Silver Kings: The Splintered Gods Part 30

An Elemental Man appeared close to her, his face a rictus of strain. Diamond Eye bit him in two. Another appeared a dozen yards away. The dragon was already moving but this killer carried a wand and fired it at once. Zafir jerked as the lightning hit her and sparked across her gold-gla.s.s scales. Her eyes fluttered and then the feeling pa.s.sed. The Elemental Man vanished. Diamond Eye crashed into the eyrie wall beside another lightning cannon but the soldiers manning it had already fled. Zafir saw Tuuran run up the far wall and jump into another to wrestle with the Taiytakei inside. The Crowntaker had moved away from the hatchlings. Another handful of soldiers ran out into the dragon yard, these with gold-gla.s.s s.h.i.+elds as big as a man. The Crowntaker gestured and the hatchlings scattered, racing at them. Lightning thundered and flashed. Hatchlings fell and leaped up again, throwing themselves among the soldiers, shredding them with tooth and claw, shrieking with glee. Diamond Eye jumped off the wall. A moment later, something exploded where hed been, and then his tail cracked like a whip overhead and a rag-doll flail of broken limbs arced away over the eyrie edge and on down to the maelstrom below.

On the walls, in the dragon yard, amid the mayhem, the Taiytakei were fighting among themselves. Why?

The Black Moon has turned them to his cause. Diamond Eye whipped around and spat a stream of fire into the air, incinerating an Elemental Man as he appeared overhead. I hear their thoughts. The dragons own were tinged with a vicious glee. I know where they will be. In the middle of the dragon yard three killers appeared around the Crowntaker at once, one behind, one crouched in front, one upside down over his head, all three with their blades stretched to greet him. The next instant all three were gone, puffs of black smoke and dust torn to shreds by the howling wind. Diamond Eye wheeled in the air. He soared low over the walls, cleansing them, pouring flames. I hear their thoughts. A hatchling skittered down the entrance to the hatchery tunnels and disappeared into the bowels of the eyrie. I hear them die. Other hatchlings climbed the walls and dived over the sides. Their cries mingled with the desperate howls of men. The last Taiytakei too stupid or slow to have fled into the tunnels were cornered and torn limb from limb. The Crowntaker stood in the very centre of the yard now, watching it all, silver fire pouring from his eyes like burning moonlight.

'He bound you to me.

Yes.

'And if I release you, what will you do, dragon?

You cannot undo what he has done.

Liang s.n.a.t.c.hed the box of fire globes shed stolen from Tsens rockets. There was the bomb shed made before shed left for the Konsidar. She put that on a sled with a crate of unshaped gla.s.s. She could hear the soldiers outside, shouting at slaves to get out of the way, to stay in their rooms, to hide and barricade their doors. Liang hadnt the first idea how to kill, hurt, stop or even merely annoy the adult dragon, but wasnt that why there were lightning cannon on the walls? And the Elemental Men surely, surely, it had crossed the mind of at least someone that Zafir was neither stupid nor likely to go meekly to the scaffold?

She ran out into the tunnels. A burst of screams echoed around the twist of the pa.s.sageway. The walls lit up with a flare of orange light and a crack of lightning shook the air and then another. Another scream . . .

A torrent of flames poured around the curve of the pa.s.sage. It rushed at Liang with nowhere to go except on and through and past. She cringed, willed the gold-gla.s.s in her hand into a bubble and cowered inside it. Another crack of lightning rattled her ears and then an armoured soldier raced around the curve of the pa.s.sage towards her, arms flailing, eyes bulging in terror. 'Dragon! She caught his arm as he pa.s.sed and tugged him off balance. He tripped over her sled and sprawled. She was already shaping the gla.s.s in her other hand into a wider s.h.i.+eld.

'Hold your ground and give me your wand!

She barely had time. The hatchling hurtled around the twist of the pa.s.sage in pursuit, claws scratching and sc.r.a.ping and scrabbling on the stone. Liang fired lightning at its face and slammed it into the tunnel wall, a tangle of wings and claws. The soldier was back on his feet. Liang s.h.i.+fted her s.h.i.+eld to engulf them both, grabbed his lightning wand and stuck it through the gla.s.s beside her own. The hatchling untangled itself and hissed. Liang let fly with both wands and the air rang with thunderbolts, echoes loud enough to rattle bones. She picked up the bomb and threw it. The thunder of the explosion slammed into her. Pieces of semi-molten wire flew like shot. One side of the s.h.i.+eld shattered and Liang found herself on the floor. Something hot stung her face and a deep burning pain started in her calf. She scrambled to her feet. She couldnt see through one eye but the other was working well enough. The hatchling was crumpled. Half its face was shredded to the bone and one of its eyes was missing. It crawled and clawed its way a few feet towards her and then shuddered and stopped. Liangs leg buckled under her. A piece of gla.s.s like the blade of a knife was sticking out of her calf.

She wiped the blood off her face and wrestled the dazed soldier to his feet. 'Go! Ill make as many as I can. Send someone back to get them. And for the love of Charin, kill the dragons rider. Find an Elemental Man and send him after the Arbiter and tell her that Chay-Liang said to please make her pretty little head explode. As the soldier started off, Liang shouted after him, 'And make sure you destroy the eggs too! Because it was quite enough to have to deal with a dragon once, even a little one, without having to deal with it all over again a few hours later.

Diamond Eye tipped his wings and circled the eyrie rim, rooting out the soldiers whod sought shelter in the piles of rubbish. He flew slowly as though stalking them and then landed, and each time the eyrie shook under his weight. Whenever a Taiytakei broke cover, the dragon simply watched to see what his prey would do. The first fled in such panic that he ran right off the edge of the eyrie and plunged howling into the annihilation of the storm-dark. Others Diamond Eye lashed with his tail, batting them far into the air. Some he caught with tooth and claw and ripped apart, or held them down and burned them until their gla.s.s and gold melted into a smear on the stone.

A sled rose into the air across the eyrie and sped away. Then another and another and then more. The hatchlings shrieked and dived in furious pursuit. Diamond Eye leaped from the rim, curled and arced under the eyries black stone belly, weaving among the flickers and rivers of purple lightning. He came at the fleeing Taiytakei from beneath, overhauling the sleds one by one, plucking away their riders and throwing them into the sky, shattering gla.s.s with a swing of his tail or simply sending men tumbling through the air with the wash of his wings. His joy howled through Zafirs head, but this wasnt Dhar Thosis where it had engulfed her and become her own. She felt a coldness now that Diamond Eye was free. An awe and perhaps even a fear. A dread of what would follow. The dragon didnt need her any more.

'Stop!

He turned, sullen and resentful, and landed in the dragon yard, simmering while the hatchlings cavorted in the air, tearing down the last of the fleeing sleds. Zafir slid from his back. She walked away through the carnage of fire and lightning and death. Tuuran and the Crowntaker lived. Oh, and when she peered, the alchemist was cringing in a corner, pressed up against the wall, and the poor b.a.s.t.a.r.ds in their cages by the gallows seemed unhurt. Everything else was dead, lightning-charred, fire-scorched, ripped to shreds or all of that and more. Men torn limb from limb, scattered in pieces and then roasted.

The hatchlings wanted more. They crashed across the eyrie, talons scrabbling on the stone, tumbling in their eagerness, and raced for the tunnels with their heads full of blood and slaughter. Theyd kill everyone, man, woman, slave, soldier, kwen, tvarr . . . A delicious coldness filled Zafir. They deserved it. All of them. Every Taiytakei, every slave, every man, every woman.

Dragon thoughts. She pushed them away. Make them stop, dragon! We do not need this ma.s.sacre. She reached the pa.s.sage which led to where the Scales had lived. There were hatchlings down there, two at least. Shed seen them go inside. She ran across the dragon yard to the tunnels where the slaves were quartered. Tell them to stop. She raced inside to the room that had been hers before shed taken to living on the wall at Diamond Eyes side. Shed had a door at least, which was more than most slaves ever had, and by some miracle no one had kicked it in. She tried it but it wouldnt move. She hammered her fist against the iron. 'Myst! Onyx? Make. Them. Stop.

No answer. She barged her shoulder against it and felt it give a little, as though held shut by someone then a voice came back: 'Mistress?

'Let me in. They were alive. The slaves whod been hers since the Taiytakei had taken her from her home. The rush of relief took her by surprise how strongly it shook her. She heard the sc.r.a.pe of wood on stone and the door opened. Myst and Onyx looked at her, wide-eyed at her scorched blood-streaked armour.

Alive. That was what mattered. Zafir squeezed past. And what she really wanted now was to strip off her armour and throw it aside and have them wash her clean, scrub her skin with cold water and soft oils, dress her in silks and lie beside her as she closed her eyes. Somewhere safe. That was all shed ever really wanted. She whispered, though no one was listening, 'Make them stop.

Distant screams echoed through the tunnels. Furious hatchling shrieks as Diamond Eye called them back. Zafir pulled her hand-maidens close.

'Stay here, she whispered. 'And I will keep you safe.

Liang lurched back to her workshop. She looked at her leg. b.l.o.o.d.y and messy but shed just have to make do. So Bellepheros had tried to poison the dragons and it hadnt worked, was that it? Or maybe it had and this was the result? Easy enough to have the rider-slave take the dragon out into the deep desert to do the killing, wasnt it? Why did they have to do it here? Oh yes, for the show of it. She ought to go up and see for herself but she could barely walk.

She rushed the first bomb. Bigger than the last but not as hard to carry. Bigger was probably better, wasnt it? Neatly ended her wire problems too hardly mattered whether it was quarter-finger electrum or third-finger white gold when it was fizzing through the air like a ball from a cannon. She set to work on the next. Shed made seven and had run out of spare wire when she realised the eyrie had fallen quiet and that the soldier hadnt come back.

Her leg was killing her.

53.

Old Wounds The light of the white stone walls was bright and cold. It carried a touch of silver to it now and didnt seem to Zafir quite as she remembered it. More moonlight than sunlight, though the sky outside was still brilliant dazzling day. She wasnt sure how long she stood there holding Myst and Onyx. Not long. Couldnt have been. She turned back and opened the door again and there was Tuuran standing right outside. She walked past and then stopped and turned and looked him in the eye. He bowed and carefully looked away. Stupid old traditions had no place here but he was an Adamantine Man, drilled without mercy as to what was expected of him.

Eventually all wounds healed. They had to, didnt they?

'Im sorry, she said. It was a little thing that changed nothing and yet it was huge. She couldnt remember the last time shed said that, not to anyone. Sorry had died in the Pinnacles.

Tuurans bow grew deeper. Perhaps he didnt know what else to do.

'Look at me, Zafir commanded. 'I said Im sorry.

Tuuran looked at her. 'A speaker does not apologise to an Adamantine Man, he said gruffly. 'Not for anything, your Holiness. We serve. From birth to death, nothing more, nothing less. We are your most loyal servants.

'But I was no speaker when I took your knife from your belt. I was merely a young princess who apparently inspired the wrong thoughts. I know you held your silence. I know my mother knew you were innocent. I knew you were innocent. I should have had you freed. Instead I had you sent away as a slave.

Tuuran looked away. 'Had you not, I would have been hanged for my crime.

'There was no crime.

'But there was, Holiness. He was a prince. I spoke out of turn. It was my knife and I didnt stop you. That was enough. He dropped to the floor and pressed his head to the stone. 'I have not forgotten, Holiness, he said as he rose. 'I have never felt a shred of regret for what I did. I was content for my life to be forfeit and I have not forgotten that it was saved.

Zafir couldnt breath. An unfamiliar lump choked her throat. This wasnt how it was supposed to be. She should be the one abasing herself. He was supposed to be angry with her, furious for his years of slavery. A little forgiveness. That was all she wanted. Grat.i.tude? She couldnt begin to understand grat.i.tude. How? 'Forgive me, Tuuran.

'There is no forgiveness to be had, Holiness. None is required.

Zafir clenched her fists. 'Forgive me anyway! She screwed her eyes shut. Stupid! That way didnt mean anything. 'No. Never mind. I did not speak. Look after my slaves, Tuuran. They deserve a better mistress. She fled from him outside into the brilliance of the afternoon sun, where the wind caught her and pulled her a step sideways. The wind invigorated her. It blew away the smell of burned men and charred skin. She felt the sun on her face.

A handful of slaves was at work around the charred remains of the scaffold, taking it down. The cages still stood beside them. By some miracle the men inside remained alive. Maybe they hoped for release. Maybe they were right to hope. She didnt know. Diamond Eye perched on the wall above them with the hatchlings beside him. She counted. Three were missing and she idly wondered where they were, whether they were still combing the tunnels or dead or had simply flown away. The eyrie felt oddly still. Paused, as if holding its breath for something.

Diamond Eye slowly turned to look at her. Your thoughts will always be with me, little one.

'Get out of my head!

A handful of soldiers emerged from one of the tunnels with a pack of slaves in their wake. They began dragging the bodies in the dragon yard into neat lines and stripping them. The slaves worked while the soldiers looked on sombrely. Why werent they terrified? They worked quietly, muted by their own survival perhaps, but not sullen or resentful or afraid. They didnt seem like prisoners. She didnt understand what the Crowntaker had done. She didnt understand how or why or who he was or why she was alive. In a way it didnt matter. He was the Silver King, a half-G.o.d who did as he pleased.

She walked to the cages and looked up to the dragons. The hatchlings watched her with barely suppressed fury. She could see the intelligence in their eyes, the hunger. Awake and yet somehow bound to the Crowntaker, this Silver King. They whispered in the corners of her thoughts, free and full of eager joy tinged with the ever-present rage and the urge to burn.

She stopped before Diamond Eye, a dragon shed known since the day he hatched. Hed been her favourite until Onyx had grown bigger and stronger but he was a stranger now. Vioros, her mothers alchemist, had once said that woken dragons felt none of the things you might expect of them, that they understood neither forgiveness nor revenge, neither spite nor mercy. They were simply dragons and did as they pleased.

Diamond Eye towered over her like a winged mountain.

'I release you, she said, and forced herself to meet his eye. Hed eat her now. Or burn her, or flick her with his tail and fling her high out into the sky to fall into the storm-dark.

It is not your binding to unmake.

'Then I ask nothing of you. I will give you no commands. You are free from me.

Diamond Eye looked at her for a long moment of silence.

Why?

Because now I understand what it is to be a slave.

You have always been a slave.

Tears blurred her eyes.

Do you think this frees you?

'No. The doll-womans circlet felt heavy across her brow but they both knew that wasnt want Diamond Eye meant. Shed feel that circlet there for ever, long after it was gone, if it ever was. She was slave to who she was.

'Why? Why do I matter to him at all? Not to the Crowntaker but the thing he carried with him. The Silver King, the Black Moon.

Diamond Eye didnt answer but Zafir caught a fleeting idea of something sharp. The Adamantine Spear. The dragon should have hated her, as Tuuran should, but instead she was offered grat.i.tude from one and indifference from the other; and if she had a purpose or a value left to her then neither had anything to do with who she was or how she thought or what she felt, only an ancient spear that sat far away in another world. The Adamantine Spear of the Silver King, claimed by her blood.

She turned her back on the dragons. The soldiers were helping the slaves with the bodies, all of them working together. The dead were now mostly in rows, stripped and with what survived of their belongings in tidy piles beside them. No one looked at her except the four men in their cages beside her: Mad QuaiShu, who sat almost naked in his own filth; MaiChoiro Kwen, who cowered in a corner as far away from her as he could get; Shonda of Vespinarr, formerly the mightiest man in the world, now held in a cage by the Elemental Men for everyone to see before he was hanged. She looked at Shonda. Stripped of all his power and his peac.o.c.k robes and his rainbow silks and gold and silver threads, he was fat man in a shabby tunic, old and weak and crumpled; and yet as he met her eye, he straightened and puffed himself up, and there was still something about him. An aura of command, of a man accustomed to having the world at his fingertips.

'Rider-slave. I remember you.

'Every time you look at the brand on your arm? Zafir bared her teeth.

'The one on my back hurts more. You were a queen once. The queen of all queens in your own world.

Zafir shook her head. 'And look at us now, Shonda of Vespinarr, look at us now. She tapped the gold-gla.s.s around her head.

'I think you have the better of it.

'For now. For how much longer I couldnt say.

'Where did you get your sorcerer, dragon-queen?

Zafir tried not to laugh at that. She waved a hand as if he was nothing. 'One of my Adamantine Guardsmen brought him. To be truthful, I havent had time to ask.

Shonda roared with bitter laugher. 'I curse your dragons, dragon-queen. QuaiShu was a friend and they broke him. Vey Rin was my brother and they broke him as well. He gave her a little bow. The irony made Zafir chuckle and shake her head.

The lord of Vespinarr shuffled closer and sat cross-legged as close to her as he could get. 'I did not get where I was, rider-slave, by kindness. Shall we bargain? A way across the storm-dark? No navigator will take you, not if they know who you are, but I can slip you aboard a s.h.i.+p so no one will ever know. It will be your s.h.i.+p, your crew . . .

A bark of laughter came from the next cage. The unknown fourth man. 'Save your words, Shonda of Vespinarr. You and I were better off when the Elemental Men merely meant to hang us. And Zafir smiled because she recognised him now. Shrin Chrias Kwen, whose men had raped her and then put Dhar Thosis to the sword while shed burned it from above. He was changed. Hed lost a foot and the Statue Plague was working its way through the rest of him. His face was swollen, his hair ragged, but his voice gave him away, and eyes, now that she looked, yes, his eyes too. She turned her back on the cages and rested her hands on her hips. Underneath, she and Chrias were alike. He hadnt had all his power simply given to him at every turn, hed fought and bled and killed for it and worse. There were dark locked rooms in his past, she was quite sure of that, and theyd made him into a monster just as theyd made her into one too.

The slaves and the soldiers had almost finished stripping the bodies. The Crowntaker was with them now, taking pieces of Taiytakei armour and offering them about, though the slaves seemed reluctant to take them. Zafir looked deep inside to see if she could find any shred of pity for Shrin Chrias Kwen and what shed done to him, but all she saw was Brightstars blood pooling across the floor of her little cabin on QuaiShus s.h.i.+p the day theyd arrived in Xican, and then, much later, when hed come to her with his men and told them to rape her, one after another. She turned her head to him. 'Should I just let you go, Chrias Kwen? Ive nothing left for you. Ill not touch you, nor torture you, nor even notice your end. But I think you might stay in that cage a while so I can come out and see you and remember what you are. When you can give me a reason why my slave had to die, one that makes you more of a man and not less of one, I might ask my alchemist to ease your suffering.

She turned away. Chrias spat at her back. 'You have the plague as well! You gave it to me, so you must. Guard your alchemist then, lest I reach from beyond the grave one day and take him from you and laugh as you follow me to h.e.l.l! Everything I am, you will become!

Zafir left the cages. She would be with her slaves again, she thought, and set them free as well; but before she could cross the dragon yard, the Crowntaker cut her off. His eyes no longer burned silver and he was simply a man. Wiry and skinny and shorter than she was but with a face that looked as though it had walked through Xibaiya and back again, chasing ghosts for fun. She stopped and let him stand in front of her. 'And you, Crowntaker? What do you want of me? She looked at the golden knife on his belt, closed her eyes and shook her head. 'Shall I be your willing slave? You wouldnt be the first to try it.

The Crowntaker flipped the knife out of its sheath and offered it to her, hilt first. 'A warlock stabbed me with this knife and made me his slave a while. A dozen years later I killed him with it. That day he cut me, he told me my future. "Dragons for one of you. Queens for both. An empress." Those were his words. Are you an empress?

'I am a dragon-queen.

'I saw myself confronted by a man with own face but many years older. I had a javelin in my hand. I raised it to throw and the man spoke. Half a lifetime later I met myself on the road. I had a javelin in my hand. I raised it to throw and the man with my face spoke the words Id heard more than twenty years before. You and I are meant for something, Dragon-Queen Zafir.

Zafir c.o.c.ked her head. 'Men have wooed me in a lot of ways over the years but that ones new. Youre the Silver King. You make the world as you want it. Youve taken my dragons. If you dont mean to use your sorcery on me then Ill be away to my own realm, if I can. I would like to go home. I would like to find one. To have one. And it is not here. She stepped around him and walked away.

'I dont know who I am, dragon-queen.

'Then Im the last person in the world you should ask for help, she called over her shoulder. 'If you ever find the answer, tell me how you did it.

Slaves and soldiers alike were gathered around the dead, men trying on armour, cracks of lightning as the wands from the fallen were tested. A steady trickle of men walked up to the walls and over them, each carrying a body. She didnt see what they did with them. Tipped them into the abyss below? But that was a waste when there there were hungry dragons to feed. She climbed up to an empty stretch of wall out in the teeth of the wind and looked across the storm-dark to the G.o.dspike. She sat in her armour, filthy and sticky, flaking crumbs of cooked and crusted gore whenever she moved, and stared out over the roiling clouds and the far-off desert. Twinkles in the sky marked gla.s.s.h.i.+ps floating not so many miles away. Dozens of them. The Taiytakei.

'Theyll come back, you know, she sighed to the wind. Or maybe she was talking to her dragons. 'They will. Will our Silver King come out to fight them again when they do?

He is the Black Moon, whispered the dragons in her mind, and Zafir laughed because here was a thing that no alchemist could know, no Adamantine Man, but she did because shed seen it deep within the Pinnacles, in the murals on the walls in the places forbidden to any but the queen of the Silver City. Pictures of the Silver King carrying the Adamantine Spear to war against a man of two faces, and one of them was the moon.

'Tell him to take me home and I will show them to him. The murals had a sadness to them. A regret, as if of something gone terribly wrong.

The wind s.h.i.+fted. Zafir s.h.i.+vered. Out of the wind the heat was wilting, but in it . . . Even under her armour she had gooseb.u.mps. She sat a while and watched the sun slowly climb across the sky. Off in the distance the tiny stars of the gla.s.s.h.i.+ps were moving. Zafir got up, turned and looked down to the dragon yard, at the slaves and the soldiers working dutifully as though nothing had changed and the morning of slaughter had never happened.

'Wheres the witch? she asked, but the dragons had no answer. Shed find out for herself then. She went looking for Tuuran.

54.

Stowaway Tuuran bowed as his speaker came to him. When she held out her hand, he touched his lips to the ring on her middle finger, the Speakers Ring of the Adamantine Palace. As he did, she touched the back of his head. It felt odd. Off, and his hair was greasy and stiff with dirt and sand. 'In this realm there are no others, she told him. 'I have you alone. You are the first of what will become a new ten thousand. I name you Night Watchman.

She released him and he fell to his knees and pressed his head to the ground in front of her feet. 'I cannot, Holiness. I cannot take this honour. I am not worthy.

'Worthy or not, this is what you have become. There is a price.

'Holiness?