Ian Irvine - Geomancer

‘No valid orders,’ said Arple, folding scarred arms across his tree-trunk chest.

‘So that’s the way it is, is it?’ Jal-Nish’s voice grew soft with menace. ‘I’ll reserve my orders for you both. There are worse things in life than death. Before I’m finished you’ll be begging for it. Cryl-Nish !’

Nish was bent over Ullii, trying to calm her. ‘Yes, Perquisitor Hlar?’ He made a point of the formality. It was as far as he dared go.

‘I’ll be dealing with you as well. For incompetence! Get the seeker fixed up at once.’

Nodding curtly, Nish carried Ullii to the clanker. Irisis came behind with goggles and muffs. Nish put them on the seeker. As he was bathing her bruised face with a cloth steeped in warm water, Ky-Ara and Pur-Did staggered up, carrying the heatbank between them on its long handles, and slid it into the middle of the clanker. Having been standing in the fire, it was practically red-hot.

‘Why did you do that?’ Nish said to Irisis, who was staring blankly out the front porthole.

‘I’ve had enough of your father!’ she said fiercely.

‘But Irisis, when we get back, he’ll destroy you.’

‘I’m ruined anyway. The crystal was my last hope. I’ve disgraced the family and my shame will be in the Histories forever, so how can I make it worse?’ She gave a bitter chuckle. ‘I’ve never enjoyed anything so much as popping his proud nose. How he squealed! Just like a rat in a trap.’

Nish did not share her pleasure. He could not bear to think what Jal-Nish would do in revenge.

Irisis warmed her hands at the heatbox. Nish sat patiently, holding Ullii’s hand. She did not stir for an hour, and it was another hour before she would sit up. She was staring through the rear porthole when she stiffened and shrank away. Nish peered out. Jal-Nish was pacing back and forth, his face swollen beyond recognition. After he had gone by she sat up again.

‘What happened to the perquisitor?’

‘He hit you,’ Irisis said. ‘So I hit him harder, to teach him not to hurt people.’

Ullii then did the strangest thing. She pulled up the goggles and for the first time they saw her strange, almost colourless eyes clearly. They shone as if coated in glycerine.

‘You did that for me?’ she said. Seizing Irisis’s hand, she brought it up and buried her nose in it. ‘You are kind too.’

Irisis looked uncomfortable, which she tried to cover up by rolling her eyes at Nish. ‘I’m a mean bitch,’ she said under her breath. ‘Don’t read too much into a single rash act.’

‘Are you ready to look for Tiaan?’ Nish said shortly. ‘Can you …’

‘Of course!’ Ullii was transported, positively bubbling now as she put on the mask.

Jal-Nish rapped on the back hatch. ‘Well?’ he snapped.

Nish flipped the hatch open, forcing the perquisitor to leap out of the way. ‘She is looking.’

‘And?’ cried Jal-Nish. ‘Come out, seeker.’

Ullii climbed out, keeping well clear of him.

‘What can you see, seeker?’ said Jal-Nish.

She said nothing. ‘Tell us what you see, Ullii,’ Nish said, taking her right hand.

She flung out her left. ‘I can see her!’ She pointed to the south-west.

Clearly the perquisitor had expected nothing. ‘Are you sure?’ he said incredulously. ‘How far?’

‘Not far. Her crystal is shining like the morning star.’

Irisis let out a strangled cry. The sun broke through the overcast for a moment. Jal-Nish smiled. It was not a pretty sight. He gave a jerk of the head. ‘After her!’

‘Get up! We’re going.’

Tiaan snapped awake. Ryll was at the entrance, staring down. She rolled out of the bearskin, too panicky to feel self-conscious. The lyrinx must have turned her clothes during the night for, apart from the heavy coat, they were dry. She dressed quickly in four layers of clothing, all smelling of smoke. The boots were still damp but at least they were warm.

In five minutes she was ready. ‘What’s the matter?’ She stood by his side at the entrance.

He simply pointed down the mountain. Far below, two columns of marching soldiers, and the four clankers, crawled like grey caterpillars across the snowfield. Their tracks ran across the landscape, perfectly straight, all the way from the river. The awful memory came back – the four clankers surrounding them on the ice, firing their javelards. Trying to kill her. Her own people would sooner do that than allow Ryll to get away with her! Her loyalty to the manufactory vanished. She would have to make her own way in the world now. For the moment that must be with Ryll, since there was no possibility of escaping him.

‘How did they find me?’ Ryll murmured. ‘I covered my path well.’

‘The fire?’ said Tiaan, though it gave off little smoke and the entrance faced away from the river. ‘Or carrion birds?’

‘See how straight their tracks are? They must have a way of finding you; or your crystal .’

‘I was not aware that could be done at any distance.’ She knew so little about the Secret Art, even as used in such systems as she had been making for years. But then, the lyrinx had been able to detect the aura from controllers …

‘Must I tie your wrists again?’ Ryll asked.

The feeling of helplessness when she had gone into the river with bound hands had been terrifying. ‘I won’t try to escape.’

‘There would not be much point to it.’

Ryll slid along the edge into the shadows, then headed up. The face of the mountain was steep. In her state the climb proved impossible and after the first stumble he tucked her under his arm. Ryll seemed untroubled by the extra weight, but he could cling with the claws on his hands and feet.

Toward the top he tied her to his chest. ‘In case you fall,’ he said.

She tried not to think what would happen if he fell.

They followed a path of his choosing for three days. Tiaan had no choice in the matter; she had no idea where they were going, though they were heading south-west, roughly the way she wanted to go.

She saw the clankers several times on the first day, but they fell further behind and by the afternoon there was no more sign of them.

Each day was much the same. They began at dawn with a feed of bear meat – roasted for her, raw for him – then walked for as long as Tiaan could keep up. When she flagged they stopped, Tiaan ate, he put her on his back and kept going until dark, or after dark if the country permitted it. Finally they would stop for dinner and sleep in a snow cave, or under an overhang.

‘I believe we’ve lost them,’ Ryll said on the afternoon of the third day.

Tiaan rested behind a windswept boulder. The weather had been good these last days but an ominous bank of clouds was building in front of them. ‘We’d better find shelter for the night, and tomorrow too.’

‘I know a place.’ The lyrinx indicated a steep-sided plateau in the distance.

She gauged the progress of the cloudbank. ‘We won’t make it.’

‘There’s nowhere else.’

Swinging her up on his shoulders, he began to run. Used to it by now, she merely clenched her thighs about his neck as if astride a horse and hung on, enduring the thumping ride. It was a race, and one they were going to lose. The overcast came in quickly, with chilly gusts and scattered snowflakes. Before they reached the base of the plateau, it was snowing hard.

He stopped at an outcrop of yellow rock, a broken cliff that went up further than she could see. ‘Better find a cave,’ Tiaan said.