'What?' Buate asked, his farsight was probing the courtyard, trying to discover who Edeard was talking to. 'Who is there?'
'Who is there?' Edeard repeated numbly. 'My wife is here. My friend is here. My mother and father are here.'
Kristabel smiled at the souls of Edeard's parents. 'He is yours?'
'He is,' Edeard's mother said.
'I loved him so.'
'We know. He never knew happiness or contentment like you.'
'I see no one,' a badly frightened Buate stammered.
'Permit me to show you,' the Waterwalker told him.
Buate was lifted from the ground. His guards watched in dread as he began to shake violently in mid air. Then he flung his head back and howled; his mind flooding the courtyard with excruciating pain. Tiny blooms of blood appeared on his robes, swiftly progressing to rivulets that dribbled down to splatter on the courtyard. That was when the guards turned and ran. They had to go a long way before the screams no longer plagued their ears.
Eventually, Buate's soul looked down on his corpse as the Waterwalker dropped it to the ground.
'Do you see now?' Edeard asked.
'You have lost,' Buate said. 'This is all you can do now: kill. In doing that, in seizing power back in such a fashion, you become us.'
Tears filled Edeard's eyes again as the soul slipped upwards. Buate had spoken the truth of it. There was nothing left for him. Owain and his kind had won. Killing them now would achieve nothing. The world was theirs. It wasn't one he wanted to live in.
Macsen and Kanseen drifted through the courtyard wall.
'Bijulee and Dybal are dead,' Macsen said. 'Bise came back to Sampalok.'
'Our baby is lost,' Kanseen's soul declared, she was fainter than her husband. 'He may be in the Heart. I cannot stay. Not here. Not even for you, Edeard. I have to know if he's there. I have to know my son.'
'I understand,' Edeard told her.
'My friend, I must go with my wife,' Macsen said.
'Of course you must,' Edeard raised a hand in farewell. 'You will be the first of us to reach Odin's Sea. Keep watch for us. We will all join you there eventually.'
'That will be the day we smile again.'
Edeard watched them dwindle into the sky, then turned to the souls who remained. 'We have lost. I have lost. There is no one left but myself.' His hand went down to the pistol holstered on his belt. 'I don't want to be alone.'
'Salrana,' Dinlay said. 'He said Salrana was still alive, that they would have her.'
Edeard's head came up. 'Oh Lady.' He sent his farsight flashing out towards Ysidro district, not daring to hope.
* * * *
Ysidro's church had been pressed into use as a temporary hospital. Several rows of injured people were lying on makeshift beds in front of the Lady's statue. Three harassed, tired-looking doctors moved amongst them, doing what they could to treat the bullet wounds. Novices scurried round, helping the doctors with dressings, and offering comfort where they could. The church's Mother, a kindly grey-haired woman over halfway through her second century, moved through the clusters of parishioners who sat fearfully on the pews. She offered what blessings she could, but it was plain from her face she was as shocked and frightened as everyone else.
The church doors were shut. Fearful relatives of those who lay inside formed a defiant, protective line outside, waiting for the inevitable return of the militiamen or worse, the Weapons Guild guards who swaggered around the streets brandishing their lethal new guns. So far, the sanctity of the church held.
Edeard rose smoothly through the floor of the church. People gasped at his appearance. Except for Salrana, she let out a single piercing note of joy and ran to him. He scooped her up in his arms and hugged her tight.
'They said you were dead,' she sobbed.
'No,' he said. 'It's not that easy to kill me.'
'Oh Edeard, the regiments shot people. There are men with awful guns, just like the ones at Ashwell, who say they were appointed by the Mayor himself.'
'I know,' he said, hugging her tight. Her Novice uniform was stained with blood, some of which was days old. 'Are you all right?'
'Yes,' she nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. 'I'm sorry, Edeard, I'm sorry I didn't talk to you after—'
'Hush,' he said, and stroked her brow.
'I was so stupid. So stubborn. You're my friend.'
'It's over now. Are you sure you're all right? Has anyone come looking for you?'
'No. I've been helping the doctors. So many have died. Everyone is so worried the Mayor's men will return. Can you stop this?'
Edeard bowed his head. 'I cannot. Anything I do now will only make this worse. I've endangered everyone in this church just by coming here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'
Her fingers stroked his cheek. 'My darling Edeard, you did everything that's right.'
'They've killed everyone I know, everyone I love. Except for you. And they'll come for you eventually.'
She gasped. 'Your wife?'
'Yes,' he whispered through the pain. 'Kristabel is dead.'
Salrana's head rested on his chest. 'This cannot be happening.'
'But it has happened. I want you to come with me now.'
'Edeard!' She gave the injured a frantic look. The Mother was standing in front of the Lady's statue, a sympathetic expression on her face. 'They need my help.'
'They will manage.'
The Mother gave Salrana a brief nod of encouragement.
'But—'
'Hold me tight,' he instructed. 'This will be strange at first. But you have nothing to fear. I will be with you.'
'Always?'
'Yes, always.' He gave Kristabel's soul a guilty glance, but she simply smiled in understanding.
Edeard and Salrana slid down through the floor of the church. He felt her tighten her grip upon him. Then they were standing in a small tunnel beneath the church, with water trickling past their feet. 'There is further to go,' he told her, and they continued on their way down to emerge into one of the dazzlingly bright tunnels far below the city streets.
'Edeard! What is this place?' Salrana's head turned from side to side, trying to take in what she was seeing. There was surprise in her voice, but no fear.
'I'm not sure. It's a way to travel across the city. A very old one. I think some of Makkathran's past inhabitants used it, but I don't really know. It isn't connected to any of the buildings on the surface. So it probably wasn't the inhabitants before us.'
'Oh,' she said with a short laugh. 'Edeard, what have you become?'
'I don't know,' he said lamely. 'Whatever, in the end I was no use.'
'Don't say that.' She kissed him. 'Why are we here? Where are we going?'
He sighed and scratched the side of his head. 'Away, I suppose. Out of the city. Then… exile. We'll find some distant province. I'll grow a beard. You don't have to stay with me.'
'I think I better had, at least to start with.'
'Thank you.' He checked the souls that remained with him. Kristabel, Dinlay and his parents were all waiting silently a little way down the bright tunnel. They seemed content with his lead. Right now he wasn't going to tell Salrana about them, she'd had enough shocks. He reached down into the substance of the tunnel walls, and lot them conduct his farsight. He'd always known the network of tunnels extended out underneath the crystal wall, but he'd never really bothered to see where they led.
Down, he saw now. A long, long way down. The multitude of tunnels merged then merged again and again in a funnel-like web whose last few strands extended for tens of miles beneath him. Down to where the true mind of the city lay.
But… there were a few branches that stretched out horizontally under the Iguru Plain. He asked the city to send him there.
'What's happening?' Salrana asked, abruptly clutching at him as she felt the tunnel tilting.
'It's all right,' he grinned reassuringly. 'We're going to fly.'
'Fly?'
They began to skid along the tunn
el as it apparently shifted up past forty-five degrees. Then they were falling. Salrana let out a long wail of shock.
'It's all right,' Edeard assured her, shouting. He attempted to stroke her back, which really didn't work very well when the skirt of her Novice robe started flapping up, trying to wrap itself round her torso. So he applied his third hand, pressing it down again.
'We're going to die!' she shrieked.
'No we're not. I always use these tunnels like this.'
She screwed her eyes shut, and buried her head against him. The flight went on for a lot longer than Edeard was used to. The tunnel was obviously carrying them a long way out of the city. He didn't know where exactly.
Before long Salrana calmed a little, and started to look round. 'We're not going to die?' she gasped.
'We're not going to die.'
'Where are we?'
'I'm not sure. Outside the city by now.'
The tunnel began to curve sharply. Edeard hadn't experienced that before. And somehow they weren't falling downwards, but rushing up. They started to slow. Edeard glanced up. The tunnel ended a few hundred yards above him in a blaze of scarlet light.
'Hang on,' he instructed, and suddenly they were through into a simple circular room with red-glowing walls. There were no windows. The hole below their feet quickly irised shut and they were standing in the middle of the floor.
Salrana didn't let go of him, though she was peering round curiously. 'What now?' she asked.
'I'm not sure,' he admitted. 'I don't know what this place is.'
A black circle expanded on the wall. It vanished, leaving an equally black opening. Edeard and Salrana shared a look, and walked over to it. Some of the red light seeping out exposed what looked like rock walls beyond. Edeard extended his farsight, and confirmed there was some kind of cave outside. They stepped through cautiously on to a sandy floor. The air was dry and stale. Edeard's farsight couldn't see far through rock, of course, but the cave extended for some distance. After they walked a few steps the red light began to fade. Salrana spun round in time to see the circular opening seal up. She let out a little squeal.
Edeard held up a hand, and did the spark trick Kristabel had shown him back at the beach lodge. A layer of cold white flame licked round his fingers, throwing the cave into stark relief.
'But it's just rock,' Salrana exclaimed, studying the hole that had closed.
'I don't understand the city,' Edeard said. 'I just talk to it.'
'How?' she asked, a strong flash of curiosity shimmering through her veiled thoughts.
'Well…' He shrugged. 'I just do, really.'
'This is like before,' she said and shivered. 'You and me hiding alone at the bottom of a hole while outside our lives are destroyed.'
The fatigue really hit Edeard then. It wasn't just his body that was exhausted by the ride back to Makkathran, the emotional turmoil he'd suffered was even more debilitating. He just wanted to curl up and go to sleep - for a very long time. The light scintillating round his hand began to fade.
'Edeard,' his mother said. 'Don't give up. Not now.'
He took a moment. 'All right,' he said miserably.
Salrana looked at him.
'Come on,' he said. 'Let's see where this leads us to.'
* * * *
The cave wasn't always as wide as where they'd entered it. Some places they had to squeeze and push their way along, with the rock grazing their clothes. The cave took them upwards, which worried Edeard. After farsighting the tunnels diving down into the depths of Querencia he wondered just how far underground they were.
It took an hour for them to squirm and worm their way through the cave before Edeard finally saw a pale sliver of daylight up ahead. They had to crawl up a steep slope with a roof of rock barely three feet above it before they emerged into a level cave. The entrance was curtained by a thick layer of eaglevine, whose red and green leaves muted the afternoon sunlight.
Edeard sent his farsight probing through the lush vegetation to discover the cave mouth was halfway up a vertical cliff. He could sense no one outside, not even an animal. When he pushed the strands of eaglevine apart he found himself staring north east across the Iguru Plain, with the Donsori Mountains in the distance.
'This is one of those little volcanoes,' he told Salrana. Far below him, a verdant forest of palms and vrollipan trees boiled around the lower slopes before giving way to the rich fields that divided up the plain. He twisted his head and looked up. 'The top of the cliff is closer than the bottom. I think I can get there okay.'
'Edeard! Be careful.'
'Don't worry,' he said. His farsight was examining the rock below the swarm of eaglevine. It was a rugged surface, providing innumerable hand and foot holds. He stretched out and secured a grip, then began to climb.
'I'll scout round ahead,' Dinlay's soul said, and drifted upward. For the first time, Edeard began to envy the dead. The climb actually wasn't so easy. He had to use his farsight to locate every grip, then shove his hands through the scratchy vines. It was even more difficult to get his feet through, he was constantly having to use his third hand to part the ancient rope-like cords.
Over ten minutes after leaving the cave, the tips of the vines gave way to .bare rock. The cliff began to curve, and Edeard scrambled his way up off the rock and on to the slope of thin soil and reedy grasses.
He used his longtalk to tell Salrana: 'Made it.' His third hand gripped her carefully, and he lifted her out of the cave and up through the air.
'I can't see anyone,' Dinlay said. 'And there's a pavilion a quarter of a mile round the mountain, where the ground flattens out a bit. Nobody home.'
'Thank the Lady for that,' Edeard muttered.
He settled Salrana gently beside him. She produced a nervous grin. 'I think that was worse than the city tunnel,' she said apologetically.
'We need to take cover and decide what to do,' Edeard said. 'This way.'
The pavilion was exactly as Dinlay indicated. Belonging to some Grand Family, it was perched on a moderate slope with its front looking towards Makkathran, some fifteen miles away from the base of the volcanic cone. Built mainly from wood, its frontage was a long veranda with an overhang supported by a series of wide arches. Small polygonal turrets on each end had high sweeping roofs. Its white paint was starting to fade, splitting open to peel away on some of the long boards. Green spores were taking hold in the cracks and corners.
The doors were closed but not locked. Edeard and Salrana walked across the pavonazzeto tiling to find a building that had already been closed for the winter. Furniture had been covered in thick sheets. Shutters were bolted. The oil lamps drained. Bedding, carpets and rugs had been taken away. The saucers of poison laid out for vermin.
'Not a lot of food in the kitchen,' Salrana called out as she explored. Mars of fruit preserves and some flour. I suppose I
could bake a loaf if you like. There's some wood and coal for the stove.'
Edeard had gone through the only bedroom out on to the veranda. The slope outside was in shadow now the sun was low in the sky on the other side of the volcano. He leaned on the handrail, staring out at the city. Just the sight of it produced an ache in his heart; he longed to return, to put things right. But too much had happened, Owain had destroyed everything of value. 'No fires,' he said. 'Nor lights. They'll be looking for us.'
She came out on to the veranda and put her arm round his shoulder. 'Of course. I wasn't thinking. What do we do?'
'Get away,' he said. 'Travel into the east and find a province where the Waterwalker is just a tale from the city that nobody really believes.'
'Aren't you going to stay and fight?'
'No. Owain and his kind are in power now.'
'Nobody wanted them. People will expect you to do something.'
'Buate was right, all I can do now is kill. That's not the answer.'
'But, Edeard—'
'No.'
'I understand,' she said solemnly. 'Come inside.'
/> He let her lead him back into the big bedroom. Edeard settled back on the fat mattress, staring up at the ceiling while Salrana went back to rummaging in the kitchen. Now he'd actually stopped moving the pain in his legs and buttocks began plaguing him. The horse ride back to Makkathran had been brutal. When he probed his tender flesh he found his trousers were damp from blood and skin fluid. It hurt, making him wince.
'I sensed that,' Salrana said, standing in the doorway holding on to a couple of large fruit jars.
He knew her farsight was concentrating on him, and didn't protest.
'Edeard! What have you done to yourself?'
'I had to get back here,' he said. 'We thought I might still have time.' He knew the tears were going to spill out again. Even now he didn't want Salrana to witness that.
'Eat something,' she said, and put a jar on the bed beside him. 'I'll have a hunt round for some medicine; there's bound to be some here somewhere. And, if not, I saw some falanpan leaves outside. I can make a poultice.'
Edeard didn't have the energy to protest. The jar contained plums preserved in a sugary syrup. He ate several before she returned, holding up a tube of ointment.
'I didn't realize I was so hungry,' he admitted. Then he had to grit his teeth as she gingerly stripped his trousers off. Her expression at the sight of his raw flesh wasn't reassuring. She did her best to brush her own concern away.
'This might sting,' she warned, and began to rub the salve on
Edeard had to clamp his mouth hard shut to prevent the howl from leaving his throat. 'Lady!' His fingers clawed the top of the mattress.
'I've finished,' she said some interminable time later. 'That should start soothing the damage soon.'
'I think it already has. That or you've burned the nerves away.' His thighs were definitely easing.
'Don't be so mean,' Salrana said smartly, and gave him a brief kiss. She pulled a furniture sheet over him. 'You rest now, I'm going to see if I can find some clothes.'
'Keep a look out,' he said. 'I need to know if anyone comes.'
'Don't worry,' she said. 'Nobody knows we're here. Nobody knows we can be here.'
Edeard started to eat another plum. He was asleep before he finished.
Dreams claimed him. Not his usual bizarre visions of life elsewhere. These were his own. Mostly of Kristabel. Kristabel surrounded by flames. Men with rapid-fire guns circling round her, the roar of their weapons shattering his skull. Kristabel flying. Falling: her nightdress fluttering around her. The very same white nightdress she'd worn on the day they met. Falling down the central stairs in the ziggurat. The same stairs he'd started to reshape. Stairs that were now easy for the invaders to mount. Little Mirnatha screaming in terror as the ziggurat was consumed by the flame and bullets of the rapid-fire guns, clinging to her sister. Both of them falling from the tenth floor. A hand pushing them over the rail. Both screaming all the way to the floor. The hand was his own.
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