She had not seen this model of heliopter before and it bore no markings, but it hardly seemed like something that the Wasps would use. Even now it was dropping towards Solarno, the pilot handling the craft ably despite its leaden response, and Taki used her heliograph to send another set of instructions to her trainee: break off, return to field. She could only hope that the girl would realize that Taki wanted her to advise people of the newcomer, because there was no signal for that in the code book.
The Beetle pilot obediently let her orthopter drop, far swifter and better controlled than the heliopter. Collegium had its own standard model flier, which had gone into production after Taki herself had pitched up in the city with her Solarnese know-how and got together with the capable engineers of the College. The orthopter now vanishing down towards the city was built on the same lines as the Esca: a two-winged craft with balancing halteres, hunchbacked over the clockwork engine, a long, tapering tail behind, and a pair of rotary piercers before. At the start, they had not wanted to build them armed, but Taki had always been a fighting pilot, the cream of Solarnese pride, and she had held out over this until she got her way.
She really was very, very glad now that she had won that particular battle.
Collegium had a modest airfleet of these craft now, and Taki’s students had gone on to become tutors themselves some time ago for, in another stroke of fortune, the Collegiate- Solarnese trade that the end of the war had sparked up had led to an upsurge of interest in flying. The fighting aviators of Solarno had been much in vogue, heroes of books and songs and a play or two. Taki had done well out of that but, given all those young men and women who had found sufficient coin for flying lessons, so had the city.
They called the Collegiate models Stormreaders.
Taki let her Esca slide into the view of the heliopter pilot, close enough to peer through the broad windows of his canopy. Now his machine was not meant for combat, or at least she sincerely hoped not. It was no cargo-hauler either. She could not tell precisely what it was good for, and she was worried that the answer might actually be nothing.
The pilot was a decent hand, though, and made a neat enough landing, after circling a few times while the ground crew wheeled a couple of Stormreaders out of the way, and she made one more circuit herself just to be sure there was no funny business, before making her own descent.
When she had got the Esca down, dropping neatly onto its landing legs without anyone needing to clear anything aside for her, the heliopter cockpit was open and a man was already clambering out. The ground crew, some off-duty pilots and a pair of Merchant Company soldiers watched him dubiously, but Taki felt that she owed it to a fellow pilot to take the lead.
‘Hey, you there, welcome to Collegium!’ At the sound of her voice the other onlookers relaxed and let her get on with it, which irritated her. True, she was de facto an Associate Master of the College, teaching aviation to packed classrooms when she could be bothered to turn up, but she was not even a Collegiate citizen, nobody had given her a rank or a title, and away from her students she should have no authority whatsoever. Still, being a legend was a hard thing to live with, and anyone who had anything to do with the Collegium airfields knew te Schola Taki-Amre, and held her in high esteem.
The heliopter pilot dropped heavily to the ground. He was a short man, which was to say he was only a foot taller than she was, wearing a flying helmet with a full-face mask, a military-looking piece of kit. He stripped it off as she approached, revealing an unappealing visage, a squat broad-mouthed face with small suspicious eyes, a flat nose and skin that was white enough to look dead. Halfbreed, she noted, Fly-kinden and… Ant, I think. Tarkesh Ant, with that skin.
Still, some of his unhealthy skin tone was probably weariness, she guessed. There were grey circles about his eyes, and his sag-shouldered pose suggested a man who had been on the move for some time. ‘What brings you to Collegium?’ she asked him brightly.
‘Stenwold Maker,’ he replied, his voice flat and almost toneless, and abruptly he had everyone’s attention, including that of the snapbows the soldiers were carrying.
‘That’s a big name to be throwing around right now. He’s a busy man. Has to be him, does it?’ Taki asked lightly. It seemed highly unlikely that this individual would turn out to be Rekef, as she had yet to find any crowd that he would blend in with, and his instant annoyance at being questioned would not be a good survival trait in a professional spy. Nonetheless, she had lost a few nights to dreams of Myna burning, so she was not inclined to be trusting.
‘Yes,’ said the halfbreed wearily, as though even that one word was too much effort. ‘It really, really does. You’ve got him here, or do I have to walk somewhere?’
‘Maybe I can take a message,’ Taki suggested.
The look the man gave her was venomous. ‘Is this what you do? Is this your job, to make my life difficult? Urgent top-secret message, eyes of Stenwold Maker only. How difficult is that to understand? News from Tark, all right?’
‘You know that Stenwold Maker doesn’t rule this city, I assume,’ Taki tried. Despite herself, she was fighting down a smile at the sheer magnitude of the small man’s temper. As she spoke, she had to admit that, despite everything the Beetles said about their government, she was not entirely sure that Maker did not run things here, but it would not be politic to say so.
‘Don’t care,’ the halfbreed spat out. ‘He could clean the privies, for all it would interest me. Now, is someone here going to do the decent thing and take me to him, or do I have to start asking people at random in the street?’
‘The forgemasters are all saying that they can’t do everything at once,’ Jodry declared mildly. He could afford to be amiable, as he sat in the expansive chair behind his desk in the Speaker’s office. Stenwold, on his feet and keen to sort matters out and be gone, found the Speaker’s ease aggravating.
‘Jodry, I was there,’ he snapped. ‘I saw these monster machines the Empire are deploying. When they come for us or we go to them, we’ll need battle automotives. Since we don’t actually have any, the only thing we can do is armour up any civilian vehicle that could do the job.’
‘Yes, yes, and you have made many profligate promises where the Assembly’s purse is concerned, while confiscating private property on that account,’ Jodry returned sharply. ‘And — yes, requisitioning, if you must, if that makes what is basically theft sound more palatable — and, as I say, now the wretched machines are backed up all over the city like an overflowing drain, because the foundries are working on yet more orthopters. Because Mistress Taki, she also saw the same battle you did, and apparently came away with rather different priorities.’
‘Just… get them to strike a balance. I’m not saying Myna didn’t suffer from the air, but these Cyclops machines of theirs.. ’ Stenwold shook his head. ‘You weren’t there.’
‘For which I’m profoundly grateful. Worse luck, though, that you’re already proposing to go back, along with our Merchant Companies.’
‘We didn’t stop the Empire early enough before,’ Stenwold replied promptly. ‘If we can get to them while they’re consolidating in Three-city territory — or even at Helleron! — then we can win the war. If we leave them to come to us… the Sarnesh knew that was foolishness when they went out to meet the Wasps at Malkan’s Folly, Jodry. They nearly had the city the last time we let them march up to our gates.’
‘And what,’ said Jodry, with infinite patience, ‘do you propose to do about Solarno? You’ve heard the same reports as I have.’
Stenwold opened his mouth, then scowled. ‘I’ve heard far too many reports, and all of them contradictory. I hear reports about Spiderlands troops, and mention of the Aldanrael, but other people are saying the Empire is there.’
‘Yes, both at the same time,’ Jodry agreed. ‘We didn’t think of that one when we gave the Aldanrael a bloody nose, eh?’
At that point there was a polite knock, low down on the door, and then Arvi stepped in, with a brief bow towards the desk. ‘Master Drillen, I’m afraid there are visitors here for Master Maker.’
‘Tell them to wait,’ Stenwold growled, but Arvi, with an arch look indicating that he knew exactly who he took orders from, added, ‘It is Mistress Taki, and another gentleman who seems to have come straight from the airfield. It appears to be a matter of grave urgency.’
The two Beetle statesmen exchanged glances, the tension in the room tightening by another twist.
‘Send them in,’ Jodry decided, and Arvi bowed again, and backed out.
‘You’ve had no word, of course, from your fellow over Exalsee ways?’ Jodry enquired lightly.
Stenwold shook his head, tight-lipped. Word from Laszlo was long overdue.
