Faerie Wars 03 - Ruler of the Realm (22 page)

'More fool them,' said Madame Cardui mildly.

Mr Fogarty followed Pyrgus's example and looked at the books. He pulled one down from the shelves -Pyrgus noticed it was called
Conjuring Spirits -
and flicked it open.

'I thought the portals to Hell were all closed,' he said.

Madame Cardui was busying herself with an incense burner. 'They are, deeah,' she told him absently, 'but we won't be calling the
follower
out of Hael.'

'Won't we?' Pyrgus asked, surprised. 'I thought all demons came from Hael.'

Madame Cardui finished with the burner and lit the charcoal with a blue flame that emerged from the tip of one long painted fingernail. Perfumed smoke began to climb towards the ceiling.

'Yes, they do. Of course they do, deeah - ultimately. But this one has been pressed into service. It lives in our Realm now. Quite a few demons were trapped here when the portals closed - most of them in service to the Faeries of the Night, of course. They're based in limbos when they're not actually operational, but you control them exactly the same way you would if they were still in Hael.' She caught Pyrgus's expression and added, 'They're quite comfortable. The limbos are furnished. At least mine are: drawer bed, cushions ... there's even a small entertainment globe. Black and white, of course.'

'Home from home,' Fogarty said, and gave one of his feral grins.

'Check the safeguards, please, Kitterick,' said Madame Cardui.

'Yes, Madame.'

As Kitterick scuttled to examine the tiling on the floor, Mr Fogarty said over his shoulder, 'You ready, Flapwazzle?'

Flapwazzle was draped over the back of a chair. 'Yup,' he grunted.

'No breaks in the circle, Madame,' Kitterick reported. 'No breaks in the triangle. All force fields active. Incense supplies sufficient. Asafoetida on standby. Black mirror in place.' Pyrgus looked around for a mirror, but couldn't see one. Kitterick went on, 'Rock crystals aligned. Anointing oil ready. Charged water ready. Fumigations ready. Purification vial ready. Sage bundle ready. Black candles ready. Timer set. Trapped lightning boxed.'

'Seems a lot of precautions for one little imp,' Mr Fogarty remarked.

'Can't be too careful,' said Madame Cardui. She looked from one to the other and beamed. 'All into the circle now, deeahs. You too, Flapwazzle.'

Obediently they trooped into the circle. Pyrgus found himself standing beside Flapwazzle and absently leaned down to tickle the endolg's ears.

'Reminds me of my days with the Great Myphisto,' Madame Cardui remarked. 'He used demons quite frequently in some of his most puzzling illusions.' She gave a small, girlish smile. 'He was a Faerie of the Light, so no one ever suspected.' The smile disappeared. 'Are we ready to begin the orison?'

'We don't actually have to do anything, do we?' Fogarty asked.

'Not a thing, deeah - just make sure not to step outside the circle. When you question it, don't look into its eyes.'

'OK,' Fogarty muttered. 'Do you need a book?'

'Oh, no, deeah - I've done this so often, I know it by heart.' She turned to face the triangle and raised both arms. Kitterick produced a fan with a flourish that would have done justice to the Great Myphisto and used it to direct incense smoke towards her. In a pleasant resonant soprano, Madame Cardui began the orison.

It wasn't at all like the way it happened when Brimstone called up Beleth. No distant orchestra, no gradual appearance. One moment the triangle was empty, the next there was an imp inside it, bouncing violently against the invisible force fields. The creature was little more than four feet tall, covered from head to toe in black fur and with a long, prehensile tail. It had pointed, upright ears, two small horns set in the middle of its forehead, luminously burning eyes and a snarling mouth packed with little needle teeth. For something even smaller than Kitterick, it was the most terrifying thing Pyrgus had seen since Beleth himself.

'Oh, come on, deeah,' Madame Cardui told it tiredly. 'I did say in thy full, fair and pristine form.'

The creature in the triangle changed at once. The fur fell away, the skin colour turned from black to greyish white, horns and tail both vanished and the head began to inflate alarmingly, like some monstrous balloon. In seconds, the change was complete. Pyrgus was staring at one of the frail, large-headed creatures with enormous black eyes that had captured him the time he found himself in Hael. He looked away quickly.

'This is Black John, Alan,' Madame Cardui said by way of introduction. 'Black John, this is Gatekeeper Fogarty. I want you to answer his questions truthfully, on pain of various hideous punishments, eternal torment and so on. You know the legalities as well as I do.'

'Of course, Madame Cardui,' Black John said. He had a tiny, pouting little slit of a mouth and nearly no nose at all. His voice was quite high-pitched, but it still managed to resonate inside your head, Pyrgus noticed.

Madame Cardui nodded briefly to Fogarty, who said, 'You're what they call a
follower,
is that right?'

'Yes, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'You were assigned to follow Queen Blue?'

'Yes, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'Which is what you did?'

'Yes, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'Just
yes
will do.'

'Yes, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

Fogarty sighed. 'Did you follow her to Lord Hairstreak's mansion?'

'Yes, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'Did you follow her
inside
Hairstreak's mansion?'

'Yes, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'Did you follow her when young Henry Atherton took her out again?'

'Yes, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'Where did they go to?'

Black John said, 'I don't know, Gatekeeper Fogarty.' Fogarty frowned. 'What do you mean, you don't know?'

'They left the mansion and walked north along the main driveway,' Black John said. A curiously mechanical tone entered his voice. 'Then turned north-east on the subsidiary driveway and disappeared in the vicinity of the Haleklind folly.'

Fogarty glanced at Pyrgus, who said quietly, 'There are follies all over the estate, Mr Fogarty. The last owner He kept his eyes on the imp. It made him nervous.

Fogarty said to Black John, 'What do you mean by
disappeared?

'I
mean disappeared, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'You mean disappeared without a trace? One minute they were there and the next they were gone?'

'Yes, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'Did they use an invisibility spell?'

'No, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'You couldn't follow them any more?'

'No, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'Did Queen Blue go with Henry of her own free will?'

'Yes, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'And you have no idea where either of them are now?'

'No, Gatekeeper Fogarty.'

'Is he telling the truth?' Fogarty asked Flapwazzle. 'Lying through his teeth,' Flapwazzle said.

Hairstreak watched the military preparations with a certain satisfaction.

He'd embarked on a risky course. But not, he thought, too risky. With the Queen missing, the Realm would be in chaos, at least for a while. Given any luck at all, his allies wouldn't discover he was lying until it was too late. There was even a slim chance that Blue hadn't told her advisors of her real decision - she was notoriously secretive - so even her people might not be able to contradict him until she turned up again.
If
she turned up again. Even then, he could probably bluff it out. It was her word against his, after all, and his word would carry more weight with the Faeries of the Night. Besides, by that stage, preparations for war would be at an advanced stage. Such events tended to take on a momentum of their own.

The only thing that really concerned him was the fact he didn't know yet who had kidnapped her -clearly the boy wasn't acting alone. It was a weakness in his position. But hopefully that might change soon. His entire espionage service was working to find out who was involved.

Meanwhile the combined armies of the Great Houses had begun stockpiling munitions and supplies in the vast caverns beneath Yammeth Cretch. Duke Electo, who knew about such things, estimated just days before the entire Nighter community was on a war footing.

Not that the timing mattered greatly. The Lighters had no idea at all what was happening. They were far too involved with looking for their Queen. Unless the rumours of a Countdown were true. But he very much doubted that. Not even his niece was mad enough to revive that old custom.

A soldier stacking crates - one of Burgundy's men, from his insignia - missed his footing, thrashed wildly for a moment, then succeeded in pulling the entire stack down on top of him. He made a thin mewling sound as the heavy equipment began to crush his chest. Hairstreak considered briefly sounding an alarm, then decided against it. Much more interesting to watch the man die.

There would be many more deaths in the coming weeks.

Mr Fogarty hitched the imperial robes above his knee and sat scratching a blemish on one skinny shank. 'Well, that was a waste of time,' he said.

Pyrgus watched him warily. You could never tell what Mr Fogarty would do next, and now he was Acting Purple Emperor, that was a nerve-wracking situation.

'Couldn't you have forced it out of him?' he asked cautiously.

Mr Fogarty looked up from under steel-grey eyebrows. 'That was the old idea,' he said. 'Threaten them with torments. You heard Cynthia hitting him with the traditional formula. But know what, Pyrgus? I've been reading up on demons and I think they've had us all fooled - human and faerie - for an awfully long time.' He stopped scratching and flipped the robe back over his knee. 'You know the deal with demons, don't you? They're organised like insects.' He waved Pyrgus towards a nearby chair. 'Sit down a minute, will you?'

Pyrgus perched on the edge of a chair and waited. They were in the Gatekeeper's official office, having left Madame Cardui and Flapwazzle to clear up after dismissing the demon. Mr Fogarty said, 'You can't deal with insects. Not as individuals. You deal with the hive. It's the
hive
that's the individual. Same with demons. You think you're talking to this one or that one - Black John or whoever - but you're really talking to them all. They're linked inside their heads. They're all linked. And all the links join up in their king. So really you're always talking to Beleth.'

'Beleth?' Pyrgus wasn't sure he was following this.

'You're not following this, are you?' Mr Fogarty said. He sighed. 'Doesn't matter. Except you'll never get anywhere tormenting an individual demon. What does Beleth care about Black John? Poor little sod got sold into service, had to do what he was told while Beleth collected his pay. Torment Black John as much as you like, he's not going to tell you anything Beleth doesn't want him to. Beleth has his own plans.'

'But people - Faeries of the Night -
do
torment demons,' Pyrgus said. 'It's one of the ways of controlling them.'

Mr Fogarty gave a small shrug. 'Just a game, as far as I can make out. Just a way to make people think they're in control. But you're never in control with a demon. It's always got a hidden agenda. It's always following
Beleth's
orders.'

Pyrgus said, 'What are we going to do, Mr Fogarty? About finding Blue?' He hesitated a beat, then added, 'And Henry?'