Faerie Wars 03 - Ruler of the Realm (20 page)

'We have a confidential message for Her Majesty,'

Pyrgus said loudly, interrupting him. 'We were proceeding along -'

'Shut up, Pyrgus,' Blue said, interrupting
him.
She had no idea what sort of cock and bull story Pyrgus had dreamed up to explain his presence here, but the situation was far too delicate to let him come barging in with hobnailed boots on. What she needed was to take control. She needed to stop Pyrgus saying anything that might make things worse. She needed to change her uncle's mind about questioning them. Everything was already in a bit of a mess, but she'd got what she came for. The Nighter offer was genuine and Hairstreak had the backing to make it stick. The thing now was to get back to the Purple Palace as quickly as possible and without provoking Lord Hairstreak any further. An idea occurred to her and she turned to her uncle.

'Lord Hairstreak,' she said formally. 'Perhaps if we -'

Henry detached himself from the little group by the door. 'It's time we left, Blue,' he said quietly, taking her arm. She stared at him in astonishment as he began to lead her from the room.

'Pelidne,' Hairstreak said sharply.

Pelidne stepped smoothly between them and the door. Henry moved with such superhuman speed that his arm blurred. Blue didn't even see the blow. But as Henry stepped back she saw Pelidne staring down with horror at the wooden stake protruding from his chest. He stumbled forward, eyes wide. Blood abruptly fountained from the wound, then just as abruptly turned to clouds of choking dust. Pelidne's handsome features wrinkled, turning in a heartbeat to those of an old, old man. His nose caved in, his lips thinned, then shrivelled over pointed, rotting teeth. Suddenly he was falling, crumbling on the inside of his clothes. A pungent smell of decay flooded the room. 'What -?' Blue gasped.

Henry had her arm again and was dragging her towards the door. Hairstreak looked stunned, but still produced a stiletto from a secret pocket of his jerkin. Pyrgus, mouth open, actually took a step backwards. Even Kitterick looked surprised.

Blue found her voice. 'No, Henry!' she shouted. This was a disaster. Her uncle's servant had been killed. In one brief instant the potential for a treaty lay tattered on the floor. She tried to jerk her arm away, but Henry's hand gripped her like a vice. 'Let me go!' she demanded.

Lord Hairstreak was already halfway across the room when Pyrgus recovered from his shock. He began to move towards Henry as well, but Kitterick was a pace ahead of him.

Then suddenly Blue and Henry were no longer there.

'What do you mean,
no longer there? '

This was Madame Cardui as Pyrgus had never seen her before. He hadn't even realised she had an office in the Purple Palace until he went looking for her. But here he was, not simply in an office, but in a suite; and one that was all business. There was no sign of the mad colour schemes she had in her city apartment, or the lavish use of spells. Here everything was sharp, businesslike, functional. And while Madame Cardui was still the Painted Lady - purple hair, flowing gown, spandals that caressed her feet and smiled at you benignly if you looked at them - she had a hard edge now. No wonder Blue appointed her head of the Imperial Espionage Service.

'Just ... not there,' Pyrgus said feebly.

'You mean invisible? He used an invisibility spell?'

Pyrgus shook his head. 'No. You know the way you vanish with an invisibility spell - you sort of fade a bit and crumble and then dissolve into sparks? Well, there was none of that. I don't think it was invisibility. It didn't
look
like invisibility. Besides, Hairstreak's vampire thing closed the door when we came in. We'd have seen it open if they went out that way, invisible or not.'

'There was no other way out of the room?'

'Not even a window,' Pyrgus said. 'It was a privacy chamber.'

'What about some form of transportation?' Madame Cardui asked. 'Alan's been going on about his portable transporter modification - could it have been something like that?'

Pyrgus had been wondering the same thing. Where was Mr Fogarty, anyway? He hadn't been in the palace when they got back, or at his lodge. It was Kitterick who suggested they find Madame Cardui.

'I don't know,' he said. 'I don't think so.' Unless, of course, it was Mr Fogarty who transported them. Seemed too much of a coincidence that somebody else would have developed exactly the same technology at the same time. Unless it was stolen. The possibilities were confusing. 'You'll have to ask Mr Fogarty.'

'Yes, I will, as soon as I can find him. But you think it's possible?'

'I don't know,' Pyrgus said again, frowning. 'I suppose it might be.' The problem was he didn't know what you looked like when Mr Fogarty zapped you. Maybe you simply weren't there like Blue and Henry. Maybe you faded away like an invisibility spell. He just didn't know.

'I think Alan would have mentioned it if he'd planned to rescue them by transporter,' Madame Cardui said. Then, echoing an earlier thought of Pyrgus, she added, 'I can't imagine Hairstreak could have stolen it already.'

'You think Hairstreak is behind this?' Pyrgus asked.

'Not really,' Madame Cardui said. 'Why would he want to abduct them if he already had them in his power?' Her eyes drifted towards Pyrgus. 'I was just thinking aloud. How could Henry kill a vampire?'

'Pardon?' Pyrgus frowned.

'They're notoriously difficult to kill. Difficult and dangerous. I like Henry - he's a sweet boy - but he's hardly the action-hero type. Tell me
exactly
what happened.'

Pyrgus had already told her exactly what happened, but he told her again. There wasn't much to tell. The speed Henry moved at was impossible (and where did he find a wooden stake when he needed one?) and the way Henry disappeared with Blue was impossible as well.

Madame Cardui stared at him thoughtfully for a long time, then suddenly snapped her head round.

'Kitterick, were you recording?'

Kitterick was grooming her translucent cat, which was stretched in a louche manner on its cushions. He glanced round. 'Of course, Madame.'

Madame Cardui stood up. 'I think it's time we replayed this whole incident.'

Pyrgus followed them into a windowless room off the main office. It was filled with projection equipment and, as they entered, a reality globe expanded in the middle of the floor.

'I didn't know about this place,' Pyrgus said, looking around in awe.

'Your sister agreed the funding the day she became Queen.' Madame Cardui lowered the light level with a gesture. 'Kitterick, your seat, please.'

'Yes, Madame.' Kitterick climbed on to a large chair attached to the main projection equipment. As he settled himself, straps emerged to bind his wrists and ankles, while two gleaming metallic tentacles inserted themselves into his ears. He closed his eyes.

'Are you ready, Kitterick?' Madame Cardui asked. 'Yes, Madame.'

Madame Cardui leaned across him and extracted a small card from the tangle of cables that surrounded the machine. It was attached by three differently coloured wires, red, green and blue, to the body of the projector. She parted Kitterick's hair, and plugged the card into the slot in his skull. Then she threw a switch on the back of his chair.

The reality globe began to glow.

Pyrgus watched, fascinated, as a pretty young Trinian in a spangled bathing suit materialised within the globe.

'Concentrate, Kitterick!' said Madame Cardui sharply.

'Sorry, Madame.'

The pretty Trinian disappeared, to be replaced by a replica of Lord Hairstreak's privacy chamber. They were all there: Blue close to Hairstreak, Flapwazzle ... (Where had Flapwazzle disappeared to? Pyrgus suddenly thought. He'd accompanied them back to the palace.) ... Henry, Kitterick and Pyrgus himself, just inside the closed door. And behind Pyrgus, the slim form of Pelidne, Hairstreak's vampire. No one was moving.

'Run sequence,' Madame Cardui demanded.

The scene sprang to life, in three dimensions, full colour and stereo sound.

'Kitterick?' Blue asked conversationally.

'Never better, Ma'am,' Kitterick - the Kitterick inside the reality globe - nodded benignly. 'In the peak of my health, one might say.'
Pyrgus noticed that the real Kitterick, the one in the chair, mouthed the words silently.

Hairstreak said, 'Now we have the niceties out of the way, Your Majesty, perhaps your people would care to tell us why they were trespassing on my land, and what -'

'We have a confidential message for Her Majesty,'
Pyrgus watched himself say loudly.
'We were proceeding along -'

'Shut up, Pyrgus,' Blue said. She half turned towards her uncle. 'Lord Hairstreak, perhaps if we -'

And then it happened. Henry moved away from the door towards Blue and Hairstreak. He had a peculiar expression on his face, like somebody listening to distant music.

'It's time we left, Blue,' he said, and took her arm.

Pyrgus watched carefully. It was just possible Blue was in on this, but from her expression, he didn't think so. She seemed surprised and reluctant, maybe even shocked. Pyrgus would have bet his Halek knife that if it had been anybody but Henry she'd have pulled her arm away. As it was, she began to move with him -reluctantly - towards the door.

'Pelidne!'
This was Hairstreak's voice.

The scene must have been influenced by Kitterick's concentration, because it narrowed in focus now so that Hairstreak, Kitterick himself and much of Pyrgus were cut from view. Pelidne grew in size, as did Blue and Henry.

'Slow motion,' Madame Cardui murmured.

There was an audible click from Kitterick's head as it rested in the chair. Within the reality globe, Pelidne slowly withdrew his hand from the one shoulder of Pyrgus that was still visible and began to place himself between Blue and the door. Despite the fact that the scene was slowed, he moved with considerable speed. But nothing compared to Henry when
he
moved. Even with the scene creeping like a snail, Henry still blurred. Pyrgus watched his body twist as he pulled something from a pocket.

When it really happened, Pyrgus thought Henry had stabbed the vampire. Now he could see he'd actually
thrown
the stake. It entered Pelidne's chest like a driven sword and stuck there, buried all but a protruding inch.

What happened next was even worse than the reality, since every slow detail was replayed. The scene juddered as Kitterick jerked back his head to avoid the spurting blood. Then Pelidne slowly collapsed into a corrupt powder. His clothes must have been new for they fell to the floor in pristine condition.

'What somebody said.
Pyrgus thought the voice was probably Blue.

The focus of the scene narrowed again. From behind him, Pyrgus heard a sound like snoring as if Kitterick had fallen asleep. Blue and Henry were now the only two showing in the reality globe. Henry had hold of Blue's arm and was dragging her towards the door. He looked utterly calm. It was impossible to believe he'd just killed a vampire.

Blue shouted, 'No, Henry! Let me go!' and tried to pull away.

Pyrgus leaned forward. This was the point where they'd disappeared.

But they didn't disappear. Henry continued to drag Blue to the door, which he opened with his free hand.

He looked back briefly into the room, then pulled her over the threshold and closed the door behind him.

Pyrgus stared in disbelief. 'That wasn't what happened,' he told Madame Cardui.