The Roslyn Dawn continued its descent. Cadell put out a hand.
“Keep it steady, Miss Jade,” he said. “No lower than this, thank you. Just where we are.”
The engines whined. The Roslyn Dawn slowed its descent, then stopped.
“Well done,” Cadell said.
Down below, two huge pipes rose out of the earth, dark smoke poured from their cavernous openings, and around that heat swarmed rippling clumps of shadow.
Witmoths.
The sight reminded Margaret of the vents and chimneys that had once dominated Willowhen Peak. Only here, at the pinnacle of these boiling mouths, no battle raged, these were meant to draw the Roil, meant to sustain it.
Margaret stared over at David, eyes bulging in his head, his mouth wide open like some sort of idiot. He held a pair of binoculars in one hand but he did not use them, perhaps too frightened of what they might reveal.
Now you know, Margaret thought. You have seen the power of this place. What was once abstraction has become reality for you.
David was not the only one to whom this was all new.
Kara Jade had lost her cockiness. “So many,” she whispered.
“The Roil is getting ready for something,” Cadell said. “And that should not be. The Roil does not push, it shambles. It drifts, it dreams: it does not do this.”
“What about the Grand Defeat?” David asked.
“Freak weather conditions,” Cadell said. “A hotter summer, a low pressure system that became a storm that lead to a heatburst. But there was no thought to it, no strategy. This is different.”
“Things have changed,” Margaret said, and slapped a fist against the wall of the gondola, hard enough that one of the Hideous Garment Flutes slipped free and tumble-flew away. She followed its wild improbable peristaltic flight: all those membranes sliding and billowing frantically. She had seen clouds of these beasts fly, loud and shrill, over Tate.
“An I-Bomb. If we possessed an I-Bomb, we could halt this here and clear away the madness with a single detonation.”
“But we do not.” Cadell snapped. “Nor do we have your parents’ laboratories.” He pointed down. “Though it appears our enemy has something similar. Miss Jade, heave too. Now!”
On the Roilscape beneath them, what could only be described as a cannon turned towards them, though most cannon did not look as though they had been grown, nor did they have chambers that bubbled and spat liquid fire.
“Now!”
Kara Jade already had the job in hand, her face a mask of horror and determination. “Strap yourselves in,” she said.
Kara muttered over her controls, the Roslyn Dawn jerked sharply to the left and rose about a hundred yards in what seemed little more than a heartbeat. However, it wasn’t quite enough.
There was a flash of detonation, and the airship lifted on a wave of fire.
Chapter 42
The history of this world cannot be understood without a complete knowledge of the three forces that govern it. The Roil, the Engine and, of course, the Breaching Spire. We know of a Mechanical Winter, we have heard whisperings of the punishment meted out for that by whatever brute intellect rules Tearwin Meet. We know that the Roil is ancient that it has come before.
So what is it that we know?
Nothing.
Our history is but one of events, scattered and continuing, but never in the context that such knowledge would bring.
We stare into the great dark, little more than idiots playing out roles that we do not understand.
Deighton – Histories
WITHIN THE ROIL
David scrambled to his feet, his nose bleeding, spots dancing before his eyes. Glad I have such a thick skull.
At least no one seemed to have noticed his tumble.
“Told you to strap in, idiot!” Kara Jade said, swinging from her controls to glare at him. David dropped into a seat, pulled the belts tight around him.
“Did we take a direct hit?” Cadell demanded. The Old Man hadn’t strapped himself in. He stood by Kara now, peering over her controls. David wondered if they made any sense to him at all.
“No, we’ve everything functioning. A direct hit and you’d hear it, a direct hit and I think we’d be hitting the ground not long after. But I’m getting us out of here, now. Thank the Mothers of the Sky for all this heat. There are thermals enough to lift us to the moons. The Dawn’s straining for the sky. Strap yourselves in. David, I’m talking to you.”
“Already have,” he said.
The nacelles coughed and shuddered, and the Roslyn Dawn raced into the air. David’s ears popped and he clutched at the armrests. Kara Jade worked furiously at the controls, venting gas and releasing ballast, pushing the Roslyn Dawn as far as she dared.
“If you don’t get it right, the lack of air pressure can burst the gas bladders,” she said to no one in particular. “And that is not a good thing. Kill an Aerokin quick smart. Foolish man, entering the Roil like it’s his right.”
There was another flash, however, this time, they were much further from it. David watched the great ball of fire hurtle past then plummet back down into the Roil. Something else caught his eye, a distant glint in the sky to the south that shot from east to west.
“What’s that?” he asked, pointing south west with a shaking hand.
It rushed past again (or at least he thought it rushed past) and was gone.
“Your imagination,” Kara Jade said. “Now quiet all of you. I need to concentrate.”
“What did you see?” Margaret asked, her voice uneasy.
David looked at her suspiciously. Just what did she know?
“I’m not sure what it was, but it’s gone now.”
Still, David stared south, eyes straining to see through all that murk. But nothing passed that way again.
The shift from Roil to sunlight was abrupt.
David’s eyes watered as he looked out beyond the shuddering edge of the Obsidian Curtain. Rain fell on the hills a hundred miles north of Chapman. A little to the west of those low hills Lake Uhl gleamed. A normal day, an unthreatened day, until he turned his head and the Roil was there behind him.
Even when he did not turn, it remained. Sunshine failed to scour from him what he had seen, the darkness had poisoned his world.
A ball of fire burst from the Roil, sailing past the Roslyn Dawn, it described a steep arc that ended in the deserted suburbs where it struck a building setting it alight, then another and another followed until a whole block blazed.
“Those heat sinks, how did they build them so fast?” Margaret asked. “They weren’t there a few days ago.”
Cadell grinned darkly. “Disturbing, isn’t it? I have my suspicions, Margaret, but none of them are good. Nor are they helpful at this time.” He turned to Kara. “Land this as quickly as you can.”
Kara grunted in response.
“What does he mean?” David asked Margaret. “What does he mean that could make this more disturbing than it already is?”
“Vastkind,” Margaret said. “I think that’s where his thoughts lead him.”
“Vastkind?” Here was something David had never heard of, and Margaret seemed surprised. “Beneath the crust, where all is heat and even the stone melts and becomes a kind of liquid fire – the burning yolk of the world. There the old, old books say, dwells the Vastkind, a proto-roilbeast. An Ur-beast for it is from the fire that the Roil was sprung, whether through the dark designs of the Master Engineers or nature, the books do not know. But they’re big, terribly big.”
David nodded his head and shivered. “I don’t like the sound of that at all. At least, up here, we’re relatively safe.”
“We’re not safe yet, relative or otherwise,” Kara Jade said. “The bastards on the wall have started firing at us.”
She pointed behind her where flags hung from the wall. “Quick, the red and the grey flag and the green one two. Wave them out the port window.”
David grabbed the flags and did as he was to
ld.
The firing stopped, but not before a shell glanced off the starboard nacelle. The Roslyn Dawn moaned.
Kara Jade cursed at that. “Whores of Argent Lane, if they’ve hurt my darling Dawn, the Council of Chapman will pay in blood.”
CHAPMAN FIELD OF FLIGHT
TWO MILES NORTH OF THE ROIL
The Dawn landed gently in the Field of Flight followed by two military Aerokin, their big guns trained upon her as people below hosed cold water on her carapace. It was the longest part of their brief journey. Ships and Aerokin were still arriving for tomorrow’s launch and they had to wait their turn. When at last the Dawn had touched down, the Aerokin gave a great shuddering of relief.
“I know, I know, my darling,” Kara Jade said.
“We all know,” Cadell said.
Upon landing they were subjected to the ice test. David found it just as nerve wracking this time. How could you really know if the Witmoths had infected you? He had heard that the process was agony, but what if it had grown subtler? He was relieved when nothing more than a wet shirtsleeve resulted. Once given the all clear, the military Aerokin pulled away, swinging around to the perimeter of the city.
A crowd of Drifters waited, wide-eyed and cheering.
They think we are heroes, David thought. When all we did was drop in and run. Hero? I have never been more scared in my entire life. There is nothing I would rather be doing right now than running and not stopping until I am as far away from here as possible, and then running some more.
The moment the test was completed Cadell strode towards the city, pushing through the crowd as he went.
“Where are you going?” David shouted and Cadell stopped, his gaze dark and hard. David quailed beneath that glare, wished he had not asked.
“To the Tower of the Council of Engineers. I have seen what I needed to see, and more. The city must be evacuated, not tomorrow or the next day, but now. Get to the hotel and gather your things. We leave as soon as I return. And if I do not return within twenty four hours, leave without me. Get as far from this damn thing as you can, Kara Jade is paid to take you to Hardacre.”
The crowd closed around him and he was gone from sight.
“Be careful,” David said to Cadell’s back.
Kara Jade patted David on the shoulder, almost jovial. She’d just checked over the Aerokin’s wounds and they’d obviously proven not as bad as she’d feared. “He’s just going to the tower. He’ll be fine. It’s not as if he’s walking back into the Roil.”
No, David thought. He’s going to a different sort of trouble. Different but trouble nonetheless.
Blake and Steel came over from their own ships and both slapped Kara Jade’s back heartily.
“Never in my life have I seen such bravery and stupidity,” Blake said, tugging on his beard. “We went up a little and followed you with our scopes. Through the curtain, into the darkness and we thought you dead regardless of the Roslyn Dawn’s genotype. Bravery and stupidity I say, and in equal measure. But then we’ve learnt to expect it from you, and her.”
“We are all stupid being here,” Kara said as she guided the Dawn’s flagella to the docking bollards. David admired the care she used in looking after the Dawn. “It was both brave and stupid indeed, but we have learnt something. The Roil transforms what it touches, it’s what it does, and it has transformed my heart, magnified my fears.” She looked at her two friends and the next words that came were urgent and troubled. “The Roil has amassed a huge army, bigger than anything that I have seen. Just beyond the Obsidian Curtain, obscured in countless spores, is encamped Chapman’s doom.”
“An Army?” Blake shook his head and raised his hands as though to block out the memory of the words. “This is madness, what does the Roil need of an army? Its great cloud is potent enough, this is cruelty itself, when it starts imitating the ways of humans. Still Drift stands above it all, we are not overly threatened.”
Kara’s face tightened and she stabbed a finger at both of them.
“You are fools if you believe that. Without the Groundlings the city of Drift is nothing. Where will we get our food? With whom shall we trade? And when the Roil closes all the lower skies and swallows the entire earth; when there is naught but Roil beneath us, what shall we do?”
Blake’s eyes widened and his face reddened with shame and a little anger.
“You’re right and I know it. But do you have to be so blunt, girl? After all what can we do?”
Steel who had remained silent through all of this now met Kara’s eye and there was a look in her face, a kind of resolve that almost matched the pilot’s. “I think I know,” she said. “This festival should float.”
Kara nodded
“You should take as many people with you as you can. North to Mirrlees or better yet, beyond the Narung Mountains, into Hardacre where it still passes for cold.”
“We cannot take many,” Blake said.
“Take as many as you can. It can never be enough, but that is all we have now. Half measures and slim hope.”
Chapter 43
The Engine is mad. It was built by the mad. What is hubris if not the grandest of madness? Think of it there, in the Distant North. Consider its endless thought and what it might be scheming with its great clockwork mind. Should its thoughts turn south again, distance alone will not save us.
Its thoughts know nothing of the miles, its thoughts take it everywhere.
Deighton – Nights Engines
He’d delayed when he should have run, but to do what they had wanted of him... He’d doubted more than any of them, and Stade had provided ample distraction.
He could not lie to himself. It had been fun. The chase he’d set Stade’s Vergers, which hadn’t been much of a chase, but a peculiar sort of predation. Oh, and the death he’d meted out, telling himself that it was fair and just. And if any innocents got in the way; if they fell; if he killed them. Well, there were no true innocents, and this game was not a game. Sometimes people died, sometimes quite a lot of them.
Cadell had always been the most sentimental of the Old Men. A dangerous shifting sort of sentiment, one that could both justify and mourn the deaths of so many.
The dozens he had slaughtered these past two years, they were nothing to those many who had died because of him.
Cadell approached the Tower of Engineers as though he owned it. Built in the centre of the city it rose above everything, an imitation of the Breaching Spire. At its crown, bordering the central spike, were the two huge Lights of Reason shining into the sky, a few months ago they would have been illuminating clouds now the rains had gone and they seemed almost to touch the stars. Impressive except that in another few weeks, if that, they would be smothered by the Roil.
The lights represented the ideals of Truth and Reason, but Cadell doubted there would be much of either on display inside the Council Chambers. Otherwise Chapman would have been evacuated weeks before. Had Buchan not been exiled he knew with a certainty the city would be empty of all but the mad.
The great doors were locked, but they opened at the touch of his hand, the locks freezing, then shattering.
Two guards stood at the foyer. They raised their rifles.
“That would not be wise,” Cadell said.
“What do you want?” demanded the nearest guard.
“I must speak with the Council.”
The guards exchanged glances. “The Council is in session. Have you made an appointment?”
“Of course not,” Cadell snapped.
“No reason to be so short tempered,” the guard said.
“Every reason,” Cadell said. “The Roil is about to strike. And I must speak to them one and all, the city must be evacuated.”
“On whose authority do you speak?” One of the guards asked, rolling his eyes.
“My own,” Cadell said and lifted his hand so that the ring he wore was easily visible.
Both guards lifted their eyebrows and lowered their guns.
“If
you will excuse me,” one said. “I will have to get someone for you.”
The guard hurried off, leaving his very nervous friend.
“Is it true what you did to those Vergers?”
Cadell flashed a smile. “What do you think?”
Cadell did not have to wait long before the guard returned with a harried looking councillor. “At last,” Cadell said.
“Good evening, sir. I’m Gaffney, councillor medium rank. May I see the ring?”
Cadell growled. “I am growing bored of this.”
“It is just a formality. I have made the study of these rings my life’s work, I know what I am doing, sir.”
Cadell doubted that, but he reached out his hand. The councillor inspected it closely, his eyes almost touching the band. Then he let out a long slow whistle.
“It is indeed the genuine item.” Gaffney took a step back and inspected Cadell with almost the same level of scrutiny he had given the ring. “Which makes you the genuine article. It is an honour and terror to be in your presence. These rings decay when their bearers die, the minnows are sensitive, but this gleams with a brilliance that nothing but living metal can match. We have one in a case, sealed up, but it is not in nearly as good a condition as this. Should anyone touch it, there would be no ring but dust.” Gaffney caught himself. “Of course, you don’t need a lecture on such things. What a beautiful piece of work.”
“It serves its purpose,” Cadell said. “Now, I must meet with the Council.”
Gaffney nodded his head, and folded his hands before him. He motioned to the lift at the back of the foyer. “We are in session, brother Cadell. Will you join me?”
Cadell bowed. “I will indeed, brother Gaffney. There are issues you must be informed of.”
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