part of my plan. Then something else occurred to me.
‘How are you doing with reverse-engineering the eel net?’ I asked.
‘We can just about replicate a poor man’s version of it,’ Tailgunner told me.
I saw Pagan’s face fall. I think he realised what I was thinking.
‘You’re insane. You don’t fuck with these things – they’ll kill us on a whim,’ he said.
Morag was watching me with guarded interest.
‘Where’s your faith, Pagan? Is the cage gone? The code that Nuada put in me.’
Pagan nodded. ‘It’s served its purpose and they hate leaving traces of themselves. It will have gone.’
I turned to Salem. ‘Will you confirm that?’ He looked confused but nodded. I turned back to Pagan. ‘Do your ritual and tell Nuada this: if he does not turn up then I will re-expose myself to Demiurge.’ There was a storm of violent objections. Even Salem looked angry. Morag was the angriest. I let them rant at me for a while. ‘And this will be done before anyone has a look around inside my head.’
‘Then it’s all for nothing?’ Pagan asked angrily.
‘Only if they don’t show,’ I said. ‘And Pagan -’ he looked up at me ‘- I am not bluffing.’
‘You’re insane,’ he told me.
‘No, he’s not,’ Mother said.
‘Look, if there’s something in your head you could be throwing away our last chance, you selfish bastard!’ Morag shouted at me. It echoed around the cave.
Our mostly Maori audience had put their guns down some time ago but they were still watching the exchange. I rounded on Morag.
‘Don’t you tell me about throwing away chances – and have a good listen to Rannu before you try and stop me. I will kill anyone who tries to get anything out of my head before we’ve spoken to one of them.’
‘You can’t coerce them,’ Tailgunner started, sounding frustrated.
‘Fuck them,’ Cat said and then to me, ‘I got your back.’
‘She doesn’t even know Rannu,’ I said to Pagan and Morag.
‘You bastard,’ Morag said quietly, her eyes narrowing.
‘I agree. Jakob’s off limits until we’ve spoken to one of these things,’ Mother added. Tailgunner turned to her to object. ‘Don’t cross me on this,’ she told him.
Morag was right: this job was proving hard on relationships.
I was gambling that there was something in my head that Nuada and his friends wanted or they wanted us to have. I was threatening to destroy this. I hoped it was enough to at least get their attention.
So far the only good thing that had come out of this mess was that the heist had been a success. The Puppet Show had shown Mother’s people how to smuggle the goods down into the caves. We pretty much had enough food for the next month or so and more than enough ammunition for the foreseeable future. It was funny how weapons always seemed to end up the priority. How sometimes it can be easier to get an assault rifle than something to eat.
Salem had checked to see that Nuada’s cage had gone. It had. I had made him swear he would look no further. He argued with me but relented. I was pretty sure he was a man of his word but then I’d thought that of Pagan once. I liked the old guy. His presence was soothing, even if he did refuse to discuss whether or not he was one of the Immortals.
It was good to have Salem to speak to as the Maori contingent didn’t want to have much to do with me, and Merle, Pagan, Mudge and Morag were all avoiding me for different reasons. Pagan could barely even look at me and I wasn’t about to make it easy for him. I think he was setting up the summoning ritual/program largely out of guilt. Merle on the other hand didn’t seem to think he had anything to apologise for.
Rannu just kept screaming as long as he could. His voice was changing he was doing it so much damage, and there was only so much sedative we could afford to give him. I tried sitting with him, but very quickly he was probing for damage, looking for a way in, a way to cause pain, and it knew us well by now. I had to leave him.
‘You know we’re wasting time?’ I was sitting on a smooth boulder that broke the surface of the water, trying to refit the two claws that Rannu had been using as shanks. I was surprised to hear Morag’s voice but there was no emotion in it. I turned to look up at her. There was no emotion in her face either. She was wearing her heated inertial armour, a hat and scarf. Her breath misted in the cold, dark, deep cave.
‘Do you want to go somewhere and talk?’ I asked. I’d been dreading this, but we had to talk at some point and here everyone could see us. They would also hear the inevitable shouting echo throughout the cave.
‘We’ve got nothing to say to each other.’
That confused me a little bit.
‘So why are we talking?’
‘This is about the job. I know it takes a long time to mobilise a fleet and ground forces, but they’ve been at it for months and this whole thing is a waste of time.’
I couldn’t believe I was hearing this.
‘What about Rannu?’ I asked. ‘He supported you right from the beginning.’ After he’d kicked the shit out of me twice. ‘Have you even given any thought to his wife and kids?’
‘I think we need to focus-’
‘On what? You’re the great tactician, are you? So what do you want to do?’
‘Demiurge. The Citadel,’ she said quietly. She didn’t want to shout this through the cave.
‘How?’ I demanded. I could see that she was getting angry now.
‘Look, I want Rannu back as much as you, but we can’t force these things. I admit I don’t know how to go after Demiurge or the Citadel but the answer could be in your head.’
‘No,’ I said. ‘Rannu first, then my head.’
‘Selfish bastard. It’s not just your friend at stake.’
‘No, he’s yours as well.’
‘At least let us look in your head.’ She was exasperated now.
‘Pagan sent you,’ I said matter-of-factly. After all, he was running the information side of things and he’d put me in harm’s way to get whatever was in my head, assuming there was anything in my head.
‘You think I wanted to come and speak to you myself?’ she hissed at me.
‘Look, I’m sorry-’
‘I don’t want to hear it. We need what’s in your head.’
‘No. I can’t take the risk that they’ll know, at which point I become expendable and the threat doesn’t work. When did you become so fucking ruthless?’
She looked as if I’d slapped her. ‘You’ve got no right to speak to me like that,’ she said coldly.
I took a deep breath, suddenly aware of how angry I’d become. I was struggling with how quickly Morag was able to sacrifice Rannu.
‘Do you think I don’t care?’ she demanded. As her anger subsided I could see how upset she was.
‘Morag, seriously, we need to talk,’ I said softly.
‘There is no we to talk about, Jakob.’
I don’t know what I was expecting. It still felt like a cold knife sliding between my ribs.
‘Of course there is. You wouldn’t keep on trying to kill me if you didn’t care about me.’ She just stared at me. ‘That came out wrong.’
‘You know, at least when you were possessed you told the truth.’ Then she stormed off.
That went well, I thought. I couldn’t even go looking for Mudge for drugs, booze and solace. He had his own problems. In fact, just about the only person who was talking to me, other than Salem, was Cat, and she never let me forget that she disapproved of my sleeping with the Grey Lady. She’d understandably taken Morag’s side in that.
It was the first time I’d seen Dinas Emrys from the outside. Although a library it looked like a huge fortress straddling the peaks of several mountains that rivalled, but didn’t surpass, the tallest peaks in the Highlands. The fort looked old. Older than even the tourist-haunted ruins of the castles I’d seen in Scotland as a child back when we’d lived in the park.
It was dark. The moon was full and closer than I remembered it being back home. Pagan had told me that Nuada had an affinity with the moon. Whatever. It was cold and a wind strong enough to tug at our icons’ clothes was blowing. The air smelled fresh and just a little thin. I was just pleased that it didn’t taste like greasy farts. I felt
