Robin Jarvis - Deathscent - Intrigues of the Reflected Realm

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The first enstalment of an exciting NEW series from the author of The Wyrd Museum Trilogy and The Deptford Mice.Robin Jarvis’s latest creation is a world set in an alternate past – in a genre that can only be described as Scyence Fyctione! This strangely familiar Britain consists of ninety-three individual ‘blessed isles’ floating in the deep darkness and the story begins in December in the Gloriana Kalendar, when Elizabeth Tudor has reigned for one hundred and seventy-eight years.Into this world – a place with no animals and little technology – comes a stranger, Brindle. No one knows where he’s from, or how he’s arrived. But he brings strange implements and practices, and he’s about to change things forever…

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Contents Cover Title Page Two Gentlemen of Physic - фото 1 Contents Cover Title Page Two Gentlemen of Physic PART ONE PART ONE - фото 2

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Two Gentlemen of Physic

PART ONE PART ONE 1 Adam othe Cogs 2 O Mistress Mine 3 Lantern - фото 3

PART ONE PART ONE

1 Adam o’the Cogs

2 O Mistress Mine

3 Lantern Illuminates

4 The Scorched and Drunken Bee

PART TWO 1 The Best Panacea 2 A Shiny Blue Acorn 3 The Balm Trader - фото 4

PART TWO

1 The Best Panacea

2 A Shiny Blue Acorn

3 The Balm Trader

4 Rats and Ashes

5 Hunting the Devil

6 Angel Versus Demon

PART THREE 1 To the Copper Cow 2 Gog and Magog 3 Gloriana 4 The - фото 5

PART THREE

1 To the Copper Cow

2 Gog and Magog

3 Gloriana

4 The Queen’s Salamander

5 With the Count de Feria

6 Scrying the Shew Stone

7 The Deathscent

8 The Breath of Innocence

A New Apprenticeship

Other titles by Robin Jarvis

Copyright

About the Publisher

Two Gentlemen of Physic Two Gentlemen of Physic PART ONE PART ONE 1 Adam othe - фото 6

Two Gentlemen of Physic Two Gentlemen of Physic PART ONE PART ONE 1 Adam o’the Cogs 2 O Mistress Mine 3 Lantern Illuminates 4 The Scorched and Drunken Bee PART TWO 1 The Best Panacea 2 A Shiny Blue Acorn 3 The Balm Trader 4 Rats and Ashes 5 Hunting the Devil 6 Angel Versus Demon PART THREE 1 To the Copper Cow 2 Gog and Magog 3 Gloriana 4 The Queen’s Salamander 5 With the Count de Feria 6 Scrying the Shew Stone 7 The Deathscent 8 The Breath of Innocence A New Apprenticeship Other titles by Robin Jarvis Copyright About the Publisher

Dredging his oars through the churning water Natty Pykes grumbled under his - фото 7

Dredging his oars through the churning water, Natty Pykes grumbled under his breath. The pinching cold no longer pained his fingers; all feeling had long since been swept away by the deluge which hammered from the black heavens. It was a filthy, sousing October night. His cloak afforded little protection from the relentless rain and his hat slopped sadly about his ears. Through the driving downpour he stared at the two figures sitting in the stern of his boat and the storm stung his upturned face. Silently he cursed those gentlemen who had engaged him.

The city was lost far behind them now, its mobbing crowd of chimneys and steeples obliterated by the storm. Through the drenching dark the small craft laboured. Swinging behind, the lanthorn made sparks of the pelting waters, and the surface of the river spat and fizzed like scalding fat.

“’Tis enough to drown the fishes!” he cried, yearning to hear another voice besides that of the endless squall. “Quench the fires infernal, this would. We’ll see no other on the river, not in this foulness. Must be an urgent errand to prise you good masters out of doors.”

His passengers made no reply. Throughout this drenching journey neither of them had uttered a word, but Natty Pykes had been a waterman for eighteen years and was nobody’s fool. As he ferried them ever further up the Thames, his shrewd and nimble mind made many quiet guesses. The large wooden apothecary box they carried was enough to tell him that they were men of physic and, judging by their attire, prosperous ones at that.

Deeper into that awful night they pressed and the hours curdled by. Natty knew only the drag of the oars and the protest of his back; all else he pushed from his thoughts until at last new sounds came to his grateful ears through the rain.

Urgent voices were calling and, turning stiffly, he glimpsed the landing stage of Hampton jutting out into the river. Lanthorns and guttering torches were held aloft to guide him, and Natty eyed the waiting figures with interest.

Drawing closer, he saw among that restless gathering a man of high rank, whose chain of office glittered in the sputtering torchlight. As his boat pulled alongside the jetty, he knew that the grim expression fixed upon that noble’s face was not caused by the storm alone.

Only when one of the palace guards hurried down the river steps to hold the craft steady did the waterman’s passengers stir. Binding their cloaks even more tightly about their shoulders, and taking up the apothecary box, they rose. Then, with greater poise and balance than even Natty Pykes could have managed, they alighted. Over the stone stairs the hems of their dark, concealing mantles went sweeping as they ascended to the landing stage.

Natty wiped the rain from his face. “Goodnight to you, Masters,” he called, reminding them he had not yet been paid.

The figures halted. One of them turned and a gloved hand appeared from the cloak’s heavy folds. Winking bright and yellow, a coin came spinning down to splash in the rainwater which sloshed inside the boat around Natty’s boots. The waterman snatched it up.

“A sovereign!” he declared, incredulous. “Black my eyes and call me a stinking Spaniard! A real, whole sovereign!”

Jumping to his feet so that the boat swayed violently beneath him, he gave a whoop of joy. “Thank you, Masters! Thank you and bless you!”

But the strangers were already striding away, led by the man of rank and the sour-faced guards. Natty watched them march towards the great palace, its vast shape rising black and blind into the pelting night.

Lowering himself into the boat once more, he stared thoughtfully at the golden profile on the coin, now held tight within his callused fingers. His quick mind slotted the pieces of the puzzle together and he began to fathom the strangers’ purpose.

“Lord help them this night,” he prayed. “May they have the skill to save Her.”

Then, putting the sovereign to his lips, Natty kissed it and began the long journey back to London.

Hurriedly the two strangers were escorted into the palace of Hampton Court - фото 8

Hurriedly, the two strangers were escorted into the palace of Hampton Court where their anxious guide introduced himself as Sir William Cecil, trusted adviser to the Queen. Hastening through the straw-strewn corridors, he rapidly acquainted them with the distressing news.

“Eight days,” he announced, herding them past more guards and up a flight of steps. “Eight days She has lain abed. There is naught Her own physicians can do.”

Their faces still muffled and hidden, the visitors listened but made no reply.

“The German doctor, Burcot,” Cecil continued. “He claimed smallpox, but there are no eruptions. She called him a fool and had the impudent fellow thrown out. Yet now a fever has Her and all are sorely afraid. I almost summoned that knave to return till I was minded of you.”

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