Goliath l-3

by Scott Westerfeld

  Alek turned back to the window. The man had betrayed him far worse than Deryn had. She, at least, had her reasons to lie.

  “I have nothing to say to you.”

  “I doubt that very much, but we haven’t time in any case. We must deal with Mr. Tesla before we land.”

  “Deal with him?” Alek shook his head. “What do you mean?”

  “He’s dangerous. Have you forgotten our discussion?”

  Alek’s mind processed the words, and a chill cut through the warm air of the officers’ baths. In the last two days he’d forgotten to worry about Tesla and his city-destroying weapon, or Volger’s plan to stop him. The possibility of murdering the inventor had never seemed quite real, but the look on the wildcount’s face was deadly serious.

  Bovril shifted nervously on the windowsill.

  “So you’re on your way to kill a man, and thought you’d stop by and ask for help?”

  “I didn’t want to involve you in this, Alek. But we have to know if Tesla is leaving the ship today. He has refused to meet with me, but he’ll talk to you.” Volger’s face showed a hint of a smile. “You are all in the newspapers.”

  Alek only glared, though the man was right. In the navigation room Tesla had been excited to meet him—the famous prince. And an invitation to dinner had been slipped under Alek’s stateroom door yesterday morning. He had ignored it, of course.

  “You want me to find out if he’s staying on board.”

  “If you please, Prince.”

  “And what if he’s about to leave? Will you and Klopp gut him on the gangplank?”

  “Neither Klopp nor I will be anywhere near the spot. Nor shall you.”

  “Gut him on the gangplank,” Bovril said gravely.

  Alek swore. “Have you gone mad? If Bauer and Hoffman murder someone on this ship, the Darwinists will know who ordered it!”

  “I may not have to order anything.” The wildcount gestured toward the door. “But it’s up to you to find out.”

  “And you waited until now to tell me?” Alek spat, but Volger’s cold smile didn’t shift. The man had picked this moment on purpose, when Alek wouldn’t have time to argue. “What if I just stand here?”

  “Then Hoffman and Bauer will follow their orders. They’re already in place.”

  Alek lifted Bovril from the windowsill and put the beast on his shoulder. He took a step toward the door, ready to find his men and tell them to stand down. But where were they lying in wait? And worse, what if they ignored his commands? Now that they were all back aboard the Leviathan, Volger was in charge again.

  Alek’s two days of sulking had made certain of that.

  “Damn you, Volger. You shouldn’t concoct plans without me. And you shouldn’t keep secrets from me either!”

  “Ah.” For a moment the man looked genuinely sorrowful. “That was regrettable. But I did warn you not to make friends with a commoner.”

  “Yes, but you left out something rather important. Did you really think I was too fragile to know what Deryn was?”

  “Fragile?” Volger looked about. “I hadn’t thought so, but now I find you brooding in a bathroom. This doesn’t speak well of your sturdiness.”

  “I haven’t been brooding! I’ve been exploring the ship.”

  “Exploring? And what have you discovered, Your Serene Highness?”

  Alek turned back to the window, feeling a fresh wave of emptiness in his gut.

  “That I can’t trust anyone, and that no one has any faith in me. That my best friend was… a fiction.”

  “Brooding,” Bovril said.

  Count Volger was silent. Alek almost added that his suspicion was that Deryn Sharp was in love with him, but he didn’t want to see the scorn on Volger’s face.

  “I’ve been a fool,” he finally said.

  Volger shook his head. “But hardly a singular fool. That girl has tricked her officers and crewmates for months, and has been decorated in the line of duty. She even fooled me for some time. In her way, she’s quite impressive.”

  “You admire her, Count?”

  “As one does a bear riding a bicycle. One sees it so rarely.”

  Alek shook his head. “And along with your admiration, you decided to blackmail her.”

  “I needed her help to get off this ship. I thought I could prevent you from joining in that pointless revolution and getting yourself killed.” The annoyance in Volger’s voice faded a bit. “Of course, who knows? We may have need of her help again.”

  “Are you saying I should stay friends with her?”

  “Of course not. I’m saying that we can still blackmail her.”

  “Get stuffed,” Alek said, and suddenly he had to get out of the steam and heat. He strode toward the door, halting with one hand tight around the knob. “I’m going to Tesla’s cabin. If he intends to disembark today, I shall call the ship’s marines to escort him off in safety.”

  “It’s your right to betray us, of course.” Volger bowed. “We are at your disposal.”

  “I won’t betray you aloud, Volger, but the captain might draw unfortunate conclusions. Unless you promise me right now that—”

  “I can’t, Alek. Tesla’s claims may be madness, but it isn’t worth the risk. Two million of your people live in Vienna, and that’s probably only the first city on his list. You saw what his machine can do.”

  Alek pulled the door open. He didn’t have time for this argument, and he couldn’t let a man be killed over some imaginary threat. He had to stop this now. But he found himself pausing to say one more thing.

  “If you threaten Deryn Sharp again, Volger—in any way at all—I’m done with you.”

  The man only bowed again, and Alek left, slamming the door behind him.

  Mr. Tesla was still in his stateroom, but a leather suitcase lay on the bed. One of the Russians was packing while Tesla worked at the laboratory bench. The electrikal walking stick lay before him, partly disassembled.

  Alek knocked on the open door. “Excuse me, Mr. Tesla?”

  The man looked up with irritation on his face, then brightened. “Prince Aleksandar. You appear at last!”

  Alek returned the bow. “I apologize for not answering your note. I’ve been indisposed.”

  “No need, Prince,” Tesla said, then his eyes narrowed at Bovril. “So you really have become a Darwinist.”

  “Oh, this beast? It’s… a perspicacious loris. ‘Perspicacious’ meaning ‘wise or canny.’”

  “Get stuffed,” Bovril said, then giggled.

  “And it insults people,” Tesla said. “How peculiar.”

  Alek gave the creature a sharp look. “Bovril is usually more polite, as am I. It was an oversight not to join you last night. We have much to discuss.”

  The man turned back to his walking stick, his long fingers twisting a coil of wire round and round. “Meals are a dismal affair on this ship, at any rate.”

  “The food isn’t so bad when the galley has supplies.” Alek wondered why he was defending the Leviathan, but he went on. “The vegetables are grown fresh in the gut, and sometimes the strafing hawks bring their prey back for us.”

  “Ah, that would explain the braised hare. The highlight of the evening.”

  Alek raised an eyebrow. This man had eaten fresh meat while Alek had been chewing on old biscuits? Of course, if the Darwinists believed that Goliath worked, they’d happily feed Tesla caviar three times a day.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to share it with you. But now that the ship is resupplied, perhaps dinner tonight?”

  Mr. Tesla’s face darkened. “I must return to New York as quickly as possible. At last I have the data to complete my work.”

  “I see.” Alek took a slow breath, then looked at the Russian, who was folding a pair of trousers. “Might we have a moment alone, Mr. Tesla?”

  Tesla waved a hand. “I have no secrets from Lieutenant Gareev.”

  Alek frowned. Tesla had a Russian officer as his valet? No doubt one of the czar’s confidant
s, sent to keep an eye on the inventor.

  Then Alek realized that he recognized Lieutenant Gareev. He was the man who’d interrupted Deryn’s burglary two nights before. And it was possible that he’d spotted the two of them carrying the metal detector in the cargo bay that night.

  Alek switched from English to German. “Mr. Tesla, can this weapon of yours really stop the war?”

  “Of course it can. I have always been able to see with absolute clarity how my inventions will operate, how every piece fits into another, even before I put the designs onto paper. Since this war began I have worked to extend this ability into the realm of politics. I am certain the Clanker Powers will yield to me, if only because they have no other choice.”

  Alek nodded silently, struck again by the peculiar effect of listening to Tesla. Half of Alek rebelled at the wild claims; the other half was swept along by the man’s certainty. What if Count Volger had got it backward? If Goliath really worked, then Tesla could end the war in a few weeks. It would be mad to plot against him.

  But then Alek recalled the forest of fallen trees and scattered bones, a nightmare landscape stretching in all directions. What if it took the destruction of a whole city to convince the Clanker Powers to surrender?

  All Alek knew for certain was that he couldn’t see the future, and he didn’t want blood on his men’s hands today.

  “Stop the war,” Bovril said quietly.

  Tesla leaned in to inspect the loris. “What an odd beast.”

  “Sir, if there’s any way you could stay aboard, I might be able to help you. I want peace too.”

  The man shook his head. “My steamship leaves for Tokyo this afternoon, and I’m catching a Japanese airbeast for San Francisco in two days, then straight to New York by train. Missing a connection could cost me a week, and every day this war goes on, thousands die.”

  “But you can’t leave yet!” Alek clenched his fists. “You need my help, sir. This is politics, not science. And my granduncle is the emperor of Austria-Hungary.”

  “The same granduncle you just accused of murder in the newspapers? My dear prince, you and your family are hardly on the best of terms.” Tesla smiled gently as he said this, but Alek could hardly argue.

  There was no other way, then. He reached for his command whistle and blew the notes to call a lizard. One popped from a message tube in seconds, but as Alek started to speak, his stomach twisted. He couldn’t betray his own men, and he could hardly ask for an armed escort without explanation.

  Mr. Tesla glanced up at the lizard, raising an eyebrow.

  “Straight to New York,” Bovril said.

  Alek finally found the right words. “Captain Hobbes, Mr. Tesla and I need to see you at once. We have an important request. End message.”

  The creature scampered away.

  “A request?” Tesla asked.

  The plan formed in Alek’s mind as he spoke. “Your mission is too important to waste time with steamships and trains. We should leave for New York immediately, and the Leviathan is the fastest way to get there.”

  FOURTEEN

  “Are Japanese sea beasties as big as ours?” asked Newkirk.

  “Aye, they’ve got a few krakens,” Deryn said through a mouthful of ham. “But their wee beasties are deadlier. It was kappa monsters that captured the Russian fleet ten years ago.”

  “Aye, I remember that lesson.” Newkirk was pushing his potatoes across his plate, feeling a bit twitchy here in enemy territory. “Funny how the Japanese and Russians are on the same side now.”

  “Anything to beat those Clanker bum-rags.” Deryn reached over to spear one of Newkirk’s potatoes, but the boy didn’t complain.

  Deryn couldn’t see any point in not eating. She’d had four huge meals since the Leviathan had resupplied at Vladivostok, and she still felt empty from those two awful days of no rations.

  Of course, there was another void inside her, one that food couldn’t fill. She and Alek hadn’t spoken since he’d learned her secret. Whenever they bumped into each other, he only looked away, his face as pale as a mealyworm.

  It was as if she’d transformed into something awful, a stain on the deck of the Leviathan that someone—not a prince, of course—ought to clean up. Alek had thrown their friendship straight out the window, just because she was a girl.

  And, of course, he’d taken Bovril for himself. Bum-rag.

  “Where’s Alek, anyway?” Newkirk asked, as if reading her thoughts.

  “Clanker business, I suppose.” Deryn tried to keep the anger from her voice. “I saw him with Mr. Tesla this morning, in a meeting with the officers. All very hush-hush.”

  “But we haven’t seen him in days! Did you two have a fight?”

  “Get stuffed.”

  “I knew it,” Newkirk said. “He’s been hiding from us, and you’re as grumpy as a bag of wet cats. What in blazes happened?”

  “Nothing. It’s just that, now that everyone knows he’s a prince, he’s too important to hang about with us middies.”

  “That’s not what Dr. Barlow thinks.” Newkirk stared down at his food. “She asked me if you two’d been fighting.”

  Deryn let out a groan. If the lady boffin was ordering Newkirk to spy for her, she had to be barking curious. And for a sticky-beak like Dr. Barlow, there wasn’t much distance between curiosity and suspicion.

  “It’s none of her business.”

  “Aye, nor mine. But you have to admit it’s a bit odd. After you two got back from Istanbul, you seemed as close as…” Newkirk frowned.

  “As a prince and a commoner,” Deryn said. “And now that he has Mr. Tesla to scheme with, he’s got no more use for me.”

  “That’s Clankers for you,” Newkirk said. “I suppose.”

  Deryn stood and went to the window, hoping the conversation was at an end. The Sea of Japan spread out beneath the ship, glimmering with the afternoon sun, and beyond it the coastline of China. Scouting birds dotted the blue horizon, on the lookout for enemy craft.

  The Leviathan was headed toward Tsingtao, a port city on the Chinese mainland. The Germans had a naval base there, whose warships could raid shipping across the entire Pacific. The Japanese were already besieging the city, but it seemed they needed a hand.

  Newkirk joined Deryn at the window. “It’s funny how Mr. Tesla didn’t get off in Vladivostok. When I was laundering his shirts, he wanted them folded for packing.”

  Deryn frowned, wondering what had caused the change in plans. She’d spied enough to know that Alek was spending a lot of time with his new friend. According to the cooks the two of them had eaten at the captain’s table last night.

  What in blazes were they all up to?

  “Ah, Mr. Sharp and Mr. Newkirk. Here you are.”

  As the two middies turned from the window, Tazza bounded forward through the door. Dr. Barlow was behind him, her loris sitting primly on her shoulder. The dark stripes under its eyes somehow gave the beastie a snooty expression.

  Deryn knelt to give Tazza’s head a rub, glad for once to see the lady boffin, who might know something about Tesla and Alek’s plans. Sticky-beaks could come in handy sometimes.

  “Good afternoon, ma’am. I hope you’re well.”

  “I am annoyed, at present.” Dr. Barlow turned to Newkirk. “Would you be so kind as to give Tazza his morning walk?”

  “But, ma’am, Dylan already—,” the boy began, but a look from Dr. Barlow silenced him.

  A moment later Newkirk was gone, having shut the door behind him without being told. The lady boffin sat down at the mess table and gestured at the remains of the middies’ lunch. Deryn set to clearing them, her brain spinning.

  Was Dr. Barlow here to ask about her fight with Alek?

  “If you would, Mr. Sharp, please describe the object you discovered in Mr. Tesla’s room.”

  Deryn turned away with a stack of empty dishes, hiding her relief. “Oh, that. As I said, ma’am, it was round. A bit bigger than a football, but much heavier—probably soli
d iron.”

  “Most certainly iron, Mr. Sharp, perhaps with some nickel. What of its shape?”

  “Its shape? I didn’t get that good a look at it.” Deryn cleared away a pair of aluminum tea mugs. “I was under a bed in the dark, trying not to get caught!”

  “Trying not to get caught,” the boffin’s loris said. “Mr. Sharp.”

  Dr. Barlow waved a hand. “At which you succeeded admirably. But roughly what form did this iron football take? Was it a perfect sphere? Or a misshapen lump?”

  Deryn sighed, trying to recall those long minutes of waiting while Tesla had drifted back to sleep. “It wasn’t perfect at all. It was knobbly on the surface.”

  “Were these ‘knobbles’ smooth or jagged to the touch?”

  “Mostly smooth, I suppose, like that bit I sawed off.” Deryn reached out a hand. “If you’ve still got it, ma’am, I’ll show you what I mean.”

  “The sample is on the way to London, Mr. Sharp.”

  “You sent it to the Admiralty?”

  “No, to someone with intellect.”

  “Oh,” Deryn said, a bit astonished that even Dr. Barlow needed help to solve this mystery.

  The loris crawled down to sniff at the empty milk jug. The lady boffin’s eyes followed the beastie, her fingers drumming on the table.

  “I am a species fabricator, Mr. Sharp, not a metallurgist. But what I’m asking is simple enough.” She leaned forward. “Would you say that Mr. Tesla’s find was natural or man-made?”

  “You mean, was it cast iron?” Deryn remembered her hands on the object in the darkness. “Well, it was close enough to a sphere. But it was awfully banged up. Like a cannonball, I suppose, after it’s been shot through a cannon.”

  “I see. And a cannonball is man-made.”

  Dr. Barlow fell into silence, and the loris picked up the teacup in its tiny paws and studied it.

  “Man-made,” it repeated softly. “Mr. Sharp.”

  Deryn ignored the beastie. “Begging your pardon, ma’am, but that doesn’t make sense. To cause all that wreckage, a cannonball would have to be as big as a barking cathedral!”

  “Mr. Sharp, you are forgetting a basic formula of physics. When calculating energy, mass is only one variable. And the other?”