The Blood Debt Part 25
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Kail described what had happened after Sal and Skender disappeared: the group of wardens had been buzzed by three busloads of strangers who hadn't stopped to introduce themselves. s.h.i.+lly had reasoned that there was a connection between these strangers and the Homunculus, and Kail was convinced, now, that she was right.
*The Homunculus missed them at the rendezvous,' he said, *and it came here instead. How could that be a coincidence?'
*So if we find them, we find the Homunculus?' said Sal. *And maybe Skender, too?'
*Correct.'
*Then that's what we'll do. They're all over the Aad, you said. They've found Skender, so they'll be checking to make sure there's no one else here with him. They might search all night. All we have to do is follow one of them back to their lair and we've got them.'
*In a manner of speaking.'
*Well, we'll know where they are, anyway. Once we know that, we can get away, call for Marmion and the others, and it's all over.'
*You make it sound simple,' rumbled Kail. *I can think of a number of things that might go wrong.'
*Sure, but do you have a better plan in mind?'
*No. I just wanted to make certain that you're going into this with your eyes open. A single slip could give us away.'
*I know. Don't worry. I'm very good at keeping my head down. I've had to be, to keep out of the Syndic's hands all these years.'
*Indeed.' Kail emitted a single exhalation that might have been a laugh. *As one of the people who tried to find you and your parents all those years ago, I can fully attest to that.'
Sal wished he could see the tracker's face. Kail's words could be taken many ways. Knowing how they were intended might make a great deal of difference one day - when their quest was over and they returned to their normal lives. Sal had no intention of being taken into custody again, even by people who had, for a time, been his allies.
He moved across the room to tuck Chu's wing behind the door, so that a casual glance during the day wouldn't see it. If he'd managed to sleep half the night without disturbance, he felt confident that it would be safe for the time being.
*Let's just do it,' he said. *Let's find Skender and the Homunculus and get out of here. This place gives me the creeps.'
*I think,' said Kail, coming to stand beside him, *that's the point.'
Skender sat in a cage and stared at his mother. She lay on her side in another cage on the far side of the room. Her braids had been cut off, exposing grey roots; one eye was blackened and swollen; bruises ran up her jawline to her left ear, where a trickle of blood had left splatters down her neck. The arms of her rust-red travelling robe had been torn away, exposing thick lines of tattooed symbols and more bruises. Skender couldn't see her hands; they had been tied behind her back. Her knees and feet were drawn up, like a child sleeping. She looked very thin and frail.
*She's going to be p.i.s.sed when she sees you,' said the large albino occupying the next cage along. *You idiot.'
*It's good to see you too, Kemp.'
*What are you doing here? Haven't you ever heard of the Surveyor's Code?'
*Are you saying you don't want to be rescued?'
*I'm not saying that at all.' Kemp thrust an arm through the metal grid separating them. *I just don't think you're in much of a position to make it happen.'
Skender rose unsteadily to return Kemp's clasp. Kemp's hand was broad and very strong. Skender could see sc.r.a.pes and cuts where he must have tried to free himself, to no avail. No amount of rough bl.u.s.ter could hide the intense worry in the albino's pale-as-gla.s.s eyes.
After dumping him, dazed, in the dungeon with their other prisoners, Skender's captors had left him alone. It was easy to see why they wouldn't worry about him escaping. The dungeon had only one exit and no vents, the latter explaining its powerful smell. Two flickering gas lamps cast shadows that danced and writhed across the walls. There were ten cages, each secure enough to hold a full-sized man'kin, but only five were definitely occupied. The metal bars surrounding Skender on three sides were crosshatched and thick. The fourth side was a wall of solid stone, as were the floor and ceiling. The other cages currently contained Skender's mother, Kemp and one other of her companions - the disgraced Sky Warden Shorn Behenna, also unconscious. A stone bust that might have been Mawson leaned against the bars next to his mother, but the Change-sink enfolding the town had turned him back into dead stone. The rear of one of the corner cages was shrouded in darkness. Skender couldn't tell if it was empty or not.
His mother hadn't moved since his arrival.
*Is she all right?'
Kemp's worried look deepened. *At first they thought Behenna was in charge, but she owned up after the first beating they gave him. The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. They're going easier on her, but it's all relative. I don't know how much more of this she can take.'
Skender couldn't believe what he was hearing. Beatings?
*Do you mean she might...?' He couldn't finish the sentence.
*Either that,' Kemp said, *or she'll just tell them what they want to hear and take what comes next. They won't believe we're ordinary Surveyors. They think we're here to steal something from them.'
Skender thought of his mother's mysterious mission. *Are you?'
*Of course not. We didn't even know they existed until they ambushed us a week ago.' Kemp looked defeated and haggard. His pale skin was dirty and his colourless hair lank. He slumped heavily against the stone wall of the cell and sank down into a sitting position. *The leader is a p.r.i.c.k called Pirelius. You don't want to get on his bad side. When Behenna tried to stand up for your mother, four days ago, they stopped feeding him. They smack him around occasionally, for the fun of it.'
Skender looked at where the ex-Warden lay in his cage, two along from his. Shorn Behenna had shaved his head and begun tattooing it in the style of a Surveyor. He too wasn't moving.
*I do what I can to distract them,' said Kemp, *but they're not falling for it. They know that making me watch is just as bad as an actual beating. Worse, even. They probably know your mum won't talk but are hoping I might. If that doesn't work, they might try the other way around, with someone else. They're certain to, once they work out who you are.'
A river of ice-cold water flooded through Skender's gut at the thought that he might be tortured to make his mother confess to something she wasn't guilty of.
*We have to get out of here,' he hissed.
*Tell me something I don't know.' Kemp rolled his eyes and nodded at the cage in shadow. *If the thing in there can't escape, I don't know how we can.'
Skender turned to stare at the corner cage. The chill in his veins only intensified as he realised what it contained.
*They brought it in a few hours before you,' Kemp explained. *Strangest thing I've ever seen.'
*Was it awake?'
*If it was, it wasn't moving. Not at first. It crawled into the shadows an hour or so ago.'
*Have you tried talking to it?'
*I don't know if it can talk.'
Skender thought of Tom's warning. Find the Homunculus, and you'll find your mother. If you don't, you'll never see her again. Tom had been right on that score. Unfortunately, he hadn't said anything about being unable to escape afterwards.
*It was talking just fine the last time I saw it.'
He stuck one arm through the bars toward the corner cage, and waved it.
*Hey,' he called. *Hey, you! You said you've met me before. Come out and talk to me, since we're such good buddies. We've got to get out of here!'
Kemp shushed him. *Keep it down. They don't like it if we make too much noise.'
*Don't they? Well, let's see them do something about it. Hey!' He whistled piercingly through two fingers. *Come out where I can see you and tell me who you are!'
Something stirred at the very rear of the cage. That's it, thought Skender, as if he was talking to a nervous dog. There's a good boy. I won't hurt you.
*What's all this racket?' snarled a rough voice from the doorway. Skender withdrew his arm as a surprisingly small man in leather pants strode into view. His moustaches hung in thin rattails, as did the fringe of hair above his neck and ears. His skin was a piebald mix of colours under a dense desert tan. Instead of tattoos, a mess of scars stretched up each arm and down his chest.
*Eh?' Bulging eyes took in Skender as the man bent to pick up a long, wooden stick from the centre of the room. *The new pet raising a ruckus, is it?'
Skender backed away as the stick came up and pointed at him through the crosshatched bars. It was easily three metres long with a split and splintered tip. He didn't want to think about the stains.
*Leave him alone, you freak,' said Kemp.
*That's fine coming from you, whiteskin,' Rattails jeered. *Shut up while I teach this young rabbit to behave.'
*If you hit him, you'll regret it!'
*Don't worry. You'll get yours, if you keep that up.'
Rattails slipped the business end of the stick through the bars and rammed it forward, catching Skender hard on the shoulder. The blow was surprisingly powerful and painful. It knocked him spinning off his feet.
*Are you going to be a good rabbit?' Rattails withdrew the stick and leered through the bars. *Or do I have to poke you again?'
Skender blinked back tears of pain and humiliation. Rattails was just dying for him to talk back. Given the slightest excuse, he would beat Skender to a b.l.o.o.d.y pulp.
*Pick on someone your own size,' said Kemp from the cage next door.
*That's not the way it works, whiteskin.' Rattails raised the stick. *You should know that by now.'
Skender thought of Chu saying: I can fight my own battles.
He clambered to his feet, wincing as he moved his shoulder.
*Ah, good. I like a moving target.'
*That must be something of a novelty,' said Skender, *given your breath. Most of your prisoners must keel over as soon as you come into the room.'
Rattails s.h.i.+fted his grip on the stick. His nostrils flared. Skender flinched as the stick jabbed at him again, aimed this time for his unprotected abdomen.
The blow never fell, Kemp lunged through the bars of his cell and caught the stick in one hand. With a defiant roar, he used his superior weight and the bars between them as a fulcrum to lever the other end out of Rattails' hands. Before their jailer could s.n.a.t.c.h it back, he slid it out of reach and snapped it clean in two.
*Hey!' Rattails glared at them both as Kemp slipped Skender half of the broken stick through the bars joining their cages. The albino hefted it like a spear and tested its jagged end.
*Want to try to take it from me?'
Rattails shook his head. *Rabbit thinks it's clever. Thinks it's got spirit.' A slow, cruel sneer spread across the face of their jailer. *I'll leave you two for Pirelius. I'm sure he'll have something to say about this, when he gets back.'
Rattails ran out of the dungeon with a s.a.d.i.s.tic leer. The scars down his back flexed like molten wax.
*Well, that showed him.'' Kemp threw the stick to the ground and sagged back against the wall. His words were brave, but his body language couldn't lie. Skender took no comfort at all from the heavy shaft of wood in his hands. As good as the defiant gesture had felt, they were still on the wrong side of the bars.
*Now what?' he asked.
Kemp shrugged. *Now's the time to tell me you didn't come here alone, that there's an army of Mages out there just waiting to attack.'
Skender thought of Sal sleeping off his exhaustion in an empty building in the Aad. *Not exactly.' And if his mother couldn't find a way to penetrate the Change-sink shrouding the Aad, he had little chance of succeeding. *I think we'll have to see what happens.'
Skender glanced at the corner cell, but the Homunculus had gone back to hiding in the shadows.
The Confession.
*As relics of the past go, belief in G.o.d and the afterlife is perhaps the most quaint. They serve merely as distractions from the truth we all must accept: that this world and this life is all we have.
Calling vinegar wine does not make it taste any better; such lies alter nothing and benefit no one at all.'
THE BOOK OF TOWERS, EXEGESIS 28:22.
B.
arely had s.h.i.+lly fallen asleep, it seemed, when she was being shaken awake by a hand at her shoulder. She sat up, startled, unsure for a moment where she was.
*s.h.i.+lly,' said a voice she recognised as belonging to Warden Banner. *It's Sal's father. He's conscious.' It all came back to her then. She was in the hostel room she shared with two female wardens. They had checked into the Black Galah not long after meeting with the Magister. Instead of discussing their plans then and there, Marmion had ordered them all to bed. No one had argued. The drive to Laure had been long and exhausting and it didn't seem like anything else would happen that night.
She hurriedly dressed. *Did Marmion call for me?'
*No, but I knew you'd want to be there.' The dumpy warden put a finger to her lips and handed s.h.i.+lly her walking stick. *Third door on the right. I wouldn't bother knocking.'
s.h.i.+lly hurried out of the room. The Black Galah wasn't a cla.s.sy establishment by any stretch of the imagination, but it was sufficient to the wardens' needs. The landlord, a swarthy, bottom-heavy man called Urtagh, had cleared the building to make room for the expedition and found parking s.p.a.ces for the buggy and two buses. Skender's room was a tiny attic s.p.a.ce at the end of one of the halls; Chu had said goodnight and disappeared into it immediately. s.h.i.+lly was on the other side of the building, near the two communal bathrooms. The sound of pipes chugging through the night might ordinarily have kept her awake - after the endless quiet of the underground workshop in Fundelry - but exhaustion had quickly won out.
She reached the door Banner had indicated. It wasn't locked. She could hear voices on the other side: Marmion's, insistent and demanding, and another that sounded exactly like Sal's. Her heart leapt to her throat.
This was her chance to find out what manner of creature Highson had brought into the world. Ghost, golem, or something even worse?
After a single deep breath, she lifted the latch and plunged inside.
*What is the meaning -?' Marmion sank back into his seat on seeing who it was. *Of course. Wild camels couldn't keep you away.'
She ignored him. *h.e.l.lo, Highson,' she said to the man on the bed in the centre of the tiny room.
Highson Sparre lifted his head. He wasn't a tall man, but he had a powerful presence. Even in a weakened state, wearing nothing but a soiled vest that was unlaced to his midsection and a sheet to cover his legs, he dominated the room. He had honey-coloured skin, and hair that had once been pure black but was now mostly grey. Time had left his face lined with grief and determination. On seeing her, he reached out with one hand.
*s.h.i.+lly.' His voice was ragged but there was no denying the welcome in it.
She took his hand and clutched it to her chest. Tears surprised her, and she held them back with difficulty. He looked so old.
*Sal, too?' he asked.
*He's off with Skender, otherwise he'd have been here now.'
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