Skulduggery Pleasant: Death Bringer Part 5

Valkyrie glared at him through the rain. "I had nothing to do with it."

"Yes, you did. You are Darquesse, Valkyrie. Darquesse isn't a different person, no matter how many times we talk about her like she is. At its simplest level, Darquesse is a state of mind."

"I'm sorry?"

"She's you, without your conscience, or your feelings. She's you without your humanity."

"You're saying she's a mood swing?"

He shrugged. "Or maybe you are her mood swing."

"Don't even joke about that."

Skulduggery picked up the wooden box and they started back towards the cottage. "I'm not joking. The fact is we have no way of knowing if the person who we think we are is at the core of our being. Are you a decent girl with the potential to someday become an evil monster, or are you an evil monster that thinks it's a decent girl?"

"Wouldn't I know which one I was?"

"Good G.o.d, no. The lies we tell other people are nothing to the lies we tell ourselves."

"You have an amazing ability to depress me sometimes, you know that?"

"I try my best." Skulduggery gestured, and his mud-soaked hat rose into his hand. He gazed at it forlornly. "How are you feeling?"

"Headachy. But fine. Bad man got away."

"Yes, he did."

"He killed Paul Lynch and now the little old lady Lynch confided in. Somebody doesn't want us to know anything about the Pa.s.sage. You think he was a Necromancer?"

"Even though dressing in black is in no way an indication a yes, I quite do."

She nodded. "Me too. Plus, he had a ridiculous beard. I should probably ask Solomon about him."

"I should probably help."

"No hitting."

"A small amount of hitting."

Fletcher lunged out of thin air before them, his eyes wide, fists clenched, ready to fight. He looked at them, spun round, spun back again.

"Where are they?" he asked.

"Back in the box," Valkyrie told him. "Did you find out anything?"

"China wasn't at the library," he said, the rain flattening down his hair. "n.o.body there could help me. How did you beat them?"

"With unimaginable skill," Skulduggery said. "Valkyrie, I've got a two-hour drive back to Dublin where dry clothes await me."

She nodded. "I'll be ready."

He walked to the Bentley. Fletcher turned to Valkyrie, hands loosely holding her arms. "I didn't want to leave," he said quietly.

She smiled. "I know."

"You should have come with me."

"Let's not ruin a nice moment by arguing, OK?" She kissed him.

He sighed, and instead of rain on her face there was suns.h.i.+ne, and instead of being outside a small cottage with a broken window they were behind a tree in her back garden. "Much better," she murmured. Dripping wet and covered in mud, she took Fletcher's hand and they stepped out from behind the tree.

Her parents, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends and neighbours, people she'd known all her life and people she'd never met stood around the barbecue pit and stared, their chatter dying away.

"Uh," said Valkyrie.

Chapter 6.

China's Secret.

n Monday morning, China Sorrows walked the weed-strewn gap that led to the Church of the Faceless. She entered without knocking, found the head of this little chapel on his knees with his eyes closed, praying. A small man who greatly resembled a weasel a Prave, his name was. She didn't know his first name and she didn't care. She'd been here only once before, and by the time she left she had blood on her hands and a gun to dispose of.

"Curiosity," she said, and Prave's bulbous eyes snapped open and he jumped to his feet. "That's what brought me here. Who, I wondered, would be audacious enough to summon me to a squalid little house of worthless wors.h.i.+p such as this? Surely, I told myself, it can't be this man Prave, this snivelling little toad-person with a penchant for bad suits and terrible s.h.i.+rts."

"What... what's wrong with my s.h.i.+rt?" he burbled in a Yorks.h.i.+re accent, his voice a nasal whine that triggered a primal urge within China's psyche to hit something.

"It's orange," she told him. "It can't be him, I thought. The man has no backbone to brag about, no spine to speak of. Who, then? Who is pulling the strings of the weasel-faced toad-person? So it is curiosity that brings me here, Mr Prave. Unveil your hidden master or risk me growing bored. I do terrible things when I grow bored."

Prave stared at her with those round, wet eyes of his, and China heard slow, measured footsteps in the other room a high heels on wood. China knew who it was instantly.

Eliza Scorn walked through, dressed in black trousers and a jacket. She had left her long red hair to fall round her face, framing those cheekbones, those lips. Many men had fallen in love with Eliza Scorn, and then instantly forgotten her when China walked into the room. That was only the start of the animosity between them.

"China," Scorn said, smiling.

"Eliza. What a surprise."

"Please. I bet you've known I was back for months, haven't you?"

"I may have heard talk."

"And you didn't try to get in touch? We could have met up, talked about the old days, traded gossip. Who's alive, who's dead, who's about to die, that kind of thing."

"My apologies, Eliza. I've been very busy."

"Of course, of course, with the library. I must call round, see how it looks. How have you been? You're still as beautiful as ever."

"As are you, my dear. I love your shoes."

"Aren't they delightful? I saw them and just had to have them. Their previous owner wasn't too keen to let them go, but I can be very persuasive when I want to be."

"Is that her blood on the left one?"

"And no amount of scrubbing will get it out, either. I hear you are still a treacherous heathen, then? Your back is still turned to the Dark G.o.ds?"

"Both firmly and resolutely. I met some of them, a few years ago. Not very nice, to heathen and disciple alike."

Scorn shrugged. "If the Faceless Ones deemed those disciples to be unworthy, so be it. We'll just have to make sure that the rest of us are worthy of their love the next time they return."

"The next time? Oh, my dear Eliza, you're not going to carry on with this, are you? The Faceless Ones had their chance. They returned, and they were sent away again. It's time to move on. Time to take up another hobby, like crocheting, or serial-killing."

"Nonsense. Their return, however brief, was a signal that it can be done. We just need better organisation."

"And you are going to provide that?"

"Naturally. The Church of the Faceless is going to have to expand, of course. We can't be seen to be congregating in run-down old chapels like this. We need to appeal to a higher level of patron. Which is where you come in."

"Now this should be fascinating."

"We need your resources to get us started. Not just money, although we'll be taking that too, but your contacts. The people you know, China. They are what we want. They can get us what we need. It's going to be glorious, let me tell you."

"Eliza, I don't wish to be rude, but... actually, no, I don't really care. Eliza, I came here today to find out who would have the audacity to summon me anywhere. If it had just been that weasel-faced gentleman cowering in the corner, he would be begging for forgiveness right about now. But as it's you, seeing as how we are such good friends, I will simply depart. It was lovely seeing you again."

"Prave," Scorn said, "why don't you step forward like a good little weasel, and tell China what you told me?"

Prave stepped up, coughed, brushed the dust from his knees. "A year and a half ago," he said nervously, "you had just left here. I watched you go."

There was a part of China that immediately tensed, but all she did was brush a strand of hair back over her ear, and wait patiently.

"You met Remus Crux outside," Prave continued. "You were talking. He looked, he looked agitated and... I went out and hid behind the wall. I heard what he said, before you shot him."

"Do you remember what Crux said?" Scorn asked China. "I bet you do. He said that you handed Skulduggery Pleasant's wife and child over to Nefarian Serpine. He said that you led them to their deaths."

China looked at them both, and nodded slowly. "I see," she said.

Scorn smiled again. "Look at her face, Prave. Isn't it a beautiful face? Isn't it the most beautiful face you ever did see? But beauty is so deceptive. Looking at her now, you'd never guess that she was calculating the most efficient way of killing us, would you? There's not a hint of that in those startlingly pale blue eyes. If we didn't know better, we'd still be gazing at her, falling in love all over again, and she could walk right up and stab us through the heart, and we'd never see it coming. All because of that beautiful face.

"But we do know better, don't we, Prave? We know better because I know China. I've known her a long, long time. We were inseparable once. We did everything together. We were so close we could practically read each other's minds."

"Can you read my mind now?" China asked.

Scorn laughed. "I don't even need to, dear China, and I know you don't need to read mine. Blackmail is such an ugly, ungainly word, but these are ugly and ungainly times in which we live. You will do as I say, exactly as I say, or I will tell the Skeleton Detective your terrible, terrible secret. Do you agree to my terms?"

"I really can't see that I have any other choice, now do I?"

"No, you really don't."

"Then I agree to your terms," said China. "I'm usually the one doing the blackmailing, so at the very least it will be interesting to experience it from the other side."

"I'm glad you're taking this so well."

"Oh, dear Eliza, we are professionals, are we not? To allow something like this to get personal would be an unforgivable lapse of character. By the way, I was lying earlier. Those shoes are horrible on you."

Scorn laughed, and shook her head. "Oh, China. I have missed you."

"And I have missed you, Eliza. But don't worry. Next time, my aim will be better."

Scorn clapped her hands. "Delightful! Delightful!" With her hands clasped over her chest, she walked from the room. "We'll be in touch, my love! And you'll remember the way it used to be a Scorn and Sorrows, together again! The world will tremble!"

China watched her go, then turned and left the church without even glancing at Prave. The moment she stepped into the open air, her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched.

China spent the next few hours sitting in her apartment, running through scenarios in her head. Her only option seemed to be to kill Eliza Scorn, but even this had its problems. For one thing, someone as resourceful as Scorn would certainly have found a way to release the incriminating information in the event of her untimely demise. For another, the actual physical act of killing her would not be easy. Scorn was a formidable adversary, and not one China would be confident of taking down on her own. The main problem in all of this was that China had a lot to lose, while Scorn had virtually nothing. This automatically put China in the weaker position. And if there was one thing China hated, it was a weak position.

Someone knocked on the door and China looked up, waved at the symbol carved into the doorframe. A section of the door turned translucent from her side, and she saw Valkyrie exchanging a few words with Skulduggery before he went into the library and she turned back, continuing to wait. Neither seemed particularly furious, so China deemed it safe to open the door.

"h.e.l.lo, my dear," she said, greeting Valkyrie with the warmest smile she was capable of. "Come in, come in. Let us talk of important things before Skulduggery disturbs us. You look as beautiful as ever."

Valkyrie smiled in response and walked in, wearing her usual black. "You should have seen me yesterday," she said. "Myself and Fletcher turned up at my sister's christening dripping with mud."

"Irish weather is not kind to teleportation. How did you manage to explain it?"

"Sprinkler system, flower beds, a lost dog a it wasn't easy, but eventually we bombarded everyone with enough conflicting details that they figured it was easier to just let us get away with it."

"Ah, the curse of maintaining a secret ident.i.ty," China said.

Valkyrie sat at the elaborately carved eighteenth-century table a what was commonly referred to as an antique, even though China was much older. "We went up against the Jitter Girls," Valkyrie said.

China's eyebrow rose fractionally. "How did you escape?"

"Skulduggery and I managed to get them back in the box."

"My word, that is impressive."

"We're trying to identify the man who released them."

"I am sorry, Valkyrie, I can't help you. The last I heard of the Jitter Girls, they'd been seen in New Zealand, but this was maybe ten years ago. I have no idea who would have had access to them since then. Of course, when I said we should talk of important things, that is not quite what I had in mind."

Valkyrie laughed softly, and crossed her legs. "You want to know about Fletcher."

"But of course. Some people watch television for their vicarious thrills. All I need do is talk to you. How is Fletcher these days? Apart from muddy?"

"He's grand."