The Void Trilogy 3-Book Bundle

by Peter F. Hamilton

  Changed his mind, my ass, Edeard thought. The nest couldn’t have been more blatant if they’d bludgeoned Timath with a wooden club. They want me to know. They want to see what I’ll do.

  It was surprisingly easy to work out some of Tathal’s possible weaknesses. Edeard put Argian on tracking down Constatin’s final movements. If he’d left any trace, any impression with people along his route to the Blue Fox, Argian would find it. Edeard at least expected Argian to find out roughly at which point he’d vanished. That would allow him to check the memory within the city structure. Any gaps would be as incriminating as seeing Constatin being abducted by members of the nest.

  His second possibility was the other missing people. Golbon and Jaralee had been bemused at first. It was an odd request, seeing if they could tie in anyone who had gone missing during the last few years to the nest’s business deals, but they soon set to cross-referencing files. It was what they excelled at, and they had begun to enjoy the scent of the chase again. They even talked about bringing back other members of the old committee.

  That left just the last two leads. They were the ones he needed to follow personally. And without a great deal of surprise, his first one took only three hours to confirm. After all, a station captain led a busy life. Especially Dinlay, who structured his days with meetings and inspections and appointments with civic notables and even made sure he went out on patrol with his officers three times a week. That left his wife with a lot of time to fill during the day.

  Edeard floated in the middle of a transport tube, eyes closed, drifting along slowly as he kept pace with Gealee. She moved through Lillylight’s central streets, wandering in and out of shops. Midmorning was taken up with meeting her girlfriends in a coffeehouse for gossip and admiring one another’s morning purchases. Edeard didn’t use farsight; rather, he pulled the images directly from the city’s substance, feeling the weight of her high heels walking along, receiving the splash of color her bright orange and black coat made amid the throng, hearing her voice growing sharp with shopgirls, the scent of her perfume wafting through the air. Then, just before midday, she walked over Steen Canal into Abad, where she went into one of the little cylindrical cottages behind the Jarcon family’s mansion. It was the home of the family’s second farrier, a hulking twenty-three-year-old with thick ebony hair that tumbled down over his shoulders. Gealee particularly liked twining her fingers through that hair while her lusty beau pounded away on top of her on the bed, on the lounge floor, on the awkward stairs …

  “Missing your honeymoon already?” Edeard asked.

  Gealee didn’t start or feign surprise when he emerged from the shadows of a deep alcove on Spinwell Lane, a dark narrow passage barely a couple of yards wide in some places. She was using it as a quiet shortcut back to Steen Canal.

  Instead, she took the moment to adjust her wide-brimmed hat. “Did you enjoy watching?” she retorted.

  “Not really. Dinlay is one of my oldest friends.”

  “And I’m his wife. I am quite devoted in that respect. He wants for nothing, I assure you.”

  “Did Tathal tell you to make sure of that? Did you even have a choice?”

  Her lips pushed together into a pout as she gave him a shrewd glance. “Clever,” she said with a reluctant sigh. “But then, I never did think you got to be Waterwalker by brute strength alone. How did you know?”

  “Tathal knew I was going to put myself forward for Mayor. I trust the people Dinlay has spoken to about making up my team, just as I trust Dinlay and the master and mistress of Sampalok. That leaves you.”

  “Well done. But it doesn’t really help you, does it?”

  “I’m not sure. How do you think Dinlay will react when I tell him you used domination on him?”

  Gealee laughed. “Oh, but we didn’t; that’s the beauty of it. I’m his type. You know that well enough; you’ve seen all his wives and the girlfriends between. All we needed to do was put me in the same room as him and wait. It was inevitable. Actually, he’s quite endearing—for someone his age. So dedicated to the rule of law, to you.”

  “You leave Dinlay alone. Do you understand?”

  “You want me to leave him? To break his heart? Once more?”

  “I want you to wait a decent interval until he realizes he’s made another mistake.”

  “Why don’t you just tell him? A true friend would.” She tilted her head to one side, regarding him thoughtfully. “You don’t know what to do about us, do you? Which means you know you can’t defeat us.”

  “You’re the ones who think in those terms.”

  “We’re the same as you. The only difference is that we’re family, not loners. Why don’t you join us? You know we’re the future. Why else are so many of us appearing? It is our time. You can’t argue against that. But you can play such a large part in birthing a new world, a new way of life. That’s what you were sent here to do; that’s why you’re the first: to lead the way.”

  “We cannot split society between those who have and those who don’t. People the Lady has blessed with an exceptional talent have a duty to use it for the greater benefit. I’ve seen what happens when the ruling group begins to think only of itself. You weren’t even born, but that’s what Makkathran was like when I arrived. Your way of thinking isn’t the future; it’s the dead past. You have despoiled your gift; that is what I will end.”

  Her smile became cold. “Join us.”

  The command was so strong that Edeard’s eyes actually watered; it was like having a needle of ice penetrate his brain. “Ladyfuck.” He staggered backward struggling to shield his mind.

  Gealee made no move, no attempt to follow up her demand. “You see, Waterwalker? That was just me, and I’m not even the strongest of us. Do you really think anyone can resist the entire nest?”

  He shook the stupor from his head, staring at her with a mixture of anger and fright.

  “Now that you’ve found out what I am, I can hardly spy on you anymore,” she said in a chillingly level tone. “I’m going to return to the nest now. You’re Dinlay’s friend: You tell him why he doesn’t have a wife anymore.” She adjusted her orange and black coat and walked off down the alley, her heels making loud clicks on the pavement.

  Edeard watched her go, still shaken. His trembling palm wiped cold sweat from his brow. So much for using her to expose a weakness. But it did illustrate the lengths the nest would go to in order to find out what he was doing, what he was capable of. And he had one ability left of which they had no clue. The ultimate sanction. If I have to use it, I won’t be so brutal as before. I’ll go back and try to reason with Tathal, to persuade him to share his talent before he becomes a selfish power seeker. Somehow the notion didn’t leave him feeling as confident as it should have, mainly because there was only one person left to ask about the origin of the nest’s leader. He really didn’t want to do that, but there weren’t a whole lot of choices left.

  With three days left until the Skylords arrived, the throng around the towers of Eyrie was so tightly packed that any movement within the district was becoming difficult. Some families resolutely refused to move on, setting up camp with enough food to see themselves through the duration. Constables struggled to keep pathways open. Mothers and their Novices suffered abuse for not allowing the eager aspirants up into the towers. The Mayor’s appeals for calm and tolerance went completely unheeded. After all, none of the visitors had voted for him or even against him. He wasn’t their authority figure.

  Edeard sat under a canvas awning and wove a seclusion haze around himself as his gondolier sailed past the edge of the district. It was early evening, and the smell of food cooking on open fires trickled across the canal. Open fires were of course banned in Makkathran. He gritted his teeth and ignored the violations. Something was going to have to be done about the stopover visitors before the next Skylords arrived. But right now he had something a lot more important, not to mention personal.

  The gondola traveled the length of Great Major
Canal to Forest Pool. Edeard alighted at a mooring platform. He could just see the ships berthed at the docks, their sails furled amid a forest of rigging. Natran had confided to him that the number of passengers his ships were bringing in for guidance had risen sevenfold over the last eighteen months. Some fleet captains were talking about commissioning a whole new class of ship, one without any cargo holds, just to bring people in from the farthest coastal cities.

  There were times when Edeard believed half of Querencia’s population was on the move to Makkathran so they might ascend from the towers. He watched the ships for a while before admitting to himself he was just finding excuses. He turned his back on the docks and walked into Myco.

  The House of Blue Petals was open, but this early in the evening there were hardly any customers. As always, there were two burly men at the big front door. They gave him a very surprised look when he walked past them but said nothing. He sensed their urgent direct longtalk up to the office above.

  His third hand pushed the door open. He wondered just how many times he’d come to this place over the years. How many confrontations had there been by now? Weariness and malice mingled to produce a rogue thought: I should just demolish this place, get the city to make a park. But the nest probably would reverse the action.

  Ranalee was waiting, hair perfectly styled in narrow curves, long pale-gray dress of fine-knit wool. The soft fabric clung to her, revealing a belly heavy from the fifth month of pregnancy.

  It was a sight that brought Edeard up short. All the words he’d rehearsed, ready to snap at her, withered away.

  She caught his surprise and smiled complacently. “Dear Edeard, is something the matter?”

  “I … didn’t know.” He waved a hand toward her, embarrassed, mainly at himself.

  “And why should you? You have a city to run.” She poured some wine and held the glass out to him. “It’s a lovely Sousax; try it. I can’t have any myself, not in this delicate condition.”

  “No thank you.”

  “Afraid I’m trying to poison you?”

  He sighed. “No.”

  Her smile turned mocking, and she let out a theatrical moan as she sank down into a long settee. “Then why are you here? Kristabel not interested in you anymore? I have several truly lovely girls at the moment, and they’re all very discreet.”

  “Don’t push me, Ranalee.”

  “I’m trying to be helpful.”

  “Then tell me about Tathal.”

  Her glance slipped down to her full belly. “What about him?”

  “Did you ever …” Then he realized why she was looking at her unborn and groaned. “Oh, Lady, it’s not?”

  “Of course it’s his.” Her hand touched the bulge fondly. “He is stronger than you in so many ways. My own deceits were nothing before him; he saw through me so easily, swifter than you ever did. But he forgave me: He allowed me to join the nest, and in return I taught him my art.”

  Edeard examined what he could of her thoughts shimmering beneath a thick shield. The gaps were the tops of chasms opening into darkness. It was as if her head were filled with ebony shadow. That wasn’t Ranalee. “He used domination on you.”

  Her smile was one of sensual recollection. The shadows began to take shape, revealing themselves as the nest members. They engulfed her, obliterating sight, sound. She couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out. Then she was suddenly no longer alone in the darkness. He was there with her. Fear was surpassed by consummate pleasure. She welcomed it, turning to the source, weeping her gratitude. “It was so exciting to see all I’d hoped for finally come to pass. His strength is intoxicating, Edeard. He is raw, like you used to be, but not the shackled fool that you were. He is free and unafraid. My child will be as glorious as his father.”

  “That’s not you talking.”

  “Wrong as always, Edeard. I didn’t need the encouragement the others of the nest received. My thoughts already ran along these paths. He held my hand and took me exactly where I wanted to go. That was a kindness you never showed.”

  “So you taught him domination.”

  “He already knew. I simply showed him subtlety where all he had before was crude strength.”

  “Lady! Do you have any idea what you’ve helped create? What you’ve let loose on the rest of us?”

  Her hands tightened on the bulge. “Yes,” she hissed. “I’m not blinded by him, Edeard. I’m not like the rest of the nest. I admire him. I belong with him, and he knows that; why else would he take me as consort? My child will be a part of Querencia’s future, a big part.” She laughed. “Perhaps he will even be stronger than his father.”

  “Your dream,” he said brokenly. “But he’s taken it for his own.”

  “Join us, Edeard,” she said, leaning forward eagerly. “This could be your moment, your real triumph.”

  He turned and walked for the door. “You know the answer to that.”

  “Yes.” She paused. “Thankfully, not all of your family is as stupid and reactionary as you.”

  He stopped, knowing he was doing exactly what she wanted. A puppet to her manipulations again. “What do you mean?”

  Her answer was a triumphant smile. “I told you once we would have your blood.”

  “What have you done?”

  “I have done nothing. But all children leave their parents behind eventually. You know this in your heart.”

  People turned around to look in astonishment as the Waterwalker slid up through the solid pavement of Boldar Avenue. None of them said anything; none of them moved. They simply watched as he strode purposefully to the door of Apricot Cottage, his black cloak flapping as if a hurricane were blowing. Only then did he notice their placid interest, the identical calmness. The residents of Boldar Avenue belonged to the nest.

  Edeard sensed them inside, upstairs in the big lounge. Marilee and Analee were with them, their thoughts content, fluttering with excitement. Not quite their thoughts as they used to be.

  Edeard was enraged; his third hand smashed down the front door. He marched up the stairs.

  Tathal had a knowing smile on his lips as Edeard burst into the lounge; it was echoed by the faces of the nest. Marilee and Analee wore it, too. They were standing on either side of Tathal: Marilee with her head resting on his shoulder, Analee with her arm around his waist.

  “Undo it,” Edeard demanded.

  Tathal gave Analee an indolent look, then glanced around at Marilee. “No,” he said. Marilee smiled adoringly up at him.

  “I will destroy you.”

  “If you could, you would have done so by now. This was all the proof I needed. Besides, your daughters were almost a part of us already. They had learned to share.”

  “Don’t be cross, Daddy,” Marilee urged.

  “Be happy for us.”

  “This is so wonderful.”

  “Belonging like this.”

  “Now everyone can share and grow like we always did.”

  “Everyone will be happy together.”

  Tears threatened to blind Edeard. “You did this to them.”

  “We are together,” Tathal said. “We are happy.”

  “Because you tell everyone to be.” Edeard was certain he wouldn’t stand a chance against them if he went on the offensive. That didn’t leave him much choice.

  “Please, Waterwalker, join us, join me; you and I are equals. As Mayor, you can make the transition so smooth, so painless.”

  “Not a chance, as the Lady is my witness.”

  Tathal took a slow step forward. “You’ve already done it once.”

  “What?”

  “I’ve been so curious. Exactly what is your power? Is it more than communing with the city? We all have that now.”

  “Give this up,” Edeard said. “Now. I will not ask again.”

  “So curious.” He took another step forward. “You know you cannot defeat us, yet you make threats. I see through you. You believe, you truly believe, you have the upper hand.” He cocked his head to one s
ide, regarding Edeard in fascination. “What is it? What have I not got?”

  “My daughters first.”

  “I saw something when I studied you at Colfal’s shop. There was a certainty about you, a confidence that I’ve never seen in anyone before. You think yourself unassailable. Why?”

  It was all Edeard could do not to shrink away as Tathal moved closer still; it was like a kitten being stalked by a fil-rat. “Let. Them. Go. Free.”

  “I’ve already seen what happens if you win,” Tathal murmured.

  “What?”

  “Your words. Spoken in the seconds before you slaughtered Owain and his conspirators. I have watched the memory of the chamber below the Spiral Tower many times. You were impressively brutal, Waterwalker. Even Mistress Florrel was ripped apart by that frightening gun. An old woman, though not a harmless one, I imagine. But what did you mean by that? I have been sorely puzzled. You spoke as if you’d seen the future.”

  Edeard said nothing. He was too shocked by the revelation of his dreadful act being uncovered.

  “Is that it?” Tathal asked. “Is that your secret? Your timesense?” A frown creased his handsome young face. “But no. If you could see the future, you would know what I am, what I am to become.”

  “You are to become nothing.”

  “What are you?”

  Edeard screamed as the question seared its way into his brain, falling like acid on every nerve fiber. He had to confess. Every member of the nest had joined his or her mind to Tathal’s, offering strength to the compulsion. Third hands closed around him, crushing his body, suffocating him. Their thoughts began to seep into his mind, corroding his free will.

  He didn’t have time to be neat and clever, nor did he have the time to summon up the focus to go far. He thought of when he was free—they allowed him that—the moments before he broke down the door to the Apricot Cottage. And reached for that—

  Edeard gasped for breath as he slid up through the pavement of Boldar Avenue. Everyone was turning to stare at him, their heads filled with identical placid thoughts. Above him, the nest awaited.