The window slid from the ceiling and then down one wall, offering glimpses of the rooms that lay beyond, as it moved to the floor and zipped toward Valkyrie. It stopped under her feet and she fell through, but managed to grab the edge. Her legs dangled. Mire's body was below her in the kitchen, reaching up to try to grab her boots.
She kicked away its hands and pulled herself up. The room was changing like crazy. Colors swept through the walls, which moved in and then out again, like the lungs of a great beast. The window shrank to the size of an eye. Carpets sprang up from between the floorboards and then withered and died. Anathem Mire was angry and losing control of his house.
The blank wall, the wall that led to the secret room in Gordon's house, grew a doorway, and Valkyrie ran through it. The corridor was dark and much too long. She had visions of the exterior of this building, the whole thing mutating to accommodate the spasmodic needs of its master.
'You are my enemy!' Mire screamed after her. 'You are not my queen! You are my enemy!'
She took a turn, not knowing where she was going, and stumbled into a well-lit room with a large table set for a banquet. Candles flickered, and wine was already poured into goblets. There were no windows and no doors.
Part of the floor sagged and fell away to steps. The body climbed the staircase, and Valkyrie backed away. The ghost came in as smoke and took shape before her.
'I tried being nice,' he snarled. 'I was glad to see you. I was happy you were here.'
'You don't have to do this, Anathem.'
'But you have rejected me. Me!»The banquet melted on the table, turning to slop that dripped off the edges. The candles melted but still burned. The carpet stretched over the staircase, and the floor sealed itself.
Valkyrie needed a way out. She needed a door or a window, and she needed to get Mire angry enough to make one.
'I'll be your queen,' she said suddenly.
The ghost's face contorted. 'I am no fool.'
'I'll stay here with you and be your queen. That's what you want, isn't it?'
'You make bargains,' the ghost said as the body advanced, 'because you are scared. You tell lies because you fear the death that is to be visited upon you.'
Valkyrie splayed her hands, and the air rippled. The body sprawled on the ground and then clambered back up.
'Your last moments will be memorable ones,' the ghost said, and floated sideways, disappearing into his ravaged body.
Unlike when she had first seen him, when spirit and body were aligned to look like a normal man, this new form had no such vanities. Here its function was simple, the ghost possessing the body, steering it as a vessel of destruction. The head moved, looked up, saw her with eyes that were no longer there.
'It has been a long time,' Mire said, his new voice a harsh thing of scrapes and sandpaper, 'since I spilled the blood of a living being.'
He moved suddenly and quickly, took Valkyrie off her feet, and slammed her down onto the table. She twisted and drove her knee into his side, but his nerve endings had long since deadened and withered away. She gripped his wrist and kicked, and when he released her to strike, she rolled off the table.
She barely had time to stand before the table melted between them and he strode through. She clicked her fingers and threw a fireball. It exploded against his arm, and she pushed at the air and he staggered.
The walls were melting, and the floor lurched, and the whole room began to slip slowly down through the house.
'I am Anathem Mire,' he said. 'I am master of reality.'
'You're losing control.'
'I am master of reality,' he insisted angrily, 'and you are a fool to oppose me.'
'You're insane.'
'Shut up!' he roared, and knocked her back.
The carpet turned into a puddle that latched onto his feet and formed shoes, polished to a gleam. It rose up his body, covering his rags with a new suit of clothes, covering his dead skin with a new layer that looked fresh and alive.
'I am whole again,' he said, once his new face had settled into position.
The room dropped suddenly, and for a second Valkyrie had nothing beneath her feet but air. She hit the ground again and tumbled. The room had collapsed into the living room, the geography of both squashing together. As each room tried to assert its own form and retain its own integrity, the walls rippled and a window was revealed.
Skulduggery appeared and fired his gun, the bullets shattering the glass and driving into Mire, who bellowed in rage. Valkyrie ran to the window and jumped through. Skulduggery caught her, and they sprinted across the cavern.
She glanced back. The house shifted, all but two of the windows disappearing and the front door widening. The two windows formed a pair of gigantic eyes that glared at them, and the door grew teeth and shrieked its rage. Mire stood in the mouth but dared not cross its boundary.
'I'll find you!' he screamed. 'I'll find you, girl!'
They reached the tunnel and ran through, and even though Valkyrie knew he couldn't follow, she didn't slow down.
Chapter Twenty-five. The Raid
At a little after nine that evening, a large bread van pulled up at the back of the Hibernian Cinema. It attracted no attention. A car with tinted windows followed and parked beside it. Again, nobody noticed.
Tanith was leaning against the door frame of a spare room at the front of the medical bay. Ghastly had brought some of his equipment there so he could work while Kenspeckle carried out whatever tests he had to carry out. Tanith watched Ghastly, sitting at a table, making Valkyrie's new clothes. He was telling Tanith about his mother.
The rear doors of the bread van opened, and the men who jumped out did so silently and without fuss. They were dressed in gray and had scythes strapped to their backs.
'My mother was a boxer,' Ghastly said, testing the stitching on a sleeve. 'Her nose was broken four times, but according to my dad, she was still the prettiest woman in any room.'
'I've heard some of the stories,' Tanith said. 'She sounds like a remarkable woman.'
Ghastly smiled. 'I fought alongside her at the Battle of Black Rock, and I saw some of Mevolent's best men just turn and run. She fought both Serpine and Vengeous and beat them both into retreat. Remarkable doesn't even begin to describe her. She was magnificent, right up to the end.'
'How did she die?'
'She made a mistake,' he said. 'She went up against Lord Vile.'
***
An old man who moved more like a young man got out of the car. He had an air about him of someone who was accustomed to wielding authority. His eyes were cold. The man who got out after him had a weak chin and no such authority, but his eagerness was evident to any who wished to see.
The man with the cold eyes walked into the cinema, and the eager man gestured to the men in gray. They moved like liquid, seeping into the building through windows and side doors and skylights, the eager man scurrying along behind.
High on a rooftop beside the cinema, a figure stood in the darkness and watched.
Ghastly put the coat to one side and went to work on the tunic. 'There was a rule we had back then. You don't go up against Vile alone. You wait until your army is gathered behind you, you all attack together, and you pray someone gets in a lucky shot.'
'Vile was that dangerous?'
