Best Laid Plans (28 page)

‘Have to say I’m disappointed.’ Shader turned to the wraith. ‘Thought you’d have approved of my letting him go. Or have you lost faith in the goodness of Nous?’

‘Nous has revealed Ain to us. We can be certain of his goodness.’

Shader allowed himself a wry smile. ‘That’s what I thought. Guess it comes down to how you interpret the revelations.’

‘A pox on your revelations,’ Podesta said, stumbling from the trees, trying to stem the bleeding from his throat. ‘Bastard missed the jugular, but if you two don’t shut up I’ll end up theologized to death.’

***

Shadrak stepped from the mangroves and slid down the bank towards the water’s edge. The upturned fishing boat still bobbed at the end of the jetty. Perhaps he should have taken Shader’s offer. At least that way he’d have had passage back to Sahul. An opportunity missed, he chastised himself. There would have been nothing stopping him ditching the agreement once he was home.

A column of mist was forming at the foot of the jetty. Shadrak watched, mesmerized, as it swirled and took on human shape. He backed away towards the trees, but something made him stop. This was no black wraith with burning eyes. He gasped as he recognized the creased dark skin, the beaded grey hair, and those eyes of sparkling green that could warm his soul no matter how far he fell.

Kadee
.

Shadrak walked and then ran to the jetty, tears spilling down his cheeks, arms open wide. Kadee smiled, her whole face lighting up with that look that told him she loved him, no matter what. Just before he reached her, she held up her hands.

‘You must not touch me, my baby fellah. I am here and I am not.’

Shadrak caught a glimpse of ghostly trees behind her, set against darkening alien skies.

‘Kadee.’ He folded his arms across his chest and made no attempt to disguise the tears. ‘I’ve missed you.’

‘I know,’ she said.

‘I’ve grown rotten without you. I’ve turned into everything you hate.’

Kadee’s eyes glistened with moisture, but her smile held firm. ‘I could never hate you, my son.’ She glanced over her shoulder at something Shadrak couldn’t see. ‘I cannot stay,’ she said, ‘but there is someone I want you to meet. He can help you, Shadrak, just as he helped me.’

A figure formed beside Kadee—a man, brown-robed and hooded. As Kadee began to dissolve back into the mist, the newcomer raised his head and Shadrak shielded his eyes from the glare spilling from beneath the cowl.

‘Kadee!’ Shadrak held out a hand as if he could pull her back.

‘She is safe,’ the man said in a voice that reminded Shadrak of a breeze rustling the leaves in a forest.

‘She’s dead,’ Shadrak said. ‘How much safer can you get?’

The man touched the tips of his bone-white fingers together. ‘The world is full of mysteries, Shadrak. Believe me, your mother will be much safer if you are prepared to act. You have been graced with favour, Shadrak. If not for the love of others you would have been slain at birth.’

Shadrak felt the dark spaces of his mind welling up, clamouring for attention. He tried to frame a question, but the man waved him to silence.

‘Now is not the time. Answers do not come so easily. You have to earn them. But first you have to trust.’

Shadrak trusted no one. Not since Kadee had died in any case. The hooded man seemed to read his thoughts.

‘That’s why I asked Kadee to introduce us. She trusted me and now you must.’

‘Who are you? What do you want?’

The man threw back his hood and Shadrak fell to his knees, blinded by the blaze.

‘I am the Archon, and I will not stand idly by and watch the worlds fall. You have aided the enemy, Shadrak. You had little choice, I grant you, but your actions have brought us one step closer to destruction. What we do from now on affects the lives of the three worlds, Shadrak: of Earth, and Aethir, and Thanatos where the innocent dead are trapped. If you help me, you help Kadee. If you refuse, you will remain blind to what is going on, an ant in a game of giants.’

The light faded as the Archon pulled his hood up. Shadrak blinked until his sight was restored and then climbed to his feet.

‘Everyone wants something.’ Shadrak folded his arms over his chest. ‘The shogging masters, Cadman, Gandaw, and now you. Only you’re worse than the rest of ’em, ain’t you? Thought you could use Kadee to get to me.’

‘She understands,’ the Archon said. ‘You would do well to learn from her. Any woman who would take in a creature like you and give it the love of Nous should be listened to.’

‘Yeah, yeah, like you know her better than I do. Like you know the first thing about me.’

‘I know what you are.’

Shadrak took a step closer, fingers curling around the handle of the
thunder-shot
. ‘Then fucking tell me.’

‘You think a pistol will harm me?’ The Archon’s voice rumbled like a gathering storm. ‘Even if it were loaded it would be useless. Nothing you could do would have the slightest effect. Frightening, isn’t it?’

Shadrak started to tremble, in spite of himself.
I’ll find something, you shogger.
Like it always did with him, the fear turned to anger. He opened his mouth to let it out, but the part of his mind that kept watch on his thoughts, words, and actions stepped in. He listened to it because it had served him well on so many occasions.
Bide your time, Shadrak. Bide your time.
‘You’re right. I’m sorry. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it for Kadee’s sake.’

The Archon swept his arm in wide arc and behind him the air parted like a curtain to reveal a gleaming metal passageway. ‘This Maze of yours beneath the city of Sarum, do you have any idea what it is?’

Shadrak peered past the Archon, recognizing the corridor leading to the hub of the Maze.

‘Must have been left by the Ancients,’ he said. ‘I’ve found stuff in there that don’t belong in our day.’

The Archon drifted closer, the hem of his robe inches above the ground. ‘It is a plane ship,’ he said. ‘Made from scarolite ore by the homunculi of Aethir. Is that a name you recognize? Homunculus?’

Shadrak’s mind was opening up like an infinite void. There was something…something he remembered, but it refused to come into focus. ‘It’s what he said…Cadman. When he took the bullet out…He said…’

‘Serve me well and all will be revealed. Come.’ The Archon stepped into the corridor. ‘I will show you how to work this ship, then you will be a far more effective player.’

Shadrak followed him inside, gawping as the jungle vanished like a fleeting vision. The cold metallic surfaces felt like home. It was a relief to be away from the relentless heat of the Anglesh Isles.

‘What d’you want me to do?’

‘Nothing you’re not used to. Wait. Observe. And when the time is right,’ the Archon twitched his index finger, ‘pull the trigger.’

AETHIR: ANNO DOMINI 1980

(276 YEARS BEFORE THE RECKONING
)

A
mber fire gushed from the maw of Eingana, engulfing the philosopher. The cavern floor split open beneath the old man and smoky tentacles coiled about his burning body. The giant serpent hissed and thrashed, its tail smashing a row of Kryeh from their seats. Wires ripped free of flesh, wings flapped and screens died. Malevolent laughter rumbled from the depths, and then there was a thunderous crack as the floor sealed. There was no trace of Aristodeus.

Maldark shuddered. He noticed that Sektis Gandaw stood well out of range, despite his bravado.

‘So much for philosophy. So much for causes. You see,’ the Technocrat sounded like an admonishing parent, ‘it is useless to deny the truth. Nothing can stand against pure science. Nothing! Not Eingana, not your meddling philosopher friend. Not even the fabric of the cosmos.’

A thick chain choker cut into Eingana’s neck the more she struggled.

‘Look,’ Sektis Gandaw said. ‘See how easily she is harnessed like all the other forces in the universe. Aristodeus might have thought himself clever, but all his sophistry didn’t save him from the fire. He nearly swayed you, Maldark, nearly won you over. But I designed you dwarves better than that. I would say you made the right choice, but everything was already written in your blood.’

Maldark lowered his eyes as the homunculi began to drop down on cables, seeking purchase on the scales of Eingana’s head. The great serpent snapped one up, crunched down and spat blood. The others took the opportunity to land atop her head and hammer home their needles. Eingana screamed, her tail rippling and coiling like a corkscrew. The chief homunculus, Mephesch, waited until four needles were in place and lines were connected. As his colleagues jumped clear, Mephesch threw the switch.

Eingana stiffened.

A fierce pounding resounded about the chamber. Sektis Gandaw frowned and tapped a button on his vambrace, sending a sentroid hovering towards the metal doors. Maldark moved closer as the doors began to buckle. His Marshall, Dagar, followed.

‘More hybrids?’ he growled. ‘Thought we’d got them all.’

Maldark wasn’t so sure. He’d seen a few of them flee with the Great Spider when they’d finally realized their doom and the doom of their beloved Eingana.

The dwarf knights formed up in front of him, grim faces staring towards the door. Their tabards were red with the blood of the hybrids and many had holes torn in the links of their armour. Maldark hefted his war-hammer and waited.

The sentroid surged forward as the door exploded inwards. It fired a beam of light that bounced harmlessly off a huge chunk of scarolite being wielded as a shield. The black metal spun and hammered into the sentroid, sending it crashing into the wall. It dropped like a stone and split open on the floor—a steaming metal egg that continued to whir and click.

A gargantuan black man burst into the room, snake’s head hissing, muscles swollen and thickly veined.

‘Traitor!’ Mamba spat at Maldark and charged.

The dwarves rushed forward to protect their Grand Master. Dagar’s head was pulped by the snake-man’s first blow. Fangs snapped down to tear the face from another. The dwarves pushed forward and rained blows down on Mamba. The shield caught most of them, but an axe found its mark and the snake-man fell back.

‘Betrayer!’ he screamed, yellow eyes stabbing into Maldark like daggers.

Maldark caught Sektis Gandaw watching with cold indifference. He followed the Technocrat’s gaze to Eingana where the giant snake was solidifying, her glistening scales fading to matt. Maldark gaped, the bile rising in his throat. Eingana’s eyes flared with amber defiance even as she started to shrink.

‘Sssee!’ shouted Mamba.

The dwarves broke off and turned to watch the death of the serpent. A hushed awe settled around the cavernous chamber. How could they be sure this was God’s will? Had she not fallen through the Void from His heart? What if she really was God’s gift to them, as the dwarves had once believed, back before Sektis Gandaw had revealed her lies.

‘Eingana,’ Maldark whispered, tears running down his cheeks. ‘What have I done?’

Sektis Gandaw seemed to sense the change. He tapped out some combinations on his vambrace and the metal panels surrounding the chamber started to rise, smoke curling from behind them.

‘Help her,’ Mamba pleaded. ‘Pleassse!’

The dwarves were all watching Maldark, their eyes as damp as his own. He flicked his gaze around the room. The panels had opened a couple of feet and shimmering mist swirled beyond. He caught a glimpse of massive shapes in the alcoves.

‘Don’t be a fool, Maldark,’ Sektis Gandaw said, starting to rise towards the ceiling atop a metal disc. Mephesch was peering down from a balcony high above, his eyes narrowed, his mouth curling up at one corner.

Maldark flashed one last look at Mamba and then spun and hurled his hammer. There was a thunderous crash high up on the wall where Eingana was suspended from wires. The serpent was now no more than a small statue. Metal groaned and sparks flew. The hammer spun back through the air and landed snugly in Maldark’s grip. The statue that had been Eingana fell.

‘Flee!’ Maldark shouted as the panels fully opened and four metallic behemoths rolled out into the room.