with a grimace. ‘And I don’t think any amount of charms will make those wheels of yours airworthy.’

Tom was so caught up in the problem that he missed her joke. ‘No, but we can make them
groundworthy.
Lower their centre of gravity; beef up the suspension; encourage the wheels to improve their traction. There are ways.’

‘I guess there’ll have to be, but I still think I’ll walk behind you. No offence.’

‘None taken,’ said Banner.

Shilly considered her options. She shared Chu’s anxiety about the vehicles slipping, but the descent was awfully long for someone with a bad leg.

‘I’m going to sit in the back with my eyes shut and fingers crossed,’ she said. ‘Don’t expect me to take the wheel at any point.’

‘No worries,’ said Banner. ‘You won’t have to.’

Marmion’s buses rolled up behind them and the discussion was repeated, with the same conclusion. Several of the wardens volunteered to walk with Chu — ostensibly to lighten the loads but perhaps out of shared nervousness.

‘Just don’t pull too far ahead,’ said one of them. ‘We don’t want to be left behind.’

‘That,’ said Kail, his all-seeing gaze following the many switchbacks all the way to the bottom, ‘is unlikely to be a problem.’

Banner took the wheel for the first leg, inching the buggy onto the incline with exaggerated caution. Shilly did exactly as she said she would, at first, lying on the back seat and keeping her eyes firmly closed. But she soon found that entirely too nerveracking. Each jerk and jolt sent her heart pounding, and it seemed to take forever to reach the first bend.

She ended up opening her eyes and fixing her gaze firmly on the far side. Laure itself wasn’t visible, apart from the summit of a single tall tower, but she could see smoke rising in streams from behind its protective wall. The plumes flattened out as they hit fast-moving air at a higher altitude and were swept away to the east.

As her eye wandered in that direction, she caught sight of a cloud within the Divide. It hugged the southern wall near the Aad but its source was hidden to her eyes. She watched it, wondering if it had something to do with Sal, and noticed that it seemed to be drawing nearer. Whatever caused it was inching along the Divide.

Not ‘inching’, she corrected herself. At that distance, the base of the cloud was probably a hundred metres across; it would be moving as fast as a person could walk. She resolved to keep an eye on it during the descent.