my luck, Gemma. Still alive for a little bit longer.’
The words came out as strangled sobs. He withdrew his blade from his sister’s body, wiping the steel on his trousers, then stumbled down the corridor following Charlotte Shade’s parting directions.
At the end of the passage a door had been opened into a long oblong-shaped chamber, Charlotte Shades and Sadly standing over an evil-looking control panel set beneath a wide screen staring out onto the deeps of the dark. The waters at the bottom of the trench were pitch black, but there was an arc of light so bright he could hardly stand to look at it. The illumination was coming from the vast crystal portal, the gate that could connect their world to the sea-bishop’s terrible homeland.
‘What are you doing?’ moaned the commodore as he lurched into the chamber. ‘Is that not the gateway to these demons’ spoiled world, thick with their hateful legions?’
Charlotte tapped the Eye of Fate, glowing now around her neck, filling the dim chamber with a light as terrible as the one outside the city. ‘The Court of the Air took a copy of the key from the sceptre. Originally they were hoping to corrupt the key and reintroduce it to the sceptre. Instead, we copied its imprint onto the Eye of Fate.’
The commodore pointed to the glowing portal outside. ‘You’ve activated their dark portal, lass. Are you mad?’
Sadly winked at him. ‘Not just activated it, but signalled the beasts that here is a world safe for them to feed on. They’re on their way to the feast.’
Commodore Black raised his sabre at them. ‘You’re bloody mesmerized! The demons’ve nobbled the pair of you.’ As he spoke the seed-city shifted and quaked beneath his boots, the weak u-boat man’s stance on the deck nearly unbalanced.
‘There’s an armada of seed-cities hurtling towards us down their tunnel,’ said Charlotte. ‘It seems only fair to send them one back.’
Sadly grinned as he worked the controls. ‘You know what happens when an immovable object meets an irresistible force, you old rascal? A ruddy big explosion, the kind you can’t even measure on the chuffing scale!’
‘I need to stay here with the Eye of Fate,’ said Charlotte. ‘To pilot the city in and seal the portal at our end just before the impact. Otherwise our world will share the force of the explosion along with the sea-bishop’s home. You two get back to the docking bay and bail out on a darkship.’
‘I’m not leaving you alone here alone, lass.’
‘Do it!’ ordered Charlotte. ‘The Isla Furia will probably have fallen by now, the Court exterminated along with Jethro. Dick Tull is likely dead too. Someone needs to make sure these bloody vampires’ last survivors don’t rule the Kingdom and the Advocacy for the new few centuries. Expose them, root them out.’
The commodore put a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. ‘You’re as plucky as my daughter ever was, lass. Goodbye to you, and as fair a wind in your sails as I never had.’
‘Go! You too, Sadly. I’m going to use the Eye to seal this chamber off for good.’
Commodore Black smashed the back of the girl’s head with the buckler of his sabre, catching her as she tumbled back, pulling off the Eye of Fate and slipping its chain over his head.
‘I wondered if it was going to be you or I to do that,’ said Sadly.
‘Ah, Barnabas, the Court trained you for the job,’ said the commodore. ‘But I was born for it. And now I’m dying for it, too, curse my unlucky stars.’
Sadly picked up Charlotte’s unconscious form and slung her over his shoulder, holding his hand out for the commodore’s sword.
‘Get your own steel, lad. You’ll find one by my sister just down the way.’
Sadly nodded. ‘You would have made a good agent for the Court.’
‘I’m a heartless jigger, lad, but I was never that evil a brute. Keep her alive or I’ll come back and bloody haunt you.’
He listened to the agent’s sprinting footsteps fading down the corridor and touched the glassy surface of the Eye of Fate. I always knew you would be the one to get me killed.
‘How else is a royalist to die?’ Elizica’s voice echoed in the commodore’s mind. ‘But in the service of a queen?’ The chamber door sealed as if it had never existed while the meaning of the controls flashed through his mind. ‘Don’t wait too long, Jared Black. I can sense alarms activating throughout the city. They know someone is inside their pilot’s chamber and that their portal has opened.’
I think it would be good if someone lived to tell of this, my bloody royal sovereigness.
‘The world must live, Jared Black. Our two friends understand this too.’
Jared worked the controls, the seed-city shifting from side to side as it dragged away from the bottom of the trench, a mist of dark silt spewing up around them. The commodore counted the time down in his mind, ignoring the blood leaking from his shoulder, ignoring the angry burning in his lungs. His body afire with the pain of his illness and the strange connection to the Eye of Fate. Had Sadly made it? The agent’d used up his time and so, curse his stars, had poor old Blacky.
There was a terrible shaking as the seed-city passed through the crystalline arch, the pit of Jared’s gut falling away as they smoothly entered a realm of fractional unreality, mere probabilities between the infinite chain of worlds. Through the Eye of Fate he felt the throb of the shield generators activating, protecting them from non- existence in this queer realm beyond matter and reality. Sealing them in a bubble of time impervious to the raging non-existence outside. Jared Black felt something else too. The presence of Walsingham beyond the door, raging at the other sea-bishops outside to bring up equipment capable of cutting their way through the seed-city’s self- repairing structure. The sea-bishop’s face appeared floating above a projection panel on the commodore’s console, its hideous real face, not the stolen human features of a long dead State Protection Board officer.
‘Do not do this thing — pilot us back to your plane of existence. I will offer you the same deal I had with your sister. You shall be sovereign of your people, the new king of Jackals, ruling supreme and absolute. Your nation will be favoured among the entire world, master of all the others. Your enemies will bow down before you.’
‘Lead bull on the farm, eh? Siring lots of fat juicy cows for the plate.’ The pain in his shoulder was vanishing, burnt out by his unearthly connection with the Eye of Fate.
‘You shall be king!’ roared the creature.
‘I had a strange dream the last night I spent with the nomads of the sea,’ said the commodore. ‘I was on a station platform in the centre of town, waiting for a capsule with all the clackers and clerks to take me home, when I saw my father. He’s been dead for years, of course. Which is why I was so pleased to see him. We talked for hours about all the things we’d been doing, catching up, his life and mine. Ah, it was good to see him again, after all this time.’
‘What are you prattling about, animal?’ bellowed the sea-bishop. ‘Turn us around. Take us back through the portal!’
‘What am I talking about, you wobble-headed, blood-drinking, black-hearted bastard? It’s time for me to move along the Circle. But here’s the thing… you pack of jiggers are going first!’
Slamming his hand on the controls, the commodore sealed the portal behind him and killed the engines, their seed-city hurtling towards a hundred thousand identical cities closing in on them down a narrow thread of probability that shouldn’t exist. And then, in a searing noiseless explosion beyond even the power of the sun’s last gasp, it didn’t.
EPILOGUE
Lord Donaldson warmed his hands in the pockets of his overcoat as he waited for the door of the luxurious shopfront to be opened. His coat contained little rubber capillaries that circulated hot water from a heating stone secreted in its false lining, a fact for which he was grateful as the winter wind bit against his young six-foot frame.
‘Is this really necessary?’ he asked his manservant, Fisher.
‘Do you mean the procurement of a gem for your engagement ring, sir?’ said Fisher. ‘I rather think Lady Amanda will be expecting one.’
‘I mean all this,’ said his lordship, pointing to the transaction-engine drum turning in its armoured lock,
