Geomancer twoe-1

by Ian Irvine

  A gasp, a cry of pain and joy together. The scene grew smoky, then cleared. Minis ran through a doorway, his cry vibrating in her head, loud enough to wake the child in the tent.

  Tirior, Luxor, Vithis foster-father! Come see! Tiaan has brought the amplimet to the very feet of Tirthrax mountain. Look, look!

  Dimly she saw faces that she had seen months ago, while trapped in that icy bubble outside the battle cavern. They crowded around, jostling each other in their excitement. There were unfamiliar faces too, and on every one she saw desperate hope, where for the past hundred years there had only been desperation.

  Tiaan, said Minis, pushing through, listen carefully. We have little time left. Maybe days; at most weeks. Already many of us have died. Can you hear me, Tiaan?

  ‘I can hear you.’

  We’re losing you. Tiaan, this is what you must do. You are days from the nearest entrance of Tirthrax, though not far from a hidden escape way. Go straight up the curving ridge you see before you. High up, the best part of a day’s climb, you will come to a sheer face. From where you are standing, it has the shape of a four-sided diamond. Do you see it?

  ‘I noted it as we camped today.’

  At the lower point of the diamond you will encounter two folded bands of rock as red as rust, each a span or more thick. Between lies a thin yellow band. Follow them around the mountain in the direction of the double glacier; that would be to your right, I think?

  ‘Left,’ she said, though he gave no sign of having heard.

  Go on some two thousand, one hundred steps. How tall are you, Tiaan?

  ‘Eighty-two hundreds of a span,’ she said. ‘But our span may be shorter than yours.’

  Are you short or tall for a human woman?

  ‘Middling.’

  Go on for two thousand, three hundred steps, more or less, and you will see a great faultline in the rocks that lifts the red and yellow bands up well above the ledge. Continue for another six hundred steps. You will come to what looks like a cave, very small. There may be water running from it. Crawl inside, and at the further end will be a blank wall. Smack your palm against the face, like this. He tapped out a complex beat and made her practise it until it was perfect.

  The slab should go up to let you in. If not, you must find a way to force it. You will be in the very base of Tirthrax. Keep crawling along the tunnel. He described a series of passages to be negotiated and hidden doors to be opened. Finally, take the stair up all the way to the top. It is very far. You will need to rest on the way. There you will find a gong made of glass. Strike it and the Aachim will come, if they have not already found you. Tell them your tale and give them the amplimet. Beware of using it inside Tirthrax. So close to the node, you risk your life, and the crystal, so do it only if you have no other choice. Is that clear, Tiaan?

  ‘Yes,’ she said softly. ‘But …’

  The Aachim will know what to do.

  Tiaan explained to Haani what they were looking for. Minis’s directions proved beautifully clear, though the distances were shorter than he’d estimated. They found the fault, and the opening beyond it, after the middle of the day. Tiaan had to take off her pack to get in, the entrance being nearly blocked with ice. At the other end the wall was also crusted with ice and a thin layer of white, crystallised from seepage through the rocks. She slapped the face in the rhythm Minis had taught her. Nothing happened. She did it again. Still nothing. Frowning, Tiaan sat back.

  ‘Maybe the door is stuck,’ said Haani.

  ‘Of course! The edges are cemented up. Give me a hand, Haani.’

  They tapped all around with pieces of rock, cracking the coating of ice and crystals off. The door still did not move and Tiaan had to clean out the gaps with a chisel from her toolkit. As soon as the last fragment fell, the door scraped up. Tiaan and Haani hurried through, in case it snapped down again. Light flared above them, coming from a glossy globe on the wall. Tiaan had not seen anything like it before, and it bothered her, though she had read about the clever Aachim in the Histories and knew their craft was greater than humankind’s.

  As they were donning their packs, Haani said, ‘What’s that?’

  It was a dull clanging, far away. ‘I don’t know,’ said Tiaan. ‘Perhaps an alarm. Well, they’ll certainly know we’re coming.’

  They were in a large tunnel with smooth walls of tormented schist. Mica sparkled here and there. They kept going, following Minis’s instructions, and emerged through the final door into a cavern. Ahead, a stone stair wound up. Tiaan led the way. After the equivalent of five long flights, they came out in a stone-lined room.

  ‘I don’t see any glass gong,’ said Haani. Tiaan had told her about that.

  ‘We have to keep going up, I suppose.’

  Outside, they trudged down a long corridor before emerging in a shell-shaped chamber, at least a hundred spans long, cut out of the twisted and knotted rock of Tirthrax. Tiaan just wanted the journey to end. Haani, though exhausted, plodded on without complaint.

  To their left was another stair, a tight spiral of crystal treads held in place by wires. It looked too delicate to take their weight. ‘This must be it,’ Tiaan said doubtfully.

  She put one foot on the lowest tread. It did not move; the stair was more solid than it looked. Lights came on above. Another alarm pealed, a higher note than the first, but there was no sign of life. No doubt they lived further up, since Minis had told her to go all that way.

  The stairs kept going, floor after floor. There seemed no end to them and Tiaan was staggering long before the top. They rested on the wires, then continued, following the lights which went on above and off below. Other alarms sounded, pitched high and low, until the whole place echoed with them. The first stopped after an hour, so Tiaan supposed the others would, too.

  It must have been three hours’ climb before they found themselves at the low end of another enormous chamber. This one was egg-shaped, decorated with strange arts and furnished here and there, equally strangely. Before them stood the glass gong, twice Tiaan’s height. A leather-coated wooden mallet sat beside it. Taking up the mallet, she struck the gong fair in the middle. It issued forth a low, trembly sound that she could feel vibrating in her bones.

  A hundred alarms went off at once. Tiaan laid down the mallet and waited. And waited.

  No one came. She struck the gong over and over. The result was the same. No one answered the call, not after an hour, or two hours, or four, or eight, or sixteen. Eventually the alarms stopped.

  In the morning Tiaan struck the gong again and again. Haani did too. There was no response. Finally, in the middle of the night, after they had been in Tirthrax for a good thirty hours, Tiaan was forced to conclude that the Aachim, who had lived here for thousands of years, dwelt here no longer. The whole vast edifice of Tirthrax, the greatest city they had ever made, had been abandoned.

  FIFTY-FIVE

  The morning after his idea about the balloon, Nish was hauled into a meeting room to find every artificer and artisan in the manufactory there, as well as a short, plump woman Nish had never seen before. She had stringy hair, thinning on top; her clothes were distinctly shabby and not very clean. Nish wondered what a scrubwoman was doing at the meeting, for so he judged her to be. He prided himself on his own appearance.

  ‘This is Mechanician M’lainte,’ said the scrutator. ‘I sent a skeet for her and she came in the night.’

  Nish gaped, and immediately wished he hadn’t, for Xervish Flydd was staring right at him. That this shabby creature could be the great mechanician was remarkable enough. That the scrutator had got her here so quickly was astounding. Even if a message had been sent to Tiksi by skeet straight away, it could hardly have found M’lainte before three in the morning. It was only eight now, so she must have travelled the road in the winter dark. That made her a lot braver than he was.

  ‘M’lainte,’ said the scrutator, ‘please speak.’

  ‘We are assembled to discuss an urgent new project,’ said the mecha
nician. She held up a large drawing, clearly based on the sketches Nish had done last night. ‘That is, to build an air floater, like an enormous child’s balloon. One large enough to carry people through the air for …’ She looked to Xervish.

  ‘A hundred leagues, if necessary.’

  ‘Just so! The balloon would be lifted by hot air from a stove.’ M’lainte indicated a box hanging just below the inverted teardrop of the balloon. Below that was suspended a wickerwork basket.

  After a long silence, everyone spoke at once.

  ‘It can’t be done!’ A loud voice from the back overrode the others.

  ‘Oh?’ said the mechanician coolly. ‘Says who?’

  ‘I am Porthis, senior artificer.’

  ‘And noted jeremiah,’ Nish muttered to Irisis. Porthis had made his life miserable since Nish had arrived here.

  ‘What is your objection, Porthis?’ asked the mechanician.

  ‘The balloon would have to be enormous to lift such a weight. Maybe the height of the manufactory walls.’

  ‘That’s correct,’ said M’lainte.

  ‘The wind would tear it apart.’

  ‘It’s not fixed! The wind carries it. Besides, it would be built strongly.’ She showed a drawing of the reinforcing – fine cables and strategically placed braces. ‘If you judge this to be deficient, I challenge you to produce a better design.’

  Porthis was not deflated. ‘The hot air will go cold and the balloon will fall, killing everyone in it.’

  ‘Thus the stove, which displaces the cooling air with more heat.’

  ‘Will set fire to the balloon.’

  ‘See here – I have marked in a protective flue.’

  ‘In that case it will be too heavy.’

  ‘Then, Senior Artificer Porthis, you will be in charge of making it lighter! And you will go on the first test flight, so make it strong and safe as well. Artificers all, I want to see a finished drawing for a trial balloon, tonight after dinner. I’ve already sent to Tiksi for materials. We’ll begin making it in the morning.’

  Three days after Ullii had first seen Tiaan, she lost her.

  ‘I sensed her,’ she said to the scrutator and Nish in the afternoon. They were in a dim room and Ullii was not wearing mask or goggles. The scrutator liked to see her eyes when he spoke to her. ‘I saw her crystal more clearly than ever before. I could almost see her, and clawers, lots of them. They were flesh-forming. It was horrible! I saw a creature they made. It wanted to eat her.’ Ullii sprang up and paced across the room.

  Nish stared at her shapely bottom, until he realised that the scrutator was watching him. Flushing, Nish looked away.

  ‘Go on,’ said Flydd to Ullii.

  ‘Tiaan was terrified. She made the hedron spit fire.’

  ‘Fire?’ cried the scrutator.

  ‘Fire like a purple fan. The crystal became so bright that it hurt my head. I could not see the lattice at all. The fire burned holes in the wall and I lost her. I have not seen her since.’

  ‘What wall?’ said the scrutator urgently.

  ‘A tower that is a mountain, with water all round.’

  ‘What else do you know about that place, Ullii?’

  ‘That’s all. I only saw it once.’

  Xervish lurched crabwise to the door, taking a map from his bag. ‘A tower that is a mountain, south-west of here.’ He traced her sighting line on the map. ‘Of course, Lake Kalissi! It has a great spire in the middle, of natural iron. A very strange place. There have been rumours of lyrinx there!’

  He paced back and forth. ‘Then we won’t need the balloon,’ Nish said, disappointed that his idea would come to nothing after all.

  ‘Of course we’ll need the damned balloon! She may have escaped, since Ullii can no longer see her. If Kalissin is a base for their flesh-forming, we’ve got to find out what they’re making. Fire coming out of a hedron, strong enough to burn holes in a wall! If somehow Tiaan has uncovered real power, we’ve got to have it before the enemy does.’

  There were many trials over the next few weeks, not all successful. Two balloons crashed and caught fire. Another burned in mid-air, raining blazing debris and bodies down on the miners’ village, including an unfortunate Porthis. Yet another balloon refused to take off at all; a leak was discovered. Two more, the third and the last, were moderately successful. The last rode up over the mountains, to be caught by the wind and driven for ten leagues in the direction of the plateau where the bloody battle with the lyrinx had occurred.

  Ullii saw no more of Tiaan. She had vanished like an exploding star. Work on the final balloon continued. It was designed to lift ten people – Nish, Ullii and eight soldiers, to be led by Rustina – and all their gear. They were to capture Tiaan and bring her back on foot, since suitable winds for the return journey were unlikely. That was the problem with balloons.

  The best part of two months had passed since the last sighting of Tiaan, and winter was almost over, by the time the balloon was assembled. It was made of tar-sealed silk stretched over a frame of light wood reinforced with tensioned wires. The structure was highly flammable but that could not be helped. Below the mouth sat a brazier built of wire mesh lined with furnace tiles. Below that hung a platform with basketweave sides, where they would eat, sleep and live. Fuel for the brazier would be stored there but they would have to replenish it on the way. They could not carry enough to take them to Kalissin, unless the winds proved particularly favourable.

  The completed balloon, nearly fifteen spans high, not counting the basket, and ten wide, had used all the silk cloth in Tiksi. A valve at the top could be worked by a rope, to spill hot air and allow them to control where they landed.

  The balloon’s bracings kept it semi-rigid, so it looked as if it was ready to take off even when there was no hot air in it. It had been tested with different fuels while artificers measured the pull on springs attached to the ground, to see how much lift each fuel gave. Wood could be used if they had nothing better, though it had to be dry and took up a lot of space for the heat it gave out. Pitch or furnace coke were better, but pitch produced noxious black fumes and coke also required much space. Best of all was a clear liquid distilled from tar heated in an airless furnace, though it was dangerous to handle and liable to explode at the slightest spark.

  One evening Irisis went to the scrutator and begged to be allowed to go on the balloon. She could not stop thinking about Tiaan’s crystal.

  ‘What on earth for?’ His single brow wrinkled into a series of furrows. ‘What could you do that would justify the disruption your absence would cause here?’

  Irisis had a carefully prepared rationale but before that cold stare it seemed childish. She dropped her gaze.

  ‘You do want to be crafter here?’ he said softly. ‘The breeding factory is only a suspended sentence, remember.’

  Irisis felt that he was peering inside her head, and that he knew, and had always known, what a fraud she was. Under her, the artisans were producing more and better controllers than ever, but no doubt he enjoyed having that hold over her.

  ‘All I ever dreamed about was to be crafter.’

  They still had a week’s work to do when Ullii found Tiaan again. She was practically due west this time. ‘Lakes and mountains,’ said the seeker.

  ‘As before?’ Nish asked.

  ‘No, big, big mountains.’

  ‘Sounds like she’s gone north from Kalissin,’ said the scrutator. ‘To the Great Mountains. She could be anywhere along a line a hundred leagues long. There’s nothing for it, artificer. You’ll have to leave at once.’

  ‘The balloon isn’t finished.’

  ‘It will be. We’ll work night and day to make sure of it. You’ll go at dawn the day after tomorrow.’

  Nish marked Ullii’s direction on the map he was to take with him. On the last night the seeing was so strong that Ullii grew agitated. ‘Fire and smoke, Nish!’

  ‘A campfire?’ Nish asked.

  ‘Big fires. Fires coming out
of the tops of mountains.’

  The scrutator was alarmed. ‘I don’t understand. She’s seeing volcanoes? There are no volcanoes in that land, or anywhere between the Great Mountains and the inland seas. Can her directions be completely wrong?’ He cracked his crab-limb finger joints in agitation.

  Further questioning revealed that the volcanoes were visions of Tiaan’s, not what Ullii was actually seeing. The scrutator was not comforted.

  ‘I don’t like it. I wonder if I should come too?’

  Nish did not care for that idea. There would be no credit in it for him if the scrutator led the expedition. ‘Maybe better that I take a skeet to send word back,’ he said carefully, ‘and you remain here where you can act swiftly, should the need arise.’

  Flydd gave him a knowing glance. ‘There are arguments either way. I’ll make my decision in the morning. Meantime, if I am to go, there’s much I must record first. I also answer to unforgiving masters, artificer.’

  Nish took the hint.

  Dawn came and went. The wind blew in the right direction but the balloon was not ready, though everyone had worked through the night. Nish was utterly exhausted as he humped his pack out the front gate. He sat on it while the last checks were done.

  Irisis was pacing round and round the basket. She wore full mountain gear, including down-filled jacket and pants. Was she planning to jump on at the last minute? Nish hoped not.

  The scrutator was also dressed for the cold, though he was calm. ‘Have you decided, surr?’ Nish tried to conceal his nervousness.

  ‘I believe I will come with you after all. There is much to be learned about this new means of transport.’

  Nish’s heart sank to his knees. ‘That is wonderful, surr,’ he lied.

  The scrutator frowned. ‘It’s not a reward, artificer. This is a desperate venture. The chance of any of us getting there is slim. The hope of us coming back alive, with her, almost non-existent. You do realise this?’