Steven Harper: The Dragon Men

Phipps did it for her. “Fly,” she hissed.

Gavin gave her a sharp look.

“Fly,” Phipps hissed again.

He gave Alice a wild look, then ran for the gunwale through the gap in the crowd of squid men the Impossible Cube had created. Before the squid men could react, he hurled himself over the side. Alice held back a cry but still reached for him. She felt that her heart might spring out of her chest and follow after.

“Gavin!” Phipps cried, making a halfhearted leap after him that effectively covered Alice’s own movement. “Oh, what will I ever do?”

It would have been funny under other circumstances. Gavin’s wings snapped open. Still clutching the Impossible Cube to his chest, he caught the air with the grace of someone who had been flying all his life and glided away, trailing blue light behind him.

“You leave him alone, you awful, awful man,” Phipps simpered at al-Noor. Her monocle made the gesture even more ridiculous. “You have me. He can’t hurt you.”

“Indeed so, Lady.” Al-Noor looked after Gavin’s retreating form. He had already reached the mouth of the cave and vanished into bright light. “But you will pardon me for docking this ship and taking you somewhere more secure.”

“So, what is it you want from-from Lady Michaels?” Alice demanded.

“Exactly what is your position here, Miss Phipps?” al-Noor replied.

“I never go anywhere without her,” Phipps put in quickly. “She’s my maid.”

“Maid?” The word popped out before Alice could stop it.

“Well, you’re not a valet, Susan ,” Phipps said pointedly. “And someone has to polish all this brass. You have to be my maid.”

Alice gritted her teeth. “Yes, mum,” she said between them.

“But regardless of her station, sir,” Phipps continued, “the question still stands. What exactly do you want?”

Al-Noor was still looking after the fading light trail left by Gavin’s wings. He thought a moment, then shrugged and turned back to the two women.

“I want all the tea in China,” he said. “Or perhaps its weight in silver.”

Phipps crossed her arms, flesh over metal. “No clockworker riddles. Be specific.”

“I noted your trajectory before I sent my pet to fetch you,” al-Noor said. “Based on that and on the rumors I have managed to intercept about you, I have decided you are trying to reach China. Is that correct?”

Alice kept her face expressionless, taking her cue from Phipps, though her insides were tight. Al-Noor had the right of it-they were indeed headed for China. A number of events allowed her and Gavin to hope that China could cure clockworkers. Weeks ago, Alice had discovered that over the years, a number of British clockworkers had found different cures for the clockwork plague-Alice wore the handiwork of one of them around her arm-but the Crown had suppressed them so the plague would continue to produce clockworkers, who would, in turn, produce useful inventions for the Crown. Never mind that the disease also slaughtered millions, including most of Alice’s family. What mattered to the Crown was that China was doing the same thing so its Dragon Men could produce similar inventions, maintaining a careful balance between the two empires.

Although the remedy Alice herself was spreading could heal the plague in zombies and in people who had recently fallen ill, no one in England had managed to cure a clockworker. That meant Gavin was doomed.

With Gavin’s help, Alice had ended the clockwork plague in England and was spreading the cure across Europe, though her ultimate goal was still China. Britain had never managed to cure a clockworker, but China. . the Oriental Empire was known for its introspection, doing research about research. If anyone had a clockwork cure, it was the Dragon Men.

“We are traveling to China, yes,” Phipps said cautiously. “What does it matter to you?”

“I am doing you a favor. China has recently closed its borders. No one gets in these days. Or out.”

A pang jolted Alice’s stomach. “What? They can’t do that!”

“Hm,” al-Noor said. “This is not the place to discuss such things. Come and eat, and I promise-no drugs.”

A few moments later, the Lady had been dragged to a little stone quay and a contingent of squid men with clammy hands was escorting Phipps and Alice-without her little mechanicals-down a cavern tunnel and into a chilly, high-ceilinged cavern the size of a formal dining room. Stalactites dripped water from the ceiling, and the sandy floor felt gritty under Alice’s feet. The squid men shut and barred a thick door at the entrance to the cavern and brought the two women to a low table surrounded by pillows. Foods Alice couldn’t begin to identify heaped the dishes and filled the air with strange, spicy smells that turned Alice’s stomach. Electric lights clung to the walls to cast a hard, unmoving light over everything. The whole place looked like a dining room designed by, well, a madman. Alice stood unhappily next to the table with Phipps while al-Noor, still in his damp swimsuit and belt, seated himself on a plump pillow. A squid man took his gray cloak, and Alice belatedly realized it was made of sharkskin.

“Please, sit, eat,” he said as one of the squid men piled food on his plate.

Alice remained standing. Sitting cross-legged on the floor would put her at a further disadvantage, and she was too tense to sit in any case. Her muscles felt stiff as whalebone, and sweat trickled down her back despite the chill of the cave. She forced herself to relax-or try to. Gavin would come for them. He had the Impossible Cube, the most powerful weapon in the world.

A weapon they only barely understood. A weapon that had nearly destroyed the entire universe by stopping time. It hadn’t even been two weeks since she and Gavin had faced down plump, merry Dr. Clef at the bottom of the dam in Kiev, not fourteen days since she had watched in horror as he charged up the Impossible Cube with half the power of a city and reached for a switch that would freeze everything forever between two ticks of the universe’s clock. He had been her friend, a kind, slightly eccentric old man with strange theories that bent her mind and made her see the world on different terms. And she had taken a hand in his death. Feng Lung, another dear friend, had died as well, messily and horribly. She often saw the image of their mingled blood hanging in the air before she fell asleep in her bunk at night.

“Get to it, al-Noor,” Phipps snapped, also refusing to sit. “What do you want?”

“You are not in a position to shout.” Al-Noor stuffed a wad of flat bread into his mouth. “With a word, my men could kill you. Or perhaps they will pull your brass arm off so I can study it. Have some coconut milk.”

“My name is Lady Michaels, a peer of the British Empire. You will use that title when you address me.”

Alice wished Phipps wouldn’t antagonize the man. Although al-Noor clearly wanted them alive, he was a clockworker, and who knew what he might decide to do. The overpowering presence of more than a dozen squid men in the room made her continually nervous, and she found herself fingering her spider gauntlet like a security blanket.

Stop it, she told herself. You’re better than this. But the slimy squid men and the dank cave continued to press in all around her.

“Even a lady must eat.” Al-Noor waved away Phipps’s comment with a forkful of noodles. “But it is your prerogative to go hungry if you wish. A pity, when so many others in the world are starving.”

“What do you want with us, Mr. al-Noor?” Alice asked carefully. “You said something about China’s borders.”

“I did, I did.” Al-Noor sipped noisily from a porcelain cup, which was instantly refilled by one of the squid men. A bit of slime from its neck tentacles dripped into the cup. Al-Noor drank again, and Alice’s gorge rose. Phipps looked a bit green. “The borders are closed.”