brief moment to pat his hand gently, then gripped it again. “You’d be surprised how many people answer one of those two things.”
“Actually, I started in the army, hoping to see some real action. But after a few years, that clearly wasn’t going to happen since we never seem to actually go to war with anyone. So I transferred into Security Section Two.” Syfax kept an even tone as he mentally flipped through the negotiator’s handbook. Keep her talking. Build a rapport. “The pay is good and the work is interesting. Sometimes more than others.”
“And that’s important to you? Being interested?”
“I guess so,” Syfax said. “Killing bad guys is good for the soul, but it helps to keep your head in the game too. Otherwise, after a while, you start to lose focus on what’s important.”
“You’re wrong.” Chaou stared out the window past him. “I feel as passionate about my ideals as I did forty years ago. If anything, the time has only served to sharpen my resolve.”
Syfax glanced down at the ambassador’s wired fingers and said, “I can see that. So what’s the story with your hand? Did you get tired of not having a bunch of wires under your skin? I can see how that might bug you.”
“Hm. You’ve been quite patient and polite about bringing it up, major.” Chaou smiled briefly. “But I’m not going to tell you anything very useful. Suffice it to say, my organization has many enterprises, including medical and scientific research. The device implanted in my arm, well, you’ve felt its effects. There’s nothing more to say about it.”
Syfax’s basic training in electricity had not held his attention as well as weapons, tactics, and criminal psychology, but he managed to dredge up a few facts. “I suppose it’s insulated to protect you from being electrocuted all the time?”
“Yes, of course,” she said. “No, the breakthrough being tested was something else entirely. Something new, at the time.”
“Yeah, sure.” What would someone want to test something inside a person’s body? “How long have you had it?”
“Several years. It’s not uncomfortable, actually. But my associate has moved on to bigger and better things since then, and this little device would look like a child’s toy compared to her latest projects.”
“Such as?”
Chaou sighed. “I suppose it would be hoping too much to expect you to stop trying to interrogate me. It is your duty, of course. I respect that, more than you know. You provide a vital service for our people, protecting their lives. I can’t tell you how much I regret everything that happened last night. I had a plan, of course. A very good plan.”
“Right.” Syfax chuckled. They always have a plan. “So what went wrong?”
“My informants were misinformed. Something arrived in Tingis that was not supposed to be there. The plan fell apart and I did not have a contingency. I told Hamuy to make certain no one left Tingis after I departed in the airship. I never thought he would destroy whole engines or airships, or kill all of those innocent travelers.” Chaou swallowed. “The whole night was a dreadful fiasco and I take full responsibility for it. But good people died and now I must continue on or else those deaths are meaningless.”
“Continue on to do what?”
Chaou grimaced and shook her head.
So, she’s a patriotic lunatic, she’s recruiting, and she’s not a big fan of the queen. Delusions of grandeur and dreams of regicide. Always nice when they stick to the classics. Syfax glanced out the window to see the ferry was just entering the mouth of the Zemmour Canal and bearing east to Nahiz. Well, that’s enough of this crap. Time to go.
Chapter 13. Taziri
Kenan yelled over the droning propellers, “We’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Taziri waved and watched him and Ghanima climb back down the spiral stairs inside the lighthouse, thumping on wrought iron steps that rang and clanged with every footfall.
“Now where are they going?” Evander asked. “We finally find them and they just run off again. We’re never going to get to Orossa at this rate.”
“They’re just going to get the major,” Taziri said. “It won’t kill you to wait a few more minutes. When they get back, I’m sure they’ll take Hamuy and we’ll be free to go. We’ll tell them about the doctor in Arafez and let them deal with it. All right?”
“Fine.”
Two minutes later, Taziri heard the wrought iron stairs rattling again and the two young officers leapt up onto the landing. Kenan waved sharply, gesturing for them to come closer to the lighthouse. Evander pointed at the marshal and said, “What’s he want now?”
“I think they need a ride. Right now.” Taziri steered the Halcyon closer to the tower and then stepped back to the open hatch and kicked the rolled rope ladder over the threshold. “Climb up!” she yelled into the wind. As Ghanima began scrambling up the wriggling ladder, Taziri heard a new pounding and rattling on the spiral stairs behind the marshal. “Kenan! Climb up with her! I can carry you both away on the ladder!”
But the corporal remained on the landing, glancing back over his shoulder at the stairs. As Taziri pulled Ghanima up over the lip of the hatch, Kenan stepped out onto the ladder and yelled, “Go!”
A man’s head appeared at the top of the stairs. He squinted into the sunlight and shouted, “Hey, they’re taking off!”
“Taziri! Go-go-go!” Kenan kicked away from the railing and the rope ladder swung out from the lighthouse as two men dashed out onto the landing. One pulled a short knife from his sleeve while the other drew a gun. “Taziri! Go!”
She dashed to the cockpit to find that Ghanima was already in the pilot’s seat and wrestling with the controls. The young aviator threw a frown over her shoulder. “What is this? It’s all different from the Crake.”
“Move!” Taziri slid into the seat and shoved the throttle forward as the propellers flipped over to thrust down and away from the lighthouse tower. She peered down through the window by her feet to get a glimpse of the corporal, but the ladder swung out of view. “Ghanima, take over. Just hold the flight stick steady and get us into open air. Don’t touch anything else.”
The young pilot took back the seat with an anxious nod. Taziri ran back to the open hatch, noting that the doctor was sitting in the far corner with both hands clutching the handrail by his shoulder. The Hellan’s boot rested on the still-soaking shoulder of the unconscious man on the floor.
Looking down the ladder, Taziri saw they were still perilously close to the tower as the Halcyon ’s engine battled with a light breeze coming in off the sea. The brute with the gun leaned far over the railing trying to grab Kenan’s legs while his friend slashed at the empty air, trying to skewer the dangling marshal.
“Hold on,” said Ghanima. “I’m going to try something.” Halcyon juddered and shook, throwing Taziri to her knees and she grabbed a rail to stop herself from falling out the open hatch. The deck tilted suddenly as the airship began nosing up and Taziri saw the harbor master’s office falling away faster and faster. The rope ladder swung wide and Kenan swung with it toward the great glass eye of the lighthouse lantern. He kicked one of the men on the landing as he crashed into the stone wall beside the lantern and the second man leapt up to grab Kenan’s feet. The marshal yelped and fell several feet before he wrapped both arms around the bottom rung. As the airship rose, the two men rose with it. Kenan shrieked as he was dragged up across the jagged roof tiles and the man hanging on his leg lost his grip and fell back to the landing. Taziri winced as she watched the marshal’s shoulder crash into the flag pole at the top of the roof, and then they were free in the open air.
“Oh no, his arm. He can’t climb!” Taziri fumbled for the winch rope, yanking it free and hurling it down beside the ladder. For a moment, Kenan looked up and she saw how little was left in him. His eyes couldn’t quite focus and his mouth hung open, gasping for breath. As he reached for the winch cable, Taziri almost thought he would fall, but Kenan jammed the cable hook into his belt. She hit the winch switch and the marshal flew up into the hatch. He rolled into the cabin and Taziri slammed the hatch shut with the ladder still dangling outside. “Doctor!”
Evander grunted and knelt at Kenan’s side with his black bag. Taziri got out of his way, hesitated, then went
