Abarat: Absolute Midnight

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by Clive Barker


  Almost everywhere Mater Motley’s roving eye traveled it fell upon sights that would have sickened and appalled a compassionate spirit, but that filled her with a venomous joy. It wasn’t only for herself that she felt this joy. There were other eyes watching how her plan to unknit the order of the Abarat proceeded: the eyes of beings ancient and insatiable, whose presence she had only glimpsed as a monumental, limitless shadow thrown across or beyond what was neither space nor substance, presence nor absence. At some time not far from now they would show themselves, she knew. They would descend out of their mystery and be seen, here in the Abarat. And on that day she would be elevated to the highest throne for the services she had done them.

  Meanwhile, she had another order of business to observe: the arrests. Her stitchling legions had already reached many of the islands. Already Mater Motley had seen the arrests of hundreds of individuals who would have caused, had they not been arrested, conflict and rebellion in the future. She’d seen the possibility in the visions the Powers That Be had allowed her to witness, and it was a future she had vowed to keep from coming into being. On the dark side of Scoriae she had, many weeks ago, ordered a camp to be built where all these agitators and troublemakers would be kept. It was a rudimentary place. The huts that had been hastily built to have the arrestees stripped of their personal belongings—jewelry, wallets, expensive shoes—and their presence recorded did not keep out the cold wind that incessantly blew so close to the Edge of the World. The camp had very little healthy drinking water, and the supplies the inmates had been given to make soup with were laughably inadequate, but Mater Motley saw no purpose in giving comfort and nourishment to people she was going to have executed within hours.

  Meanwhile, the number of arrests continued to grow. Every outsider, every radical, every dealer in visions and hope—in short, anyone who had ever stood against her in word or deed, or that she suspected of one day doing so—was taken from their homes and family without explanation, and interned in the camp at Scoriae.

  The Old Mother was well pleased.

  Chapter 43

  Dark Waters

  THE TASK OF RESCUING the survivors from the turbulent waters around The Great Head had quickly degenerated into chaos, as people struggling in the water converged on The Piper from all directions and attempted to clamber aboard. Within two or three minutes of arriving at the scene The Piper was carrying more than its limit of passengers, and listing badly to starboard.

  “We have to get out of here, Candy!” Eddie said. “We’re over the limit for passengers, Candy. They’re going to sink us! Are you listening to me?”

  Candy stood frozen in place.

  “Okay, fine. Then I’ll just go tell some drowned people we’ll be joining them soon.”

  Candy continued staring off into the starless, moonless, cloudless sky, her body convulsed by little spasms.

  “Malingo?” Eddie hollered. “I think there’s something wrong with Candy. She’s having a vision or a fit or something! Get over here, will you?” As he yelled he shoved his diminutive foot into the middle of the same brutish face of a man he’d shoved back into the water just a few moments before. “Can’t you take a hint, mate?” he bawled, “There! Is! No! More! Room!” He put all the strength in his body into making sure that this time the man stayed down. “Who’s at the wheel?”

  “We are!” came a chorus of Johns from the wheelhouse.

  “We have to get out of here!” Eddie yelled.

  “He’s right!” Gazza shouted. “Much more of this and we’re going to be flipped over.”

  “Just get this crawfiddlin’ thing moving,” Eddie said.

  “There’s people in the water right in front of us,” Mischief said.

  “They’ll get out of the way when they see us coming!” Eddie yelled back.

  “We can’t just—”

  “Gazza! Get to the wheelhouse and take over from that gaggle of idiot heads that some gene-deficient woman had the misfortune to carry to the tragedy of birth.”

  “You are despicable, you know that?” John Mischief said. “Nobody put you in charge here. You’re just an actor.”

  “Oh no, that was just a role I was playing!” Eddie said. “I’m a man of action. I get things done. You and your brothers just talk, talk, talk. All the time. Talk, talk, talk.”

  The John Brothers said nothing. Except Serpent, of course, who couldn’t help himself.

  “Your time will come,” he murmured to Eddie.

  “Well?” Eddie yelled.

  “I’m in the wheelhouse,” Gazza hollered. “They gave up the wheel.”

  “Good,” Eddie said. “Now get us out of this mess.”

  “I’m working on it.”

  “How’s Candy doing?” Eddie asked Malingo.

  It wasn’t Malingo who replied. It was Candy.

  “Lordy Lou. She’s still with me!”

  “Who?” said Malingo.

  “Boa. Who else?”

  “She’s here with you now? In your head?”

  “No. But we’re still connected somehow. She just pulled me into her head. I don’t even think she meant to. I saw through her eyes for a moment. She was in some place filled with bones. Then—I don’t know how—we moved on.”

  “Who’s we?”

  “She has Finnegan,” Candy said. She put her hand up to her head. “I saw him right beside me. No, not me, her. Beside her. I’m all backward.”

  “You said they moved on?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where to?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Hazard a guess?”

  Candy closed her eyes.

  “Carrion built her a place to play . . .”

  “Play?”

  “Magic games. Oh—it’s Huffaker!”

  “And you think that’s where she took Finnegan?”

  Before Candy could reply The Piper’s engines made a guttural growl, and the boat surged forward perhaps twice its length before the engine made a second sound, far less healthy than the first, and the vessel shuddered to a halt.

  “No!” Eddie yelled. “No! No! NO! This is not the place to lose power, Gazza! Get this hog-boned boat moving.”

  “Then stop cursing at us,” said John Mischief. “And make yourself useful. There’s nothing wrong at the helm. And the engine’s still going. Something’s jamming the propeller. Gazza, can you find out what it is?”

  Gazza gave a quick “Aye, aye, Captain,” and raced toward the propeller. Peering into the water he said, “It’s just some piece of trash wrapped around the propeller. I’ll cut it away and—”

  The boat lurched. First to port, then to starboard, then to port again, this time so deeply it took on water. All the desperate creatures they’d tried to leave behind had swum in pursuit of them, and they, plus a hundred others, had grabbed hold of The Piper.

  This time there would be no saving the ship. This time she was going down, taking everyone aboard with her to feed the fishes.

  Chapter 44

  Pariah

  THE PIPER HAD PLAYED its last tune. Its boards creaked and cracked as one desperate soul after another sought to save themselves from the seething, bloody waters of the Izabella. They were already littered with the bodies of those who had died in the collapse of The Great Head or had fallen prey to the countless beasts that had risen from the depths with the Requiax. Terror had made them mindless and merciless, clawing at one another as they attempted to clamber up onto the boat, even though it was lurching wildly.

  “This is the end,” Malingo said. “Candy, I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have ended like this. What am I saying? It should never have ended. I thought we would go on forever, I really did.”

  “It’s not over yet!” Gazza said. “Look up! Look up!”

  Everyone did as Gazza instructed. Nine or ten winged constructions that looked like the skeletons of vast birds, were circling high above The Piper. Their broad skulls were crowned with elaborately woven ziggurats of blazing bone, their win
gs, fully twenty feet wide, gilded by firelight.

  And in the many ribbed bodies of these extraordinary mechanisms, lying flat along their midsections, were their pilots. One of which was Geneva.

  “Candy! Be ready!”

  “Geneva?”

  “Of course!”

  “It is!”

  Candy could scarcely believe what she was seeing, but there she was, Geneva Peachtree, lying in the long cage of the bone-glider’s body.

  “I couldn’t leave you to die!” Geneva yelled. “But I needed help!”

  “You’d better be quick!” Gazza hollered. “We’re going down fast.”

  “Geneva, be careful,” Candy shouted. “Don’t get pulled down! These people—”

  “Smallest first!” Geneva ordered. “Malingo, pick up Eddie!”

  “Now?”

  “Now!”

  What happened next was so fast and so extraordinary Candy could scarcely believe it was happening. Two of the fliers swooped down toward The Piper, as Malingo lifted a protesting Eddie up—

  “Put me down!”

  —first onto his shoulders, and then—

  “I don’t need help, geshrat!”

  That was all he had time to say. The fliers were carrying between them a hammock, which scooped Eddie up like a fish in a net, lifting him into the air. Their burden was nowhere near heavy enough to prevent them from rising again with their catch.

  “You’re next, Candy,” Geneva yelled.

  “No, it has to be Gazza! I won’t go until he goes.”

  Geneva knew she had no time to argue with the girl, so she didn’t even try.

  “Gazza it is!” she said.

  “Wait!” Gazza protested. “Don’t I get to have—”

  “An opinion?” Geneva yelled.

  “Yes!”

  “No! You’ve only got one chance at this!”

  Two more fliers swooped down, needing to drop lower this time, not only because Gazza wasn’t raised up on Malingo’s shoulders but because in the half minute since Eddie’s rescue, The Piper had sunk significantly lower in the water.

  “Now you!” Malingo said to Candy.

  “No, I won’t—”

  “We heard that already,” John Serpent snapped. “Don’t be selfish, Candy.”

  “What?”

  For the first time, Candy found all the brothers staring at her. “If we drown, it’ll be a pity. If you go it’s a tragedy. And you know it. We’ll get Malingo, don’t worry.”

  In that instant some combustible substance in the rubble of The Great Head erupted in garish flame, and its light illuminated John Serpent’s face.

  “Go,” he said.

  She nodded.

  “I’m ready!” she yelled to Geneva. The words were barely out of her lips when the third pair of fliers swooped down and she was lifted up, and up, and up, into the safety of the sky, where the bone-gliders wheeled.

  Some time later, every soul aboard The Piper was safely deposited back onto the lantern-lit northeastern shore of Ninnyhammer, where Candy found she had a host of reunions awaiting. The first Abaratian to have ever shown her hospitality, Izarith, along with her two children, was there. So was the munkee called Filth she’d met in the Twilight Palace, and the members of the Totemix. It was no accident that all the people she’d encountered along the way to this place and moment were here.

  “We watched you from the first step you took into the Abarat,” Geneva explained to her.

  “When you say we, you mean—”

  “All of us. The Kalifee.”

  “It’s more than just us, though,” said Izarith.

  “Not many more,” Geneva said quietly.

  “Sad but true,” one of the Totemix said. “We’ve known this Midnight was coming sooner or later. We’ve read the omens.”

  “So we started assembling a force—”

  “The best of the best,” Filth said, his fingers plunged deep into one of his nostrils.

  “Appearances can be deceptive,” Geneva remarked, catching the look on Candy’s face as she watched Filth snot mining.

  “Kalifee means troublemakers. Rebels,” Izarith explained. “But we haven’t managed to do much to defy Mater Motley. She’s clever—”

  “Or we’re too stupid,” said Filth. “Maybe a bit of both.”

  There were more familiar faces appearing, stepping out of the shadows into the lantern light: Jimothi, head of the tarrie-cats, and some faces she remembered from the crowded boardwalks of Babilonium.

  “Why was the Mazathatt watching me?” Candy asked Geneva.

  “We thought you were working for her. The Hag.”

  “Why?”

  “You came from nowhere. But you had power,” Izarith said. “It was no accident that I invited you into the house, I’m afraid. That was me chancing to take a long look at you.”

  “And?”

  “We knew immediately you weren’t working for her. Evil stinks; you didn’t.”

  “Thanks.”

  “But we still had questions,” Geneva said. “We’d put together some pieces of the puzzle. We knew the Fantomaya had been tinkering with your mind before you were even born.”

  “Doing what?” Candy said.

  “Nothing that we didn’t think necessary,” said Mespa, who now also stepped out of the shadows with Joephi at her side. “We needed to keep you hidden from your lodger, and she from you. But it was a hastily conceived plan, and the magic was less than perfect.”

  “We were arrogant,” Joephi said bitterly. “We thought our sisterhood was beyond error. Huh.” She shook her head. “It shames me still.”

  “What do you mean: error?”

  “It was poor thinking. Arrogance will do that.”

  “We thought we had your life under control,” Joephi said. “But—”

  “I changed,” Candy replied.

  “Yes. Oh yes. You certainly did. Watching you deciding to go back to that little boat at the Yebba Dim Day even though you knew it was almost certain death to do so. Oh yes. We were in error.”

  “Hence this moment with the good souls who fought the Hag in secret ways for years, and won little for their efforts.”

  “And died,” Geneva said softly. “In ways only an abomination like the Hag could have conceived.”

  “She was the reason we had such doubts about magic. We had come to think that it corrupted everything it touched. Look what it did to your people, Candy.”

  “My people?”

  “’Manity.”

  “Is that what you call us?”

  “It’s one of the politer terms.”

  There was a subtle undercurrent of laughter.

  “And what magic did you do to us?”

  “Gave you power you lacked the skill to control.”

  “Oh, that. Yes, I’ve seen some of that.”

  “You mean your father’s cruelties?”

  “Yes.”

  “If you can find it in your heart to pity him . . .”

  Candy thought about this for a moment. “No,” she said. “I can’t.”

  “Well, that’s honest.”

  “Was he always a man of vision?”

  “My dad? Vision? Ha! You must be kidding. He likes beer, girlie magazines, kid’s cartoons, beer, being mean, and beer. He believes in nothing.”

  “Well, he seems to have founded a religion.”

  “You call that a religion? What was it called? The Church of Cold Pizza?” Her audience looked at her blankly. “Never mind. ’Manity joke.”

  “We call it the Church of the Utter Void,” Geneva said. There was laughter now. “Abaratian joke.”

  “Well, I don’t worship there,” Gazza said.

  “There’s a time for everyone . . .” Geneva said flatly.

  “Are you preaching for the Church of the Utter Void now?” Eddie said.

  “No. But it has its attractions, doesn’t it? To have no more dreams you have to protect. To have nothing you love so much you live in fear of losin
g it. That wouldn’t be so bad . . .”

  “It would be death,” said Candy.

  “And would that really be so terrible?”

  “Yes,” Candy said. “Of course it would. I didn’t just escape dying to go and give it all up because some preacher says it’s better that way. We still remember the light. We still remember happiness. Well, don’t we?”

  “You make it sound very simple,” Geneva said.

  “Well, to me it is. I want the Abarat to survive all this darkness, and come back stronger than ever. But I need to tell you something that might be important.”

  “And what’s that?” said Mespa.

  “On The Piper I realized that I still had a connection to Princess Boa. I could see through her eyes.”

  “Oh, Lordy Lou!” John Mischief said. “Does that mean she can see through yours? Is she looking at us right now—”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “If she is, then she’ll know where we are!” Eddie said.

  “Eddie, calm down.”

  “Why didn’t you say something before now?”

  “Because the feeling came and went. I think maybe it was just there for a few seconds. Perhaps because I thought I was going to die. I don’t know.”

  “Even if this feeling has passed,” Geneva said, “Eddie’s right. You should have said something the moment you had a chance! You shouldn’t even be looking at me. Don’t look at anybody! I can’t believe you would be so stupid as to endanger our entire enterprise!”

  “All right, all right!” Candy said.

  She turned her back on them all, and stared up at the empty sky.

  “There’s no need to treat me like a total leper,” she said more quietly. “I told you, Boa only came through for a few seconds. I don’t know why. Whatever the reason was, I can’t feel her presence any longer.”

 

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