The Equen Queen

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by Alyssa Brugman


  The sky-trader spun around. She saw Tab and let out a barking laugh. ‘The armada has arrived at last! You want the egg? Here, take it!’ She thrust the egg at Tab, pushing with all her force. Tab curled her arm around the egg. She tried to keep a grip on the wall with her other hand, but she was slipping. She scratched at the stone wall with her fingernails, but the momentum was too great. She was falling. Her legs flailed at the air and she let out a shriek.

  Above her Tab heard a heavy crunch. Stone blocks split and flew as Melprin launched herself through the wall and into the sky. The dragon shot straight down like an arrow. The wind whistled through her scales as she picked up speed.

  Tab held out her free hand and Melprin tucked in underneath her. Tab scrabbled at the dragon's scales, trying to make purchase. The egg slipped under her elbow.

  ‘No!’ she shouted, squeezing with her arm, but it was too late. The egg slithered out from under her arm and dropped away into the dark.

  With two hands free Tab hauled herself onto Melprin's back, gripping with her knees. ‘Hurry!’ she screamed at Melprin.

  The dragon whipped and spun this way and that way, searching for the egg. She let out an anguished howl.

  >>>Where?

  But Tab couldn't see it either.

  As they got closer to the ground Tab prepared herself for the worst, but as Melprin set her down, there was no broken egg on the ground underneath the tower.

  ‘I'm so sorry,’ Tab said to her friend, tears welling in her eyes. ‘I couldn't hold on. I tried, but …’

  Melprin said nothing. She growled again, a deep thrumming sound that rattled in Tab's chest and set her hair on end. The dragon shot up into the sky pulling at the air with long strokes of her wings, heading towards the sky-traders’ city.

  A moment later Chak burst out the door. Her head swung around. She saw Tab and cursed, then she turned on her heel and ran towards the harbour. Tab followed her. Her legs ached and her head throbbed. Her chest stung with guilt and regret, but she ran, pumping her arms.

  They passed a dark alley and the sky-trader skidded to a stop, and then backtracked. Tab stopped not far behind her and they both stared into the gloom.

  The sky-trader cursed again.

  There in the alleyway a man in a hooded cape was leading a pony. It was a sad, old, sway-backed looking creature. Its ribs stuck through its coat like corrugations on an old road. He turned his head and in a shaft of moonlight Tab saw his face. His eyes widened when he saw the two people at the end of the lane.

  ‘Fontagu!’ Tab gasped.

  The pony stumbled as he hurried it along. Tab could see its colouring was similar to the other two equens, Talisman and Trinket, who had arrived that morning. It had the same tattoos running down its legs.

  The equen's ears flickered in her direction.

  >>>Tattoo

  ‘Yah! Giddy-up!’ Fontagu snapped the lead rope over the equen's rump, and the animal winced.

  The sky-trader hissed – an incredulous, outraged sound, as Fontagu and the equen slipped around the bend and into the darkness. Chak cupped her hands around her mouth and tilted her face skywards. ‘Alarm!’ she roared. ‘Alarm!’

  Fracas

  Throughout the city Tab heard the distress signal repeated, Alarm! Alarm! Followed by the crashes and bangs, breaking glass, snarls and yelps of brawls breaking out in the streets and taverns.

  Tab hurtled down the lane after Fontagu with Chak hard on her heels. The sky-trader snagged one of her pigtails and Tab's head jerked. ‘Ahh!’ she called as she lost her footing and slipped. Chak straddled her and pummelled with her fists. Tab screamed, but knew her calls for help would go unnoticed in the fracas all around.

  Suddenly, Chak made a funny ‘Yoick!’ noise, and Tab felt the weight lift off her stomach. The skytrader's arms and legs flailed as Vrod held her by the scruff of the neck.

  ‘You!’ Tab gasped. ‘Are you following me?’

  ‘Verris say watch the girl. I watch the girl,’ the troll grunted. His nostrils flared and his ears waggled as he took in the sounds and aroma of the fighting. His eyes took on a dreamy look, like a dog scratching an itch. ‘Go. I've got bones to crack. Fresh marrow!’ Vrod licked his lips.

  Chak yelped and thrashed but the troll held her at arm's length as though she were a naughty kitten.

  Tab scrambled to her feet and dashed off down the alley. In the streets around her she could hear the thump of running boots, roars, grunts and the clash of metal as sky-traders and Quentarans fought each other. Still, her way was clear, apart from rats and cats lurking in corners and picking their way through the debris that lined the alley.

  As she ran she noticed that the sandpaper feeling in her head had diminished. It wasn't gone altogether, but she felt that she could mind-meld if she concentrated hard. It was a good feeling – a satisfying feeling, like splashing your face with cold water on a hot day.

  Tab reached a crossroads and she stopped, trying to get her bearings. At the end of the alleyway she could see at least twenty people fighting. Hulk Duelph and his fiery sister Taschia despatched opponents side by side. Rad de La'rel and his partner Tulcia chased two sky-traders that they had disarmed along the street.

  The sky-traders stopped to collect swords from fallen comrades and soon the tables were turned.

  Drunk Quentarans and trolls threw themselves into the fray with relish. The tiny sky-traders fought with efficient accuracy. In the gloom it was hard for Tab to tell who was winning.

  Which way would Fontagu go? Tab wondered. It couldn't be! The old slaughterhouse! What a place to take a sad old animal! She turned in a circle and realised she was not fifty paces from the doorway. Checking that she was not being followed, Tab rushed up to the building.

  Fontagu poked his head out of the doorway, listening to the screams and the fighting in the streets. He gathered his cloak closer about him.

  ‘Ah, there you are,’ he said, picking Tab's form out of the gloom. He rushed into the alley and hauled Tab inside by the sleeve, slamming the door behind them.

  Once inside he ran from window to window, fastening shutters that still had hinges and locks, and shoving old equipment in front of windows that were bare. His cloak flapped about his limbs as he scurried.

  The equen stood in the middle of the slaughterhouse looking bewildered and miserable.

  Tab stepped over the old timber and broken beams that littered the floor. She took in the fragrance of the mare's breath. It smelt sickly, like overripe fruit, and cloying like turned cream. Her flanks were hollow with dehydration and the dried sweat made grimy curlicues of her dirty coat.

  At the end of the row Tab pushed open the halfdoor of an old stall that still had some straw in it. The equen stumbled toward an open barrel, halffilled with stagnant water.

  ‘Wait,’ Tab said. She dragged the barrel out into the main holding area and tipped the foul water into the drain. Then she hauled the barrel across to a rusty water pump in the corner. It was corroded, and squeaked as she pumped, but the water that came from the spout smelt fresh enough.

  Tab lugged it back to the stable and stood it in the corner. The equen drank with gusto, and the muscles beneath her eyes twitched with every gulp she took.

  ‘Slow.’ Tab placed a hand on the mare's neck pushing her head away from the water. Too much too fast would make her ill.

  The equen staggered away from the barrel. She swayed on her feet.

  ‘You can sleep. I will keep watch,’ Tab promised.

  The mare fixed Tab with a wary and intense gaze for a moment and then, satisfied that her new friend would maintain the vigil as promised, sniffed the bedding. She dropped to her knees. The rest of her body hit the floor with a thump. Her head drooped until her chin was resting somewhere deep in the straw. She groaned, a hoarse wheeze in her chest. She blinked three times and then her eyes stayed closed.

  Tab's eyes ran over the little equen's tired and defeated body. She could see the intricate pattern on the backs of her legs.
‘Tattoo,’ she whispered. ‘That's your name, isn't it?’

  The mare's eyes fluttered open for a second and Tab saw gratitude there. Tab knew that this equen was as far from home as she had ever been – so far it seemed unfathomable. It was plain on her face that she'd given up any hope of seeing her own kind again.

  That feeling of sorrow that she'd felt on the skytraders’ ship draped over her. It was so heavy Tab didn't think she could stay upright. She crouched down next to the equen. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

  Tab thought of telling Tattoo about the other two equens at the palace livery. They could go there after the fighting was over – assuming that Quentaris won.

  ‘No time for that!’ Fontagu said interrupting her thoughts. ‘Wake her up. Use that mind skill of yours. I want to know everything.’ He prodded Tab in the side. ‘Go on, then.’

  ‘She's exhausted!’ Tab protested, slapping his hand away.

  ‘Listen!’ Fontagu tilted his head to the side. ‘Can you hear it? Sky-traders are fighting with us, taking lives, risking their own, for her.’ He nodded towards the equen again. ‘Must be worth something, wouldn't you say?’

  Fontagu rubbed his hands together, almost jigging with joy. ‘Tee hee!’ he chortled. ‘I knew it! The moment I clapped eyes on the old girl in her cage this morning. But I have always been an excellent judge of true value.’

  ‘I won't help you!’ Tab said, rubbing her streaming eyes with her sleeve.

  ‘Yes, you will.’ Fontagu grinned. ‘You can't help yourself.’ He chuckled again. ‘Just at dusk the clouds rolled in and there was an empty vessel in the harbour.’ His fingers danced in front of his face. ‘It was like divine providence. There was no one standing guard. No one! Can you imagine? Those sky pedlars must have mistaken Quentarans for honest folk.’

  ‘Most of us are!’ Tab told him, but even as she said it she reddened. While she preferred to make an honest living, she had ‘borrowed’ when the opportunity arose.

  ‘… or fools.’ Fontagu regarded her for a moment with a faint smile on his face. Then his mind turned to self-congratulation once more. He strode about, as though he were on a stage, snapping his fingers. ‘I just have an instinct! It's a gift. Like you, for example. You're not much to look at. Just a scrap of a thing really, but useful, and I saw it first! This one will be just the same. You watch.’ He crouched down next to her. ‘Go on, then. Burrow in there, little mouse.’

  Tab looked down at the wretched dozing equen and realised that Fontagu was right. She wasn't going to leave her here at his mercy. She'd made a promise.

  She closed her eyes and reached out for Tattoo's mind. When she found it Tab couldn't tell if what she was seeing was in the present, or the past, or sometime in the future. It was as though she was living inside the equen's dream.

  Tab saw a savannah. Stunted, misshapen trees clung to the landscape like sea anemones on a tide. Spiny grasses sprouted out of the soil in patches between craters of salt and sand. In the distance high mountains loomed and shimmered a deep purple colour.

  A family of fin lizards caught a breeze and sailed across the flats, their legs cycling faster and faster. Impossibly fast, they bounded into the air, their fins billowing, as they snatched buzzing insects out of the sky.

  There were people, sandy-skinned, with rich, chocolate-coloured hair – the same colours as the equens, like the boy in her dream.

  ‘Herdsfolk’ and ‘two-legged’ were the words that popped into Tab's head when she saw them, but Tattoo didn't think in words, she thought in feelings. Her feelings about the herdsfolk were that they were safe, near and bossy. They were useful, particularly in their ‘otherness’ – in their ‘two-leggedness’.

  Dotted here and there were herdsfolk sentries standing with one heel resting on the inside of their opposite knee, watching the horizon. Others squatted in groups, painting the backs of each other's legs with the round, curlicue script of the equen's tattoos.

  Next she saw the herd of equens crossing the long, flat plains. Herdsfolk carried packs and wore long hooded cloaks. Tab felt warm but the air was frozen as it filled her lungs. The mountains were much closer. Some of the younger, more daring drones galloped in the shadow of the foothills. Tab felt anxious. This was the migration – necessary, but forbidding.

  A new image washed over Tab and she cried out. A dark shadow passed overhead. She looked up, but was blinded by the sunlight. There was a strong smell, though, of rancid fat and decaying meat. It was such a horrifying smell that she could barely stop herself from running with fear.

  She could hear the herdsfolk calling to each other and shooting at the dark shapes with their slings. Nearby an equen screamed as it was dragged into the sky with two huge sets of claws dug deep into its flesh. Tab felt ice-cold and hot at the same time as adrenaline flooded her limbs. Every muscle tensed. She felt loss and terror press against her, crushing her until she couldn't breathe. Her nostrils flared as she took in as much air as she could.

  Run! Run first, and then look back, she thought. It made sense when running was what you did best of all. Tab jolted back into her own body and opened her eyes. All at once she understood what it was to be prey.

  Tattoo

  Tattoo twitched in her sleep.

  ‘What is it?’ Fontagu asked.

  She thought about the sky-traders carting the equens around with slings under the wing craft, and how terrifying that must be for an equen. It was their worst nightmare. It was cruel.

  Tab ran her hands over Tattoo's neck. ‘They live for much longer than Quentaran horses.’

  ‘How long?’

  Tab shrugged. It was hard to quantify in Tattoo's terms. ‘Maybe two hundred winters.’

  Fontagu's eyes widened.

  Tab continued. ‘There is only one breeding pair in the herd. Each year the queen has two foals – one male and one female. Every five winters, all the males of age leave the herd together and go through the forest in search of a new herd. The strongest will find one.’

  ‘And what if they don't?’

  Tab winced.

  ‘Oh,’ said Fontagu. ‘And what about the other mares? What do they do?’

  ‘They're workers. They heal the herdsfolk. It's a desert. There's not much to eat for the people. They don't get all they need to stay healthy. That can make them weak and sick. The equens heal them, and in return the herdsfolk protect them and tend to them.’

  ‘So the males don't do this healing?’ Fontagu pressed.

  Tab shook her head. ‘She doesn't seem to think so.’ Of course, it made sense. Talisman and Trinket, the equens the sky-traders had sold them were useless, except as packhorses.

  ‘Splendid that we have a mare,’ Fontagu said, rubbing his hands together. ‘You know, I think I'm beginning to feel better already. Ten years younger at least.’

  Tab ignored him. She knotted her fingers in the equen's mane, consumed by the image of the dark shadows overhead and the screaming. ‘In deep winter the mountains are crusted with ice and there is nothing left awake or alive in the forest, then the scavenjaws come down from the hills to find food on the plains. The mares will stand between the scavenjaws and their queen.’

  ‘Until?’ prompted Fontagu.

  She shuddered. ‘Until the scavenjaws have no more appetite.’

  ‘One would want to be born the queen, wouldn't one?’ Fontagu observed. ‘I wonder if those skytraders have any more mares? If I had a few more I could probably live forever. Find out if the healing works better if you eat them. Does she have some kind of gland we could drain?’ Fontagu grinned. ‘I know a fellow who will sell me a pallet of pipettes. We can set up our bottling operation right here.’

  ‘Nobody is going to let you keep her. They will know you stole her!’ Tab told him.

  ‘Who will? Your friend Verris the pirate? Drass Nibhelline? Or did you have some other model of virtuous commercial conduct in mind? For all they know I could have bought this old nag fair and square.’ Fontagu rubbed his chin. ‘Go
ahead and tell your snooty council! I dare you!’

  Tab frowned at the ugly expression on Fontagu's face. She turned away as he started pacing out the space inside the slaughterhouse, muttering measurements to himself.

  She stroked the mare's neck and Tattoo opened her eyes.

  What if the queen gets sick, or dies from a serpent bite? she wondered. What happens to the herd if the queen has an accident? She looked in Tattoo's eyes searching for an answer. Tattoo looked beyond her shoulder, as though considering the question. Tab couldn't feel an answer. Tab guessed that the equen hadn't seen it happen.

  >>>Until now

  Tab was startled. >>>What do you mean?

  The equen rocked onto her stomach and stretched her neck forward. Tab held out a hand to her.

  >>>I am Tattoo

  Tab suddenly understood. ‘Tattoo’ stood out in her head the way that ‘herdsfolk’ and ‘two-legged’ did. The mare thought, ‘I am Tattoo’, but what she meant was, ‘I am the equen queen’. Tab felt the deep sadness sweep over her again. It was not just Tattoo's fate – there was a whole herd that relied on her, and the herdsfolk too. She remembered the scene of the migration. How many souls depended on this queen?

  Tab lay down in the straw next to Tattoo and laid her hand over the equen's shoulder. She closed her eyes.

  All at once there was a rumble. Tattoo's eyes widened, she set her legs wide apart to brace herself. Tab sat up, not sure how long she had slept – or whether she had been asleep at all. She looked through a window, up near the slaughterhouse ceiling. High above the city, sails whipped and slapped as the sky-sailors lashed them into place. Rigging clanked as ropes whistled through the pulleys.

  Simultaneously, Tab felt a heavy throbbing begin within the core of Quentaris. There was a deep whock whock whock noise. The engines that propelled Quentaris had started. After such a long time of stillness Tab had forgotten how loud they were, and how you could feel the thrum of it in your gut, and the prickle of the magic somewhere behind your eyes.

 

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