Mortal Engines (26 page)

Valentine sat down on the unmade bed. All the way from Batmunkh Gompa, Anna Fang's last promise had been echoing in the corners of his mind:
Hester Shaw
will find you.
To have the same name thrown at him here, by Katherine, was like a knife in the heart.

"Oh, you needn't worry," said Katherine bitterly. "No one else knows. I learned the girl's name, you see. And Dr Arkengarth told me how Pandora Shaw was murdered, and I'd already found out that she died seven years ago, around the time you got back from that expedition and the Lord Mayor was so pleased with you, so I just put it all together and. .."

She shrugged. The trail had been easy to follow once she had all the clues. She picked up a book she had been reading and showed it to him. It was
Adventures on a Dead Continent,
his own account of his journey to America. She pointed to a face in a group photograph of the expedition; an aviatrix who stood beside him, smiling. "I didn't realize at first," she said, "because her name had changed. Did you kill her yourself? Or did you get Pewsey and Gench to do it?"

Valentine hung his head, angry, despairing, ashamed. A part of Katherine had been hoping against hope that she was wrong, that he would deny it and give her proof that he was not the Shaws' killer, but when she saw his head go down she knew that he could not and it was true.

He said, "You must understand, Kate, I did it for you..."

"For me?"

He looked up at last, but not at her. He stared at the wall near her elbow and said, "I wanted you to have everything. I wanted you to grow up as a lady, not as an Out-Country scavenger like I had been. I had to find something that Crome needed.

"Pandora was an old comrade, from the American trip, just as you say. And yes, she was with me when I found the plans and access codes to MEDUSA. We never imagined it would be possible to reconstruct the thing. Later Pandora and I went our separate ways; she was an Anti-Tractionist and she married some clod-hopping farmer and settled down on a place called Oak Island. I didn't know she was still thinking about MEDUSA. She must have made another trip to America, alone this time, and found her way into another part of the same old underground complex, a part we'd missed on the first dig. That's where she found—"

"A computer-brain," said Katherine impatiently. "The key to MEDUSA."

"Yes," murmured Valentine, astonished at how much she knew. "She sent me a letter, telling me she had it. She knew it was worthless without the plans and codes, you see, and those were in London. She thought we could sell it and share the proceeds. And I knew that if I could give Crome a prize like that it would make my fortune, and your future would be secure!"

"And so you killed her for it," said Katherine.

"She wouldn't agree to sell it to Crome," said her father. "She was an Anti-Tractionist, as I said. She wanted the League to have it. I
had
to kill her, Kate."

"But what about Hester?" said Katherine numbly. "Why did you have to hurt her?"

"I didn't mean to," he said miserably. "She must have woken up and heard something. She was a pretty child. She was about your age, and she looked so like you that she might have been your sister. Perhaps she
was
your sister. Pandora and I were very close at one time."

"My sister?" gasped Katherine. "Your own daughter!"

"When I looked up from her mother's body and saw her staring at me! I had to silence her. I struck wildly at her, and I made a mess of it. I thought she was dead, but I couldn't bring myself to make sure. She escaped, vanished in a boat. I thought she must have drowned, until she tried to stab me that night in the Gut."

"And Tom..." Katherine said. "He learned her name, and so you had to kill him too, because if he'd mentioned her to the Historians the truth might have come out."

Valentine looked helplessly at her. "You don't understand, Kate. If people discovered who she is and what I have done, not even Crome would be able to protect me. I would be finished, and you would be dragged down with me."

"But Crome knows, doesn't he?" asked Katherine. "That's why you're so loyal. Loyal as a dog, so long as you get paid and get to pretend that foreign daughter of yours is a High London lady."

Rain, rain on the windows and the whole room quivering as London dragged itself across the sodden earth. Dog lay with his head on his paws, his eyes darting from his mistress to Valentine and back. He had never seen them fight before, and he hated it.

"I used to think you were wonderful," said Katherine. "I used to think that you were the best, bravest, wisest person in the world. But you're not. You're not even very clever, are you? Didn't you realize what Crome would use the thing for?"

Valentine looked sharply at her. "Of course I did! This is a town eat town world, Kate. It's a shame Panzerstadt-Bayreuth had to be destroyed, of course, but the Shield-Wall
has
to be breached if London is to survive. We need a new hunting ground."

"But people live there!" wailed Katherine.

"Only Anti-Tractionists, Kate, and most of them will probably get away."

"They'll stop us. They've got airships..."

"No." In spite of everything, Valentine smiled, proud of himself. "Why do you think Crome sent me east? The League's Northern Air-Fleet is in ashes. Tonight MEDUSA will blast us a passage through their famous Wall." He stood up and reached for her, smiling, as if this victory that he was delivering would put right everything he had done. "Crome tells me that firing is scheduled for nine o'clock. There's to be a reception at the Guildhall beforehand; wine, nibbles and the dawn of a new era. Will you come with me, Kate? I'd like you to..."

Her last hope had been that he had not known Crome's mad plan. Now even that was gone. "You fool!" she screamed. "Don't you understand what he's doing is
wrong?
You've got to stop him! You've got to get rid of his horrible machine!"

"But that would leave London defenceless, in the middle of the Hunting Ground," her father pointed out.

"So? We will have to carry on as we always have, chasing and eating, and if we meet a bigger city and get eaten ourselves... well, even that would be better than being murderers!"

She couldn't bear to be in that room with him another second. She ran, and he did not try to stop her, or even call her back, just stood there looking pale and stunned. She left the house and ran sobbing through the rainswept park with Dog at her heels, until the whole of High London was between her and Father. I
must do
something!
was all she could think. I
must stop MEDUSA...

She hurried towards the elevator station, while the Goggle-screen loops began to blare the good news of Valentine's return all over London.

London gathered speed, racing towards the mountains. Semi-static towns that had hidden for years on these high steppes were startled out of their torpor by its coming and went lumbering away, leaving behind them green patches of farmland and once a whole static suburb. The city paid no heed to any of them. The whole of London knew the Lord Mayor's plan by now. In spite of the cold, people gathered on the forward observation decks and peered through telescopes towards Shan Guo, eager for their first glimpse of the legendary Wall.

"Soon!" they told each other.

"This very night!"

"A whole new hunting ground!"

* * * * *

Most people at the Museum were used to Katherine and Dog by now, and nobody paid very much attention as she hastened through the lower galleries with the white wolf trotting behind her. A few noticed the frantic look in her eyes and the tears on her face, but before they could ask her what was wrong or proffer a pocket handkerchief she had swept past, heading towards Mr Nancarrow's office at a near run.

There she found a smell of turpentine and the lingering scent of the art-historian's pipe tobacco, but no Nancarrow and no Bevis Pod. She ran back out into the hallway, where a fat Third-Class Apprentice was mopping the floors. "Mr Nancarrow's in the store-rooms, Miss," he told her sullenly. "He's got that funny new bloke with him."

The funny new bloke was helping Mr Nancarrow drag a picture out of the storage racks when Katherine burst in. It was a huge, gilt-framed painting called
"Quirke oversees the rebuilding of London",
by Walmart Strange, and when Bevis dropped the end he was holding it made a crash that echoed and re-echoed through the dusty store-room like a small explosion. "I say, Pod!" complained Nancarrow angrily, but then he too saw Katherine's face and quickly restrained himself. "You look as if you need a nice cup of tea, Miss Valentine," he muttered, hurrying away into the maze of racks.

"Kate?" Bevis Pod took a few uncertain steps towards her. "What's happened?" He wasn't used to comforting people; it was not the sort of thing an Apprentice Engineer was trained for. He held his arms out stiffly to touch her shoulders, and looked shocked when she flung herself against him. "Er .. ." he said, "there, there..."

"Bevis," she sniffled, "it's up to us now. We have to do something. Tonight..."

"Tonight?" He frowned, struggling to keep up with her rapid, half-sobbed explanations. "But do you mean just us alone? I thought your father was going to help us..."

"He's not my father any more," said Katherine bitterly, and realized that it was true. She clung to Bevis as tightly as she could, as if he were a raft that could carry her safe across this mire of misery and guilt. "Father's Crome's man. That's why I've got to get rid of MEDUSA, do you see? I have to make amends for the things he's done. . ."

Nancarrow came pottering back with two tin mugs of tea. "Urn! Oh! Ah!" he mumbled, embarrassed at finding his two young friends in one another's arms. "I mean ... yes. Paperwork. Must dash. Back in an hour or two. Carry on, Pod. . ."

As he left, he almost fell over the fat Third-Class Apprentice, who had been mopping the passage just outside the store-room door. "For Quirke's sake, Melliphant!" they heard him snap. "Can't you keep out of the way?"

But Herbert Melliphant could not keep out of the way. Ever since his demotion he had been looking for a handhold that would help him claw his way back up to First Class. This Pod person had caught his eye a few days ago; this stranger who seemed so friendly with the old Guildsmen; who went about with the Head Historian's daughter; who dressed as an Apprentice but who didn't sleep with the others in the dormitory or join them for lessons. He had heard on the Goggle-screens that the Guild of Engineers were still hunting the people who had infiltrated their secret meeting, and he was starting to suspect that Dr Vambrace might be very interested in Nancarrow's little helper. As soon as the old man was out of sight he put down his mop and pail and stepped back to the door.

". . .the Anti-Traction League can't defend themselves," Katherine was saying. "That's what Father has been doing; spying out their cities and blowing up their Air-Fleet. That's why it's up to us."

"What about the Historians?" asked Bevis.

Katherine shrugged. "They're too scared to help us. But I can do it alone, I know I can. Father's invited me to the Lord Mayor's reception. I'm going to go. I'm going find Father and tell him I've forgiven him, and we'll go to Crome's party like a happy little family; but while the others are all telling Crome how clever he's been and eating sausages on sticks I'll slip away and find MEDUSA and smash it. Do you think a hammer would the trick? I know where Dr Arkengarth keeps the keys to the caretaker's stores. There's bound to be a hammer in there. Or a crowbar. Would a crowbar be better?"

She laughed, and saw Bevis flinch at the mad, brittle sound. For a moment she feared that he was about to say something like "Calm down," or "It can't possibly work:. . ." She touched his face, his blushing ears, and felt the quick pulse beating in his throat and the muscles flexing as he swallowed.

"A bomb," he said.

"MEDUSA must be huge - it probably fills half of St Pauls. If you really want to smash it you need explosives." He looked excited and scared. "The cleaning stuff Museum caretakers use has nitrogen in it and if I mix it with some of Dr Nancarrow's picture-restoring fluids, and make a timer. . ."

“How do you know all this?" asked Katherine, shocked, because even she had not thought as far as bombs."

"Basic chemistry," said Bevis with a shrug. "I did a course, in the Learning Labs. . ." “

"Is that all they think about, your lot?" she whispered. "Making bombs and blowing things up?"

"No, no!" he replied. "But science is like that. You can use it to do whatever you want. Kate, if you really want to do this I'll make you a bomb you can put in a satchel. If you can get to MEDUSA, leave it near the computer brain and set the timer and run away. Half an hour later..."

Outside, Melliphant's ear flattened itself against the wood of the door like a pale slug.

* * * * *

Faster and faster and faster. It is as if the Lord Mayor's eagerness has infected the very fabric of his city; the pistons in the engine-rooms beat as eagerly as his heart, the wheels and tracks race like his thoughts, rushing towards the Wall and the next chapter in London's great story.

All afternoon Valentine has hunted for Katherine through the park, startling his friends from their suppers by suddenly looming up at the French windows, a dripping wraith in blood-stained clothes, demanding,
"Is my daughter here? Have you seen her?"
Now he strides to and fro across the drawing room at Clio House, his boots dribbling water on to the muddy carpet as he tries to walk the wet cold of the park: out of his bones, the fear out of his mind.

At last he hears footsteps on trie gravel drive, footsteps in the entrance hall, and Pewsey bursts in, looking as wet and miserable as his master. "I tracked her down, Chief! She's at the Museum. Been spending a lot of time there lately, according to old Creaber on the front desk..."