'No. The old fellow received some kind of energy overdose once from a relic. Robbed him of his voice and, oddly, his hair. But Abaris adores him and speaks for him often, since they know each other so well. I've seen Ramon only need to look at Abaris in a particular way and Abaris can instantly interpret it.'
They both looked up at the sound of an explosion outside – somewhere deep in the city. The floor shook just moments before a second explosion.
'What the hell was that?' Jeryd exclaimed.
T HIRTY-SEVEN
The Exmachina was a city ship, Artemisia had declared proudly, powered by two immense metal plates reacting to the Earth's hidden forces. Artemisia further described it as a 'magnetic barge', although this made things little clearer. Randur had no comprehension of much of what Artemisia explained, or the true functions of the ship.
He remained simply in awe.
There were city decks below, situated where would have been the hold and bulkhead of a normal ship, three levels containing streets and eclectic wooden buildings impossibly crammed in. And they were all empty. No people wandering in and out of the darkness, a ghost city of lanterns remaining unlit, passageways crowded by dust. Bold and intricate arches adorned many of the buildings down there, some billeted and others possessing fine interlacing motifs but in designs that were beautiful, completely alien to the new arrivals. Small and ragged rips in the hull permitted sunlight, although these gaps were being repaired at a constant rate by the Hanuman – the term Artemisia used to describe the winged monkeys. For the time being, this warrior woman was living alone on here, she told them, with only the Hanuman for company, moving through the skies in search of the travellers. She spoke philosophically about her lonely quest.
They were all now seated on the main deck – there were no benches to be found anywhere. There was no mast, no sails rippling tightly, just raised wooden platforms that stretched endlessly, and isolated cabins scattered across the ship's width seemingly without thought or purpose. There were shrubs and plants and vines sprouting everywhere, and lichen swarmed around the rim of the ship, clinging on the few vertical planes where nothing else could exist. It might just have seemed possible that this vegetation was holding the entire structure together.
Randur enquired about the ship's origins.
'It is able to slice through from my own world to any other dimension,' Artemisia revealed. 'That is a word you use, is it not? My terminology may well exceed your range.'
'You mean from your world to ours?' Eir suggested. 'Then, yes, I suppose that's still the word we might choose, although it has other uses in our language. Come to mention it, how is it that you can speak our language, if you do not come from our dimension?'
'I speak most known languages, give or take a few dialects. Your own is enforced within your Empire, which certainly makes things easier for me.'
'Artemisia,' Rika breathed the name as if she felt honoured to be in her company, 'tell us why you're here. Are you… Jorsalir? Are you even one of the Dawnir? I feel I already know you, perhaps from a description in some text I've studied. There was someone in Villjamur who was said to be that ancient, but he looked nothing like you.'
'I know nothing about this fraud you mention. He could have been one of any number of types. Where I come from, there is no shortage of variants.' Artemisia gave a macabre chuckle, removed her swords and placed them on the deck. She sat down cross-legged next to them, and almost instinctively Rika moved closer to the bulky figure.
Randur kept wondering why the former Empress was behaving in so strangely intimate a manner.
The expression on Artemisia's face suggested what she was about to say was not easy for her. 'You need to know that my own people have been fighting a war for hundreds of epic cycles. In fact, ever since we were liberated by Frater Mercury.'
'Who's that?' Randur asked.
'It was he who gave us our freedom – our whole existence is thanks to him. But we abuse such freedoms through long millennia of violence. Only now have our internal wars infringed upon your dimension. The last ten cycles have seen our enemy find methods of entering other dimensions, although they have not yet set foot in this one. How may I put this simply: they wish to repopulate this primitive world with inhabitants from their own, and carve out a new society. All of our races wish to come here, in fact, because our own dimension is scheduled to end long before this one will. The temperatures for us are very hostile, the sun something we have no experience of. The invasion has already come to your lands to the west of this archipelago, while in the east, beyond your cartographical awareness, cities greater than Villjamur are already burning, with millions being slaughtered in their own homes. Cities are being systematically cleared in preparation. You have a word called 'genocide', I believe?'
Randur took a deep breath, trying to absorb this staggering information.
'I had hoped to find you in Villjamur, Jamur Rika, to make my discussions with you somewhat simpler, but you went on the run instead.'
No one said anything for a while. A melancholic atmosphere took over the group as they attempted to comprehend just what this warrior woman was telling them. Randur simply didn't know what to make of it. He had thought he knew a lot about the world, but clearly not. In a few sentences their entire existence had been so casually undermined – if this being was to be believed.
Artemisia continued. 'I have therefore had to track you down – not a simple task given your current weather patterns – which has meanwhile allowed their brood to not only wipe out an island but also move to assault one of your major urban settlements. Personally, I care not about dead humans, however my superiors, what you call the Dawnir, feel somewhat indebted to their creators.'
Eir suddenly then realized. 'We created them, the Dawnir? We created the gods?'
Randur thought he had never heard anything so ridiculous, but stole a glance at Rika, who had devoted so many years to worshipping Astrid, the female embodiment of the Dawnir that humans had now apparently created. Still, they only had the word of this murderess to go on. 'How can we trust anything you say on this?' he snarled.
A thunderous sigh from Artemisia. 'I guarded you, even when you didn't know it. I watched those Empire warriors closing in on you – I had located you by the time you had departed that rural abode, but I already knew the old one had sent signals for those men to intercept you. You, Randur, even saw one of the Hanuman while you were dozing by the fire – they were watching over you. You were all quite safe, even when Jamur Eir was snatched and taken into the caves by Ancients of your own world. They were harmless creatures and their construct would not have significantly harmed you.'
Randur felt shame at having been spied upon without his knowledge, but shrugged it off. As if hearing their name mentioned, one of the Hanuman darted overhead, followed by another. Artemisia barked something at them in an unnatural tongue, before the creatures calmed down, descending in a flutter to settle at the far end of the deck.
'I simply do not believe this assertion that we created our own gods,' Eir said suddenly.
Artemisia sighed. 'Time is vast. The Truwisans – people of Truwisa, or Dawnir as your culture corrupted the name – are crafted from your ancient technologies. We were made from your imagination. This was all before you diminished yourselves to this primitive way of living after the wars of your culture, your rebellion against such change. One human guided our creation – Frater Mercury – and our liberation was with the guidance of him, too. He is now a god to us. So we ancient creatures – my ancestors, I mean – had been cultured to perfection, before they took over your world. Then they were forced to abandon it.'
'What, just like that?'
'There were… complications. Technology had become so intimidating, so it is said, and much of your kind rebelled against Frater Mercury and his creations. Given the bloodshed, it became prudent for us to sidestep into another realm of existence – and we departed from the very location where Villjamur now sits. So now I have come here seeking to bargain with the most powerful leader in these islands, and the fact that you are no longer the ruler
