The Blood Debt Part 46

*Was Lodo's nephew. Didn't he tell you? I thought he would have when you met. Perhaps he meant to later.'

s.h.i.+lly fumbled for her memories of that first meeting in the Broken Lands with the wardens stranded in the Homunculus's wake. Kail had come to join her and Sal in the buggy, and talked about how Lodo's family had spurned him for rebelling against tradition. He had said that Marmion was Lodo's nephew - or so she'd taken his words to mean.

Looking back on it now, the conversation had a very different cast. Marmion, Kail had actually said, is a hapless peac.o.c.k who would rather die than admit any disloyalty to the Alcaide. Look all you like, but I doubt you'll see any family resemblance.

All true.

But: These days, Lodo's nephew likes to think he's leading this expedition. There are, however, plenty who disagree.

Marmion was in charge of the expedition. Habryn Kail was leading it, or trying to. Kail the outsider, the loner, the tracker.

Not Marmion. Kail.

Blood rushed to her cheeks. Her embarra.s.sment couldn't have been more profound. All those times she'd wished Marmion could be more like Lodo, and not once had Kail corrected her mistake. Had it been a case of simple misconception on her part, or deliberate misdirection on his? Either way, he had let it persist.

Embarra.s.sment turned to anger. Why hadn't he told her the truth? Had he been laughing at her expense? Enjoying her foolishness? Secretly betting on how long it would take her to make the connection?

And now he was gone. He had left the last laugh too late.

Serves him right, she thought, even as she came to the understanding that he hadn't been laughing at her at all. He had been watching her and relating with her in a way that wouldn't have been possible if she had known the truth. She would have been evaluating him, judging him right back - just as she had been with Marmion. Her expectations would have got in the way of any genuine communication.

He had, perhaps, wanted her to like him for who he was, not who she wanted him to be. That, after all, was what everyone deserved.

*Thank you,' she said to Marmion, *for telling me the truth. I think I earned that much, at least.'

Marmion - free of the burden of her expectations, which he hadn't even known he was bearing - didn't answer. His mouth hung half-open. The sound of his breathing had deepened.

She told herself that an apology wasn't worth waking him for, and felt relief.

Someone knocked at the door behind her. She opened it. Warden Banner stuck her head through the gap. Her eyes took in the entire room with one sweep. Marmion didn't stir.

*It's gone awfully quiet,' Banner observed.

*He's asleep. I'll leave now.'

Banner opened the door wider and s.h.i.+lly stepped through. *It's good that you two talked. The tension has been putting the rest of us on edge.'

*I don't think that'll be a problem any more.' s.h.i.+lly took the woman's arm before she could slip past. *Were you listening?'

*Not enough to hear actual words.'

*Good.' s.h.i.+lly took a moment to gather herself outside the room, then went downstairs. A stiff drink, she hoped, would be just the thing to get the taste of sand out of her mouth - a.s.suming Chu hadn't drunk the bar dry first.

The Mother.

*... except, perhaps, one's heart.'

THE BOOK OF TOWERS, EXEGESIS 4:18.

P.

ain.

Skender tried to open his eyes and failed on the first attempt. Every movement, no matter how slight, sent agony spiking through his skull. It was worse than being in the cage with Rattails poking him, worse than Pirelius's dirty fingers squeezing his windpipe shut, worse even than seeing the ground come up at him when he and Chu crashed her wing.

How had he got in such a situation? What had happened to him?

The last thing he remembered was arguing with Chu. Had she hit him? That didn't seem likely, but it wasn't impossible. How else to explain the utter nothingness that connected that moment to the present?

A dreadful suspicion began to creep over him, made only worse as he prised his eyelids open a crack and took in his surroundings. He was in his room in the Black Galah, sprawled face up on the bed, wearing nothing but his s.h.i.+rt. He didn't remember coming up to his room after the argument; he didn't remember getting undressed. He didn't remember anything after Chu yelling at him, and him yelling back. The content of even that conversation was hazy.

He didn't remember!

The mental breakdown he had suffered was worse than any merely physical pain. He hauled himself upright, appalled at the taste in his mouth. The world spun violently around him, and he supported himself with one hand against the bedpost while his stomach roiled. His new robe lay splayed across the floor. Putting it on required a supreme effort.

The void in his memory gnawed at him. He had to find out what had happened. The thought of not knowing was unbearable. Staggering slightly, he wound his way along the empty corridor of the hostel's top floor to the bathroom, where he was mortified to discover that the strange smell in his nostrils really did come from him.

Urtagh informed him that everyone had gone to inspect the waters in the Divide from the vantage point of the Wall. The landlord also offered him breakfast, which he quickly and firmly declined. The sun was halfway across the sky when he left the hostel. Squinting through the light, still feeling as though someone had hammered nails into his head, he hailed a cab. He collapsed into the back with a groan, and tried his best to ignore the rocking motion of the seat beneath him.

Flashes of the previous night came back to him, disconnected and confused like images from a dream. There had been singing, laughter, shouting, and a lot of drinking. There had also been accusations and hurt and Chu's face before him, mouth moving but words lost in a roar of forgetfulness. The fragments wouldn't fit together, no matter how he tried to force them. How had the argument ended? He needed to know.

The cab let him out at the checkpoint, and the redhead who had been fooled by Gwil Flintham saluted him through. He barely acknowledged her, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other. A cool wind blew from the direction of the Divide, carrying with it the sound of voices. Someone called out to him.

It was Kemp. The big albino occupied a spot on the far side of the right-hand guard rail, his throat bandaged and legs dangling over what had once been empty s.p.a.ce. Now a drop of about six metres led to the surface of swirling, muddy water. Skender took in the mind-boggling view in small pieces, unable to credit the change all at once. The last time he had stood in that spot, the Divide had been exactly as it always had been - a dry, dangerous desert with no reason to recommend it whatsoever.

Now he could have been standing on the bank of an enormous river. The water stretched almost the entire distance across the canyon. He could see strong currents swirling under the surface, coalescing into eddies and whirlpools and fading again as he watched. A flood line - several metres above the water's present level - revealed just how torrential the surge had been. The exposed rock had a scoured, raw finish.

*You don't look so good.' Kemp tugged on a makes.h.i.+ft fis.h.i.+ng line, surely the only one for hundreds of kilometres.

Skender shook his head, not trusting his balance enough to approach any nearer the edge than the guard rail.

A flock of white c.o.c.katoos with yellow crests flew overhead, calling raucously.

*I don't feel so good,' he admitted.

*Here.' Kemp pressed a flask of water into his hand. *Drink. You'll feel better eventually.'

He swigged carefully from it, lest his stomach revolt. *What did I do last night?'

Kemp chuckled. *Boy, you must have got it bad, if even you don't remember.'

Skender felt a flash of irritation. There was no point stating the obvious. *I just want to know, no matter how bad it is.'

*Well, the last time I saw you, we were talking about old times with Chu. She wanted to hear the story of how we were caught by the Sky Wardens in the Haunted City. She seems a good sort, that one. Enjoys a good laugh, anyway.'

Several pieces fell into place. He did recall boasting to someone about his adventures. It could have been Chu.

*What came after that?'

*I don't know. You wandered off to get some more of those delicious koftas and didn't come back. Chu went after you.'

*She did?' That he couldn't remember. The thought of food made him queasy. *Was she mad at me?'

*Not that I could tell. You seemed to be getting on fine.'

*Do you know where she is now?'

*No. Sorry.' Kemp's eyes drifted back out over the water, where his float bobbed fruitlessly among the debris. *Look at that! There's a whole tree in there! Where on Earth does it all come from?'

The water had a sound to it that reminded him of lizards slithering. Skender remembered the old creek beds in the bottom of the Divide, and wondered if there had been a river there once, ages ago. Perhaps something had stopped it up, dammed it, and now that dam had burst. He couldn't imagine the scale of such a dam, and for the moment he didn't care.

Thanking Kemp, he headed further out along the Wall, to the next people in line.

Sal and s.h.i.+lly were arguing about who had said sorry to whom and why. Skender didn't know what they were talking about, and they didn't know what he and Chu had fought over the previous night, since they had retired early.

*Do you think Kail might still be alive?' s.h.i.+lly asked him out of nowhere. *You were down there. You saw him better than Sal did.'

*I don't know,' he said, *but he's a tough old bird. I wouldn't put anything past him, if he set his mind to it.'

Skender couldn't tell whether that news saddened or gladdened them. None the wiser on any count, he wandered off.

More birds glided by, and he followed their trajectory into the sky. A low-flying heavy lifter caught his eye. Tom and Banner and several of the wardens were hanging over its edge, waving as they headed out across the Divide. Now that water had returned to the centre of the world, the Sky Wardens were able to exercise their powers again. He idly wondered what his father and the other Stone Mages would think of that.

A snippet of information came to him in a flash.

Stone and air don't mix.

The phrase was a simple one, frequently heard in his training. Fire and water didn't mix either, and the lesson was one drummed into every Sky Warden or Stone Mage raised in their respective countries - summarising the difference between the divergent philosophies. He had heard the phrase on the lips of the quartermaster, when he had offered to help fix Chu's wing, six days earlier. Something told him that he had heard it even more recently than that.

Again he saw Chu's face before him, angry and hurt. He was stone, and she was air. What had s.h.i.+lly said about him being like his father? Now you're flirting with a flyer from the other side of the Interior. It's a recipe for exactly the same disaster.

A hole seemed to open up beneath him. He sincerely hoped he hadn't said what he thought he might have...

*You look like you're about to either throw up or fall down,' said a familiar voice. He focused on the world around him and saw his mother watching him, concerned. She had changed into new robes; her many sc.r.a.pes and bruises stood out against her pale skin.

*Or both,' he said, putting a hand over his face. Cold sweat p.r.i.c.kled in the breeze. *What have I done?'

*Drank far too much, that's all,' she said, ruffling his hair. *Come and sit down. There are seats along here.'

He followed her towards an impromptu viewing area where someone had had the forethought to provide benches for spectators. His mother walked with the a.s.sistance of crutches, favouring her right leg, but she still managed to outpace him. His entire body felt like it needed a crutch.

When the weight came off his legs, he sighed with intense relief.

*I think I've been unbelievably stupid,' he said. *Again.'

She laughed, revealing a cracked tooth on her upper jaw. Combined with a bandaged eye and short-hewn hair, it made her look like one of Pirelius's bandits. *So you've got a hangover. It's not the end of the world - although it might feel like it for a while.'

*No, not that.' He explained the situation to her: his lack of memory and a growing fear that he might have told Chu something he didn't mean. *I think I told her it wouldn't work between us.'

*Was she interested in trying, do you think?'

*I don't know.' Normally he would have been blus.h.i.+ng to talk about something so intimate with his mother, but his cheeks were cold in the wind and he didn't know who else to turn to. *I can't remember.'

*Well, if that is what happened, you should take some comfort from the knowledge that your father did exactly the same thing to me when we first met. It's nothing to be ashamed of.'

*What isn't?'

*Fear, of course.'

*G.o.ddess.' Now Chu thought he was frightened! His day was deteriorating fast. *I can't imagine Dad turning you down.' He wasn't sure he wanted to think about it in any detail.

His mother seemed to understand that much, at least. *It's a long story. I'll tell you one day, when all this is over. But it worked out for the best, I think.' She put a hand on his arm, where one of the bruises from Pirelius's whip lay.

*Ouch.'

*Sorry.' She laughed. *You Van Haasterens are a fragile lot. If only you'd taken after me.'

He couldn't help a bad-tempered scowl. Fragility, it seemed, was something else he had inherited from his father. Why couldn't Skender be tall like him, too, to make up for it?

*What are you going to do now?' he asked, to turn the subject back to her. *Go back home to Dad?'

*Not just yet.' She flexed her injured leg and winced. *The Aad is flooded, but I'm hoping the tunnels might still be clear. The Caduceus is in there somewhere. It's just a matter of fis.h.i.+ng it out.'

*Why?'

*Why not?'

He didn't have a good answer to that, just a bad one. *You know it won't be complete. Kail took a piece of it with him.'

*I do know that, but it's still an important find. And who knows where Kail will reappear again? Alive or dead, he might still have the fragment on him.' She ran a hand across her close-cropped hair, reaching for the braids that weren't there any more. *What about you? You've found me, so you're free to go back to the Keep, to your father. Is that what you're going to do?'

*I don't know.' The Sky Wardens intended to keep looking for the twins, if they were still alive. At the same time they would investigate the source of the flood and the mysterious Angel that appeared to be driving the man'kin migration. Something was going on in the Hanging Mountains, and it was important to know what that was, in case it spread.

Just because Skender could follow Marmion's reasoning, that didn't mean he had to be part of it. He could leave in good conscience and begin the long trek home that very moment, if he wanted to. He simply wasn't sure, yet, what he would be leaving behind if he did.

Out on the water, the heavy lifter had stopped and lowered ropes tipped with grapnels and hooks. Its stern dipped low under the weight of something it had snared. Skender could just make out Tom and Banner gesticulating and calling instructions to the yadachi crew. The two Engineers would probably be happy in Laure for months, trawling the water for arcane finds. How was Marmion intending to travel upstream anyway? There were no boats in Laure, and buses could only go so far over the increasingly mountainous terrain. He doubted Marmion would get within a kilometre of a heavy lifter again.

It was a fool's errand. He had no part to play in it.

*Chu was here earlier,' said his mother.

*Really? Why didn't you tell me?'