The Dreaming Void v-1

by Peter Hamilton

  Afterwards there was a formal reception party, with the Mayor and the Upper Council mixing with the new constables and their families, while ge-monkeys circled the Malfit Hall with trays of drinks. It was scheduled to last an hour. Edeard might have warmed to the graduation ceremony itself, but he planned to be out of the party in under ten minutes.

  'No you don't, Salrana decreed. 'Just look at who's here.

  Edeard frowned round at the people babbling away; the families in their finery, the resplendent Upper Council members. 'Who?

  She gave him a withering look. 'The Pythia for a start. And she noticed me. I felt her farsight on me during the ceremony.

  Edeard took another look round. 'Fair enough, you're the only novice here. She probably thinks you ducked out of your assignments to pick up the free booze.

  Salrana drew herself up. It shifted the fabric of her white and blue robe in a way Edeard couldn't help but notice. If he kept doing that, and kept thinking those accompanying thoughts about how she was growing up, the Lady really would blast him out of existence one day.

  'Edeard you can still be disappointingly childish at times. We are both citizens of Makkathran now; you especially today. Try and act in an appropriate fashion.

  Edeard's mouth dropped open.

  'Now we are going over to thank Grand Master Finitan for sponsoring you, as is the right expression of gratitude, which you do feel; and see if we can be introduced to others in the Upper Council as well. If you're to become Chief Constable, you need to start paying attention to the city's political dynamics.

  'Uh. Yes, Edeard admitted. 'Chief Constable?

  'That's your route onto the Upper Council now you've chosen the constables over a Guild.

  'I've been graduated eight minutes.

  'Those that hesitate, lose. The Lady's book, fifth chapter.

  His lips twitched. 'I knew that.

  'Did you now? Salrana raised an eyebrow. 'I might have to test you later.

  'I've had quite enough of exams these last few weeks, thank you.

  'Poor, Edeard. Come on. She pulled at his hand, all girlish again.

  Grand Master Finitan was talking to a pair of fellow Upper Council members as Edeard and Salrana approached him. He smiled and turned to them. 'Congratulations, my boy. A proud day for you.

  'Yes sir. Thank you again for sponsoring me.

  'Well, it seems to have put me in credit with the Chief Constable. You graduated third in your class. That's an astonishing result for someone unfamiliar with our city.

  'Thank you, sir.

  'Allow me to introduce Masters Graley of the Geography Guild and Imilan of the Chemistry Guild. This is Constable Edeard from the Rulan province; a friend of my old Master.

  'Masters, Edeard bowed formally. Then he saw Salrana pluck at her skirt and hold the fabric up daintily on one side as she performed a peculiar little bow which involved bending her knees and keeping her back straight.

  'And Novice Salrana, Finitan said smoothly. 'Also from Rulan.

  'A pleasure, Imilan said.

  Edeard didn't care for the way the Master's eyes lingered on Salrana.

  'You're a long way from home, Novice, the Master said.

  'No sir, she said in a polite tone. 'Makkathran is my home now.

  'Well said, Novice, Finitan said. 'I wish all our citizens were as appreciative of their city as you are.

  'Now Finitan, Graley chided. 'This is not the day.

  'Apologies. Finitan inclined his head at the youngsters. 'So Edeard, have you had a run in with our criminal element yet?

  'A few, sir, yes.

  'He's being very modest, sir, Salrana said. 'He led his squad after some thieves in the Silvarum market. He recovered the stolen items, as well.

  Edeard shifted awkwardly under the scrutiny of all three Masters.

  'And are these miscreants now labouring away at the Tram-pello mine to pay for their crime? Imilan asked.

  'No sir, Edeard admitted. 'They got away. That time. They won't again.

  'I imagine they won't, Finitan said with an edge of amusement. 'Come along, Edeard, let me introduce you to the Mayor. It's about time he saw an honourable man again.

  'Sir?

  'Old joke. We often clash in Council. He signalled them to follow him. 'Not over anything important to the lives of real people, of course.

  The Mayor of Makkathran was talking to the Pythia just beside the little platform where he'd handed out the epaulettes. If he was bored or annoyed to be introduced to a new constable he didn't show it; Edeard had never encountered a mind so perfectly shielded. Not that he paid much attention. He was entranced by the Pythia. He'd been expecting some ancient woman, full of grandmotherly warmth. Instead, he was disconcerted to find the Pythia retained the beauty of a woman still awaiting her half-century. A beauty only emphasized by her gold-trimmed white robe with its flowing hood which she wore forward, casting her face in a slight shadow.

  Salrana did her strange bow again to the Pythia.

  'The Lady's blessing upon you my child, the Pythia said. She sounded bored in that way Makkathran's aristocracy always did when they had to deal with those they considered to be of a lower order. Which wasn't what Edeard expected from a Pythia. Then she turned her attention to him. Startling light-blue eyes fixed on him, surrounded by a mass of thick bronze hair twined with gold and silver leaves. The eyes narrowed in judgement, which Edeard found heartbreaking. He felt like he'd disappointed her, which was a terrible thing. Then she smiled, banishing his worry. 'Now you are interesting, Constable, she said.

  'My Lady? he stammered. He could somehow feel the Pythia's farsight upon him, as if she were picking through his mind. There was something disconcertingly intimate about the contact. And she was very beautiful. Merely a yard away. Her half-smile open and inviting.

  Salrana made a groaning sound in her throat.

  'I'm not quite that exalted, the Pythia said lightly. 'There is only one true Lady. My usual form of address is Dear Mother.

  'I apologize, Dear Mother.

  'Think nothing of it. You've come a long way to get here, and you still have a long way to travel.

  'I do?

  But the Pythia had turned to face Finitan. 'What a fascinating young friend you have, Grand Master.

  'I'm pleased you think so, Pythia.

  'So young, yet so strong.

  The way she said it sent a shudder of felonious delight down Edeard's spine. He didn't dare glance in her direction; instead he fixed his gaze on the Mayor, who was frowning.

  'Do you foresee great things for him? Finitan asked jovially.

  The Pythia turned to stare directly at Edeard, an act he couldn't ignore, not in a group like this, not without appearing extraordinarily rude. He tried to return the look, but found it incredibly difficult.

  'Your potential is very strong, she said. There was an almost teasing quality to her voice. 'Do you follow the Lady's teachings, Constable Edeard?

  'I try my best, Dear Mother.

  'I'm sure you do. May She bless your endeavours in your new duties.

  Edeard almost didn't hear her. A movement behind Finitan had caught his eye. In horror, he watched Mistress Florell heading towards them, all black chiffon and wide veils hanging from a tall hat. His dismay must have leaked out. As one, Finitan, the Mayor, and the Pythia turned to acknowledge the approaching grande dame.

  'Aunt! the Mayor exclaimed happily. 'How lovely of you to come.

  'He's the one, Mistress Florell declared in her scratchy voice. 'The young hooligan who nearly knocked me to the ground.

  'Now Aunt.

  'Take his epaulettes away, she snapped imperiously. 'He's not fit to serve this city. Time was we used to have men of good character in the constables, the sons of noblemen.

  The Mayor gave Edeard a half-apologetic look. 'What happened, Constable?

  'I was pursuing some thieves, sir. Mistress Florell came out of a building. I went round…

  'Ha! Tried to run over me, mor
e like.

  'Come come, Aunt. The lad was obviously just doing his job a conscientious chap like this is just what we need. Suppose the thieves had snatched your bag, wouldn't you want him to give chase?

  'Nobody would steal my bag, she snapped.

  'I am sorry for any distress, Edeard said desperately. The horrible old woman just wouldn't listen.

  The Mayor shuffled round to stand between Mistress Florell and Edeard, flicking his fingers in a go away motion. Edeard did a kind of half bow and backed away fast, accompanied by Salrana and Finitan.

  'Aunt, you know it's bad for you to dwell on such trivia. Now some of these Mindalla estate fortified wines are really quite lovely, you must try— There was a note of tired desperation in the Mayor's voice.

  Finitan smiled broadly as they hurried off. 'Thank you, Edeard: these reception parties are normally quite tedious.

  'Er… Yes, sir.

  'Oh come now, this is your graduation day. Don't let that daft old bat spoil it for you. She's embarrassingly well connected, as would you be if you clung to life for so long. Wouldn't surprise me if she did drink the blood of virgins after all. Your pardon, Novice.

  'I've heard of Mistress Florell, sir, Salrana said.

  'Everyone in the city has, Finitan said. 'That's why she thinks she's so important, instead of just old and obnoxious. He put his hand on Edeard's shoulder. 'And I say that as her great-great-nephew, myself. Twice removed, thankfully.

  'Thank you, sir, Edeard said.

  'Now off you go and enjoy yourselves. And, Edeard, when the time comes for you to apply for promotion to officer rank, come and see me again. I'll be happy to sign the letter.

  'Sir? Edeard asked incredulously.

  'You heard. Now be off with the pair of you. It's a bold bad city out there. Have fun!

  Edeard didn't need telling again. He and Salrana made for the Hall's big archway which led out to the antechambers.

  'Hey Edeard, Macsen called, hurrying to intercept. 'Where are you off to?

  'Just out, Edeard said. He didn't even want to glance over his shoulder in case Mistress Florell was looking his way.

  Macsen reached them, and skidded to a halt. 'Mother and Dybal are taking me to the Rakas restaurant to celebrate. It's an open invitation to my squadmates as well. Macsen stopped, and smiled at Salrana. 'Novice, I had no idea Edeard kept such pleasant company. He gave Edeard an expectant look, ever the injured party.

  'This is Novice Salrana, from my home village, Edeard said sulkily.

  'That is one village I am definitely going to have to visit. Macsen bowed deeply.

  'Why is that, Constable? she asked.

  'To see if all the girls there are as beautiful as yourself.

  She laughed. Edeard groaned, glaring in warning at Macsen.

  'The invitation to Rakas is of course extended to the friends of my squadmates, Novice.

  'The friends accept with thanks, she said primly. 'But only if you stop calling me Novice.

  'It will be my delight, Salrana. And I will also beg you tell of Edeard's early life. It would seem he's been keeping secrets from us. Those who entrust our lives to him, no less.

  'Shocking, she agreed. 'I will entertain such a request if correctly made.

  'Salrana! a horrified Edeard exclaimed.

  'Excellent, Macsen said. 'I'll arrange another gondola for our party. Now Edeard, where is Kanseen?

  Edeard glowered at his so-called friend.

  'Edeard? Salrana prompted with a jab to his ribs.

  'Over there. Edeard said it without having to concentrate; through his farsight he was automatically aware of all his squadmates — a trait Chae was always trying to emphasize. He pointed to where Kanseen was chatting to a heavily pregnant woman and a man in a smart tunic with the crest of the Shipwright's Guild. 'Her sister came to the ceremony. They're catching up.

  'No sign of her mother, then, poor thing, Macsen said sadly. 'Ah well, I'll go and ask her.

  'Boyd's family are all here, Edeard said.

  'And we'll yet sink under the weight of Dinlay's relatives, Macsen concluded. 'So it's just us precious few left. See you at the Outer Circle Canal mooring in ten minutes.

  'What did you say that for? Edeard asked as Macsen walked over to Kanseen.

  Salrana cocked her head to one side and gave him a very haughty look. 'It was a gesture of honest friendship. Why should I not accept?

  'He was flirting with you.

  She grinned. 'Wasn't he just.

  'You're a Novice!

  'We are not professional virgins, Edeard. I seem to remember us kissing. And more, wasn't there a discussion about my age and when you would be ready to bed me?

  Edeard turned bright red. His farsight tried to sense sparks of interest in those standing closest — either they could shield too well, or they hadn't overheard. One thing was sure, she wouldn't back down. She never has. Her voice would only grow louder if he persisted. 'I don't wish to recall that day too closely if you don't mind. However, if I've offended you I apologize. I still think of you as my charge, especially after all we have been through. Which is why I overreacted with Macsen. Truly, Salrana, he's had more girls than I have socks.

  Her smile was forgiving. 'I've seen your wardrobe. You only have two pairs of socks.

  'I do not!

  'And they have holes in them. So you just concentrate on worrying about yourself, Edeard. I know and understand all about Macsen and boys like him. That's why he's perfectly harmless.

  'He's perfectly charming.

  'It's not a crime, you know. Perhaps if you showed a little more charm, then you could boast more conquests.

  'Charm, eh? He bent his arm, and extended it towards her. 'May I escort you to the mooring, Novice Salrana.

  'Why thank you, Constable Edeard. You may indeed. She linked her arm through his, and allowed him to lead her out of the Hall.

  * * * * *

  The Rakas restaurant was in the Abad district; which meant a gondola ride down the Great Major Canal. It was the first time Edeard had ever been in one of the elegant black boats. He didn't have the coinage to travel in them ordinarily. Money clearly wasn't an issue with Dybal.

  The errant musician was everything Edeard had expected. Wild black hair reaching halfway down his back, barely contained by red leather bands which gave it a peculiar ropy appearance. A long face with weather-beaten creases and sunken cheeks above a narrow jaw; but with brown-gold eyes that always seemed to be seeing the funny side of life as they peeped over narrow blue-lens glasses. His whole mental aura was agreeable, akin to that of a carefree adolescent rather than a man well over a hundred. Just being able to say hello and shake hands was enough to banish Edeard's lingering dismay over Mistress Florell. As their little group assembled at the moorings, Dybal made them all feel welcome, even though they'd never met him before. He instinctively knew the right note to take with each of them.

  'Come on then, he said loudly once they were all present, and led them down the steps. His clothes were large, even though he was improbably slender for his age. Edeard imagined they needed to be that big to contain his ebullience, he certainly achieved the whole larger than life image effortlessly enough. Strident voice, big arm gestures, fur-lined velvet jacket, paisley-pattern shirt and leather trousers, their colours mimicking those of the Musician's Guild — or, more likely, a deliberate mockery of them. Edeard was only slightly disappointed the musician wasn't carrying his guitar; he wanted to hear the songs of rebellion which stoked up Makkathran's youth.

  Dybal took the first gondola along with Macsen, and Bijulee, Macsen's mother. Edeard watched him talk to the gondolier, holding the man's hand between his own two palms, squeezing intently. Both men laughed, the kind of low merriment which usually came from a dirty joke. Dybal took his seat beside Bijulee, while the still-smiling gondola pushed off.

  'That is Macsen's mother? Kanseen asked as they settled on the middle bench in their own gondola.

  'Yeah, Edeard said. And to thin
k, a few minutes earlier he'd believed the Pythia was an attractive older woman. 'Macsen introduced me just before you arrived. Which had gone a long way to making his world a better place.

  'Can't be, Kanseen declared as their gondola slipped out onto the Great Major Canal. 'That would mean she had him when she was what… ten? She looks like she's my age, for the Lady's sake.

  Edeard sat back on the bench, smiling. He was so content he came this close to putting his arm round Salrana, who was sitting next to him. 'Do I hear the little voice of envy, there, Constable?

  'You hear the little voice of disbelief, Kanseen muttered.

  'Perhaps it's his sister, and I misheard.

  'How does she keep her skin so fresh? It's got to be some ointment only available to the rich.

  'Maybe she imports it direct from Nikran.

  Kanseen pulled a face.

  'You two, Salrana laughed. 'You're like an old married couple.

  Edeard and Kanseen carefully avoided each other's gaze. The gondola had already reached Birmingham Pool, the big junction at the top of the Grand Central Canal. From Edeard's position, the entire circle of water seemed to be full of gondolas, dodging round each other as they slipped in and out of the various canals emptying into the Pool. He did his best not to flinch. None of the gondoliers were slowing down, they just seemed to instinctively know where to go. Craft slipped past them, close enough to touch if he'd been brave enough to stretch out an arm. Then they arrived at the head of the Grand Central Canal, and their gondolier gave a hard push on his punt.

  The first thing Edeard looked at was the mooring on his right where the thieves had escaped. He caught Kanseen looking at it too. She gave a tiny shrug. Then he forgot all about it, and really enjoyed the view. At the top end of the city, along the Silvarum, Haxpen and Padua districts, the canal was lined with some of the grandest buildings in Makkathran; palaces up to ten storeys high, with huge windows, facades a swirl of colour in weird patterns. Turrets, belvederes, and spires produced a serrated skyline. Ge-eagles bigger than any Edeard had ever sculpted flew in lazy circles around the pinnacles, keeping watch on the approaches to each magnificent family seat. Kanseen pointed out some of them: the palace that was home to the Mayor's family, the ziggurat where Rah and the Lady were supposed to have lived — now home to the Culverit family who claimed direct lineage. She whispered about one red-tinged facade where Macsen's father had lived. When Edeard glanced at the gondola in front, both Macsen and Bijulee were looking in the opposite direction.