Alchymist (71 page)

'A
severe punishment for a father to inflict on a son, even for so great a
blunder.' Yggur weighed Nish up. 'And yet, such qualities as your father had
may be required to win this interminable war.'

'With
respect, surr, I disagree. My father was corrupt, I'm sorry to say, and many on
the Council, including Ghorr, are just as depraved. They could have won the war
long ago, but it gave them the excuse to maintain their own power.’

'Tell
me more, Artificer.'

Perhaps
Yggur was more interested in the outside world than he pretended. He questioned
Nish for the best part of an hour, more incisively than any interrogation by
Flydd, Vithis or even his own father. All the more surprising that Yggur hid
himself away from the world.

Finally
Flydd came looking for Nish. Yggur dismissed him and Flydd accompanied him back
to the machine; they carried the floater-gas generator between them. Nish felt
quite drained.

'You
seemed to be having a merry chat,' said Flydd, after an uncomfortable pause. 'I
thought I told you to say as little as possible.'

'If
you can stay quiet when he questions you, you're a better man than I am,' Nish
snapped. He added hastily, 'Which of course you are.'

'Indeed
I am,' chuckled Flydd, and left it at that.

The
generator was fitted and its barrel filled with water to which a little salt
had been added. Flydd cocked a glance at the sky. 'We'll break for lunch. I
don't want to finish it too early.'

'Not
much chance of that,' said Irisis. 'It'll take a good ten hours to fill the
airbag from empty.'

'Even
so.'

They
were sitting around, taking a leisurely meal in the watery sun, when Yggur
strode down the steps. 'Better get moving' he said. 'You're to be out of here
by nightfall.'

'I
don't see how we can be,' said Flydd. 'It'll take —’

'That's
your lookout.' Yggur strode off, the wings of his coat flying out behind him.
'And once you're gone, you won't mention me by name.'

'What
are we going to do?' said Irisis after he had gone.

'I
have no idea.'

As
soon as Inouye drew power into the floater-gas generator, it let out a
shrieking whistle and began to hiss loudly.

'I
don't like the way that sounds,' said Irisis but, on checking, found it to be
working perfectly. She frowned at the mechanism. 'In fact —’

'What?'
Flydd called.

'It
seems to be working better than before. He must have done something to it.'

'Damn
him!' Flydd paced furiously across the yard.

The
bag was full an hour before dark. 'Get the blasted gear aboard,' Flydd said. It
was not only that Fiz Gorgo had been his last hope. Even more vexing, Yggur had
contrived to speak alone with Nish, Irisis, Muss, Fyn-Mah, Flangers and even
little Inouye, but had refused to talk to Flydd. He felt neglected and
insulted.

'I've
got to do something,' he said. 'This is our last chance.'

'What
if. . .?' Irisis began. 'No, that wouldn't work.'

'What?'
he snapped.

'What
if I were to speak to him again?' she said softly.

'What
could you possibly say? He's more than a thousand years old. He's seen
everything and heard everything.'

'If
he's spent the last two hundred years here by himself . . , there may be things
he hasn't seen, for a quite a while.'

'What
do you mean?'

'You
know,' she said.

'Oh,
very well. There's nothing I wouldn't do to get him on my side, so if you can
seduce him —’

'I
didn't mean that', she said coldly. 'What do you take me for?'

Flydd
looked embarrassed. 'Someone who's not quite as corrupt as a scrutator,
obviously.'

'I'll
take that as an apology, but don't expect to be warming my bed again.'

'I
had a feeling it was over' he said. 'I suppose it's Nish, is it?'

'I
have no idea what you're talking about,' she dissembled.

'I'm
sure! I'll go with you' said Flydd. 'I've an idea. And if we ever get out of
here, you'll repeat nothing of what you hear inside.'

'I
understand.' She hadn't the faintest idea what he was talking about.

Yggur
was not in his room but, as they crisscrossed the halls of the ground floor,
Irisis heard the mancer's bootsteps on the stair of the front tower.

Yggur
thrust his head over the edge. 'No need to say goodbye, or to thank me. Just
go.'

'I
must talk to you first' said Flydd. 'The scrutators are losing the war and I —’

'There's
always a war being lost somewhere' Yggur said indifferently.

'You
must help us!' cried Flydd. 'The very fate of humanity-'

'I
don't care for your war, Scrutator Flydd, nor for you. You come to my door a
beggar, sabotage your flying machine so I can't get rid of you, then presume to
tell me that I have to help you. I've nothing more to say to you.'

'But
surely, for the war . . .'

'I
live in harmony with my neighbours, including lyrinx. Go and make peace with
yours.'

'The
enemy don't want peace.'

'Small
wonder, the way your Council has treated them these past hundred and fifty
years. I may not know what's going on at the present, but I'm well informed
about the origins of this war and I want no part of it. Good day.' Yggur turned
and went back up.

Flydd
cursed under his breath. He looked old, meagre and bitter, and, Irisis thought,
did not like the comparison with a hale, confident Yggur.

'Let
me try,' Irisis muttered. 'Go down, Xervish.'

Before
he could say anything she began to run up the stairs. 'Yggur, surr! If you
please?'

Yggur
climbed to the next landing, sighed audibly and turned to wait for her.

Irisis
knew she was an enchanting sight, with her generous bosom bouncing, her yellow
hair streaming out behind her and her cheeks flushed prettily. She had no idea
what she was going to say, but he would listen. Only a dead man could have
turned her away.

'Yes?'
he said coolly. Maybe he was made of stone after all. After living more than a
thousand years, perhaps such passions were quite extinct in him.

She
stopped at the far edge of the landing, three paces from him. Her chest was
still heaving. Irisis caught her breath. 'Xervish Flydd is a good man, surr. An
honest man.'

'He's
a scrutator and the very name means stinking corruption. I should have burned
him out of the sky.'

'The
scrutators cast him out,' she said desperately. 'They condemned him to
slavery.'

'He
must have been too rotten even for them.'

'He's
always treated me —’

'He's
your lover, isn't he? Stinking old hypocrite.'

'Not
for months,' she said softly. And Flydd isn't old; barely sixty.'

'And
you're what? Twenty? Twenty-one? He's a filthy old pervert.'

Irisis
might have mentioned Yggur's own liaison with a much younger Maigraith, but
that would not have been helpful. She changed tack. 'I've read the Histories,
surr.'

Everyone
has read the Histories. The world is obsessed with them, much to its
detriment.'

I
know the Tale of the Mirror, surr. The true tale; my uncle had a private copy
hidden away.' Oh?'

And I
know your story. How you were betrayed by the Council of Santhenar a thousand
years ago.' She reached up and put a hand on his arm. He looked down sharply
but did not shake it off. 'In times long past, you were tormented by Rulke the
Charon and driven into madness. You wandered the world for hundreds of years,
neither ageing nor using your powers, before making the ancient Aachim fortress
of Fiz Gorgo your own, and plotting your revenge. You found Maigraith, the love
of your thousand-year life. And I know you're a noble man, surr. You destroyed
Rulke's deadly construct, which threatened the Three Worlds, even though in
doing so it left Maigraith trapped in Aachan. You did that because you loved
our world more than anything.'

'I did
it because it was the only way to save her,' he said, staring into nothingness.

She
went on as if he had never spoken. And then, after she miraculously returned,
you abandoned all claim on her and on your empire, rather than plunge the world
into war.'

'Not
so,' he murmured, still trapped in the past. 'She would not have me. She'd had
the best, Rulke himself, and after him I came a distant second. I abandoned my
empire because without her it meant nothing. I came home to Fiz Gorgo to die,
but I endure, scarcely changed, while she is but a memory. A dream.' 'Then
surely it's time to move on.'

He
scanned her from her feet to her face. 'You're a beautiful woman, Irisis, but
you don't move me. Make your point, whatever it is, then go.'

She
lowered her voice, so Flydd would not hear. 'Did you see how scarred and
battered Flydd is, how the very flesh was gouged from his broken bones? The
scrutators did that to him thirty years ago, because he dared inquire too
deeply into the doings of their master.'

That
caught his attention. 'What master?' he said sharply. She left that question
hanging and continued. 'And recently they cast him out and condemned him to a
cruel death as a slave on the clanker-hauling teams.' 'Which I'm sure he
deserved.'

'They
ordered him to destroy the lyrinx node-drainer at Snizort, gave him a flawed
device to do the job, then blamed him for its failure. It destroyed the node
and all its fields with it, and a good part of Snizort.'

'What?'
he cried. 'I've heard none of this.' 'The clankers and constructs stalled on
the battlefield and the lyrinx overran them. Flydd was blamed for the disaster,
though he did everything possible to avoid the battle.'

'A
node was destroyed?' Yggur said incredulously, pushing past her down the steps
and stalking towards the scrutator. 'Is this true, Flydd?'

'It
made the most colossal explosion you can imagine,' said Flydd, his eyes alight.
'We were in an air-floater, five hundred spans above the ground, and the blast
went up past us as high as a small thunderhead.'

Yggur
stared down at him. 'And afterwards? Did anyone go to the node and look in, to
see what had come of it?'

'I
did, and Nish, and Ullii the seeker, who is no longer with us.'

'What
did you see?' cried Yggur.

'Two
metal tears, each larger than a grapefruit, and as shiny as quicksilver. I
could not get to them —’

Yggur
let out a sigh. 'So it can happen! What became of the tears?'

'Scrutator
Jal-Nish Hlar took them, though we did not discover it was him for many weeks.
He left the bodies of his guards in the pit, so that no one would ever know. He
had the tears with him before the battle of Gumby Marth, near Gnulp Landing,
for he forced Nish to touch them, and Nish was changed by it. It gave him a
special sight afterwards, for half a day, though Nish has never had a talent
for the Art.'

'Is
that so?' said Yggur. Go on.'

'Jal-Nish
used the tears to enhance his alchymical Art, but a mancer-lyrinx broke the
spell. Jal-Nish was slain and eaten, and the tears disappeared. It is believed
that the lyrinx took them.'

'I
see,' said Yggur. 'Tell me, what were your doings thirty years ago, scrutator,
that the Council did such mischief to you?'

'Surely
your spies have told you?'

'I no
longer have spies. The only news I hear from across the water comes from
traders and wandering vagabonds as disreputable as yourselves, and it's usually
months old.'

'I
pried into forbidden secrets,' said Flydd. 'That's why they punished me.'

'For
uncovering the scrutators' master?'

'Where
did you hear that?' cried Flydd. 'It puts the lie to —’

'I
told him, surr,' said Irisis.

'That
secret was not yours to reveal,' Flydd said furiously.

'Then
you shouldn't have told me about it in your cups,' she retorted.

'Well,
Flydd?' said Yggur.

Flydd
shook his head. 'I cannot speak of the secrets of the scrutators, surr, even to
you. I am sworn and do not lightly break my oath.'

'I
don't break sworn word for any reason,' Yggur said scornfully. 'I won't trouble
your conscience further, for I can see it a fragile thing it is. Come down,
Artisan. Have you given your sworn word to say nothing? Your sacred oath?'

'I
said I wouldn't tell,' she said weakly.

'Oath
or no oath?'

'No
oath.'

'Then,
since you boast about how well you know the Tale of the Mirror, and my part in
it, you know that you will tell me.

Not
even your scrutator can resist me, though I won't force him to break his oath
to his corrupt masters.'