The Temporal Void (46 page)

Nanitte glanced through the archway into the bathroom, her eyebrows rising at the sight of the perfectly flat steps leading down into the bathing pool. ‘It’s not just Mothers who can see the future, you know.’

‘Why don’t you just tell me what you know of the guns? I’ll take you to the City Gate myself. He’ll never be able to stop you.’

‘And how would I get my house and my land?’

‘I thought . . . You must have money.’

‘I was a dancer once. A long time ago. That’s all I ever really wanted to be. Then one day Ivarl visited the show I was in. That was it. He knew the theatre owner, of course, and I was young and stupid, stupid enough to believe his promises. After I’d been with him for a while I realized that was it, I’d become a part of that life, there was no way back. No theatre owner would ever hire me unless he told them to. I gave up.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘So there you are, Waterwalker, I’m not just some girl working at the House of Blue Petals; I’m
his
. Do you know what it is to be owned like that? To be less than some genistar?’

‘I won’t patronize you by saying yes.’

‘Thank you. So now you know. If you want me to tell you when and where he’s getting the guns, you have to pay me. That’s what all men do, they pay me for what I’ve got.’

‘I’ll have to ask my station captain, or maybe Finitan.’

She came to stand in front of him, as self-assured as any Master. ‘You don’t have that much time. I need the money today. I want to be gone by morning.’

‘There’s a reason these things take time to arrange.’

‘I told you of my dream, nothing more. We both know I can survive anywhere. Is that what you want for me, to keep on doing what I do? I thought you were going to save us all, Waterwalker.’

‘I haven’t got that kind of coinage.’

‘Kristabel does.’

‘I can’t ask her.’

‘Why not? Actually, why aren’t the two of you engaged? All of Makkathran wants to know that. You can tell me. I’m leaving, remember.’

‘Stop this.’

Nanitte discarded her cloak as she went over to the bed and bent across it, her hands slid over the sheets. ‘If you really want her, I can show you how to make your next week and the day work perfectly.’

‘Get off the bed.’

‘You know I’m good. Who do you think showed Ranalee the physical side of her ability?’

Edeard nearly reached out to grab her with his third hand, only just managing to keep his temper in check.

Nanitte straightened up. ‘You see what I am, Waterwalker. How low I am? They made me like this. And now I can’t go back, not after talking to you. You saw what happened to Ivarl, and he wasn’t even turning on them like I am. So now you have to ask yourself how badly do you want them? Bad enough to ask Kristabel for the kind of coinage she would spend on shoes to match one of her party dresses? Or are you just going to let this opportunity slip away because it’s all turned too personal for you?’

‘This is not personal.’

‘Good. Then I’ll just wait here while you go and get my money.’

‘We can’t trust her,’ Macsen said the next morning when Edeard called them into the small hall.

‘Why not?’ Edeard asked, trying to be the reasonable one. He’d felt terrible going to Kristabel for money. She of course had made light of it; saying how much she wanted to help. Her understanding didn’t make him feel any better.

Nanitte had counted the coins in the bag he brought back to the maisonette, unable to disguise her surprise by how much there was. ‘I should have done this a long time ago,’ she said.

‘Just tell me about the guns,’ he said. And she did: about the meeting in Buate’s office which she’d been excluded from; the men she’d never seen before, with accents that didn’t come from any city district; how Buate had started talking about constable-killer pistols, and levelling up the score.

‘Because she’s Nanitte,’ Macsen said, not understanding why that wasn’t enough.

‘I could sense she was telling the truth about the guns,’ Edeard said.

‘I’d be more concerned about the rest of it,’ Boyd said. ‘Your pardon, Edeard, but you don’t have the greatest instinct when it comes to honesty. You always want to find the best in people.’

Edeard gave his tall friend a surprised glance. ‘All right, so what could she have been lying about? The worst case is she made an arse of me and ran off with a lot of coinage, how does that put us in trouble at the exchange?’

‘What was that phrase you used?’ Dinlay said mildly. ‘Oh yes: the constable-killer gun.’

Edeard scratched the back of his head, wishing that part hadn’t existed. ‘Yes,’ he conceded.
Could that mean repeat-fire guns? Nanitte said they talked with a foreign accent.

Part of him wished it were true, that he could finally prove Ashwell’s destruction had come at the hands of an unknown clan from somewhere else in the world. ‘But if that part of her story is genuine,’ he said immediately, ‘then we really need to intercept the handover before these weapons get distributed to the ordinary gang members on the street. If they get their hands on them we’ll be facing a bloodbath.’

‘Good point,’ Macsen said grudgingly.

‘They know we can conceal ourselves,’ Boyd said. ‘I noticed a lot more dogs in Sampalok when we were following up the Charyau thing. Most of the gang members have one these days.’

‘I can protect us from a lot of bullets,’ Edeard said. ‘And you know we can escape in ways they could never dream of.’

The rest of the squad looked at each other.

‘Okay,’ Kanseen said. ‘But if these pistols are anything like Nanitte claims, we’re going to need some reliable back-up.’

‘I’ll talk to Chae and Ronark,’ Edeard said.

Two nights later Edeard was wishing he had a little more confidence in the five squads of constables who were patrolling the Padua and Zelda districts. It was supposed to look like the patrols were purely random, following the whim of their corporals and sergeants. To anyone with a mistrustful mind they were highly suspicious.

Or am I being too paranoid?

Whatever, he and the squad had concealed themselves inside the base of a skewed tower in Eyrie, not too far from the Lady’s central church. The tower next to them was supposed to be where the exchange would take place. Edeard didn’t feel confident enough to wait there, no matter how good his concealment talent.

People were wending their way round the lofty twisted towers on their way to the huge church for the evening service. It was good cover for the gun exchange, he admitted, especially as the Pythia had refused to employ exclusion warrants for Eyrie.

‘That’s the third time,’ Kanseen’s directed longtalk whispered. She gifted them the image of the ge-eagle that swooped silently round the tower outside. Then it darted in through a high curving entrance and did a fast circuit of the huge empty space inside.

The tower chosen for the exchange was one of the tallest in Eyrie, a monstrous kinked spire whose jutting vertical ribs changed from smoky grey at the foot, through a gentle amethyst to a sullen carmine at the top, where eight tapering spikes curved up around the edges of its slanted platform. The open chamber at the bottom actually had three entrances where most towers only had one. Several lengthy stalagmites and stalactites of mauve-tinted crystal cluttered the interior, while at the centre a broad smooth shaft connected the black floor to the apex of the cave-like ceiling fifty feet above; a single narrow opening led to the spiral stair, which wound the entire height of the tower.

‘Get a load of this,’ Boyd said. He’d sensed someone outside with a terrestrial dog on a lead. The dog was sniffing the ground as it was slowly walked around the tower.

‘Isn’t that Paral?’ Macsen queried. ‘He’s got an exclusion warrant against him.’

Whoever it was, the man with the dog walked away towards the bridge back to Fiacre. A couple of constables in ordinary clothes sauntered casually after him.

Orange light was beginning to shine out of cracks in the bark-like tower walls as the sun slid below the horizon. Another ge-eagle made a swift pass through the tower’s chamber.

Edeard kept his farsight focused on a gondola that had pulled up at a nearby mooring platform. Four men with a strong seclusion haze stepped off it, carrying large iron-bound wooden chests between them. His farsight could just perceive the shadowy shapes of solid metal inside. Another gondola moored, the men on that one carried smaller boxes. ‘The ammunition,’ he muttered.

The church shut its wide doors as the evening service began; bright orange light shone out of its roof dome and hundreds of windows along the three wings. A quire began to sing softly. Nearly a dozen people left wandering round outside began to make their way towards the tall tower.

‘Oh, great,’ Dinlay moaned. One of the people stepping through the swathes of orange illumination cast by the towers was a very cocky Medath.

Edeard grinned unseen. ‘He’ll die of fright when we appear.’

The men from the gondolas made their way into the tower, coming together to face Medath’s group.

‘I make that fifteen of them,’ Macsen said.

Edeard was trying to resolve the shapes inside the chests. They were definitely pistols, and not complex enough to be the repeat-fire types that had been used at Ashwell.
Thank the Lady
. Then he recognized them. ‘Okay, I’ve seen these pistols before. They’re the ones Ivarl and his people used against me on the night of the fire. They have very large calibre bullets, but I can definitely ward them off.’

‘Then we’d better stop them opening the chests,’ Boyd said.

‘Move out,’ Edeard said. As he hurried silently out of their hiding place and towards the tower ahead he called Chae. ‘Move in now. There’s fifteen here, but they’ll have watchers.’

‘Already spotted three,’ Chae reassured him. ‘We’re coming.’

Their deployment plan was simple enough. Dinlay and Boyd would take one tower entrance, Kanseen and Macsen another, while Edeard would go in through the third.

‘They’re coming.’

Edeard paused, frowning at the clear longtalk. He couldn’t tell where it had come from; it certainly wasn’t any of the squad. Up ahead, the minds of the gang members were now radiating alarm. Their farsight scoured round.

He strode up to the threshold, listening to the low anxious voices echoing off the mauve stalagmites and curious crannies in the chamber walls. The two groups were huddled together near the central shaft, with sentries positioned near each entrance.

‘Ready,’ Kanseen’s longtalk announced.

The sentry nearest Edeard swung round, sending his farsight prying at the entrance Kanseen was blocking.

Edeard stepped into the tower, and dropped his concealment. His shield hardened around his body.

The sentry gaped in dismay. ‘Waterwalker,’ he yelled with voice and mind.

Edeard’s third hand reached out as he ran forward, yanking the two cases of pistols away from the gang members. They tried to prise them back, but lacked the strength.

Medath and his colleagues drew their own pistols. Of course, Medath already had one of the long-barrelled weapons. Edeard snarled in consternation. Two of the gang members started firing. Edeard dropped the cases on the ground outside the tower and concentrated on protecting himself. Men were running for the two open entrances. The first one to reach the opening covered by Kanseen and Macsen yelled in shock as Kanseen appeared abruptly barely a yard in front of him. Her third hand punched directly against his temple, felling him instantly. She vanished. More shots were fired at the air she had occupied a second before. Edeard deflected a whole swarm of bullets, then people were playing chase around the stalagmites.

‘Stop this,’ Edeard bellowed, his voice reverberating loudly round the chamber. ‘We know who you are. Several squads of constables are closing in. Our ge-eagles are flying outside; you cannot escape.’

A whole volley of bullets lashed at him. He shook his head in dismay. Dinlay rushed past, half visible as he pursued two men. Someone went sprawling, their inertia assisted by telekinesis so their head smacked into a stalagmite. Edeard snatched up two gang members and crashed them together. They fell limply on to the floor. Two more found themselves leaving the ground, and screamed wildly.

‘Get up here.’

It was the same longtalk voice as before, cutting cleanly though the shouts and mental babble inside the chamber. Edeard looked round zealously, trying to see who it was. His farsight caught Medath rushing into the opening at the foot of the central pillar.

Four of the gang were now standing together, their hands held high in surrender, pistols abandoned at their feet. Boyd appeared directly in front of them, his pistol raised ready. More pistol shots echoed round the chamber. Then there was a pain-wracked howl, overriding all the other voices. Macsen flicked into visibility behind a man who was clutching at his shoulder; blood poured through his fingers. Macsen pulled his pistol away from the wound. ‘Next time it will be a head shot,’ he announced loudly. ‘Now stop this, you are under arrest.’ He vanished again.

Edeard raced over to the central pillar. On the way his third hand picked up three gang members, who immediately stopped struggling. He dropped them beside Dinlay. The sound of footsteps reverberated out of the pillar’s opening. When Edeard looked inside he saw the spiral stair winding upwards.

‘Oh come on,’ he yelled up at Medath. ‘There’s nowhere to go.’
But who told him to go up there? Could they really see though our concealment?
With a growl of anger, he started running up the steps. Almost immediately, he slipped on a cumbersome curve, banging his knee badly. The burst of pain was enough to stretch a mist of red sparkles across his vision. Medath’s footsteps were becoming fainter as Edeard scrambled upright again. ‘If that’s how you want to do it,’ he muttered, and set off again.

‘Edeard?’ Kanseen’s voice echoed up the stairs.

‘Medath went up here. I’ll get him. You hang on down there.’

The pillar walls were incredibly thick, restricting his farsight more than he liked. He could just make out the constable squads swarming towards the tower. In the chamber below, his squad-mates surrounded the defeated gang members. Above him, there was a moving glimmer which he knew was Medath’s mind.