'Something will replace her, but it will be different. And it will come in its own time. That's the way these things work,' says Mr D.

Neti looks so small, but that's because she is in so many different pieces. I'm Death, so it's beneath me to gag, but it's hard not to. Her limbs are spread around the room. Her eyes are sightless. The television chatters; an inane game show. And it looks like she is watching it. Her strength and her menace are gone. Aunt Neti is dead, and murdered with such cruel joy. HD cheers a little.

'Where are the Knives of Negotiation?' I say suddenly remembering them. 'Please tell me they're safe.'

Mr D pales. He rushes to the black cabinet, does something intricate with its scrollwork and one of its doors slides to one side. The knives' usual resting place. 'Nothing,' he says.

My brain ticks over. Rillman must have started with his stony razor, covered with my blood, perhaps to give it greater efficacy. And then, when he had incapacitated Neti, he snatched the knives and put them to quick snicker-snack use, finishing off the job. Then he probably shifted directly to Neill's office. Aunt Neti's been dead a while. Rillman had been anxious to leave in the tunnel, and not just because my Avian Pomps had arrived. He'd never expected to take so long with me.

There is a plate of scones on the table, untouched. Neti was expecting Rillman, or someone. Like she said, she only makes scones when people are coming to her with questions. Her prescience had failed as to Rillman's real intentions.

I wonder if she wasn't working with him in some way. Maybe the Stirrer safe houses, their grid, is being used for something else. Maybe Rillman was using both sides.

I have never seen Mr D look so rattled. 'So what do we do from here?' I ask.

'We talk strategy. Rillman is killing RMs, and suddenly the focus has turned away from the real threat, the coming Stirrer god.'

'Well, that's got them scared as well.' I sigh. I really don't know who I can trust at all. But one thing is certain; Mr D doesn't have the answers.

But there's someone who does, and I might just catch her.

'I'm going to have to leave you here to clean up,' I say to Mr D.

'Of course,' Mr D says, though he is obviously affronted. 'I of all people know how busy you are.'

I give him a quick salute and shift. Eight long arms snap out at me, but only one connects. It's enough to put me on my arse. The One Tree creaks around us in sympathy with her or me, I'm not sure.

'Oh, it's you.' Several hands help me up.

'I didn't expect Rillman would visit you here.'

'How did you know, dear?' Aunt Neti asks. She doesn't look happy, but I wouldn't be either if someone I'd considered an ally had just chopped me into little pieces.

'You made him scones. You were expecting his visit.' I grimace. 'I kind of guessed it.'

Aunt Neti scowls. 'When you broke the rules, and didn't even choose me to allow your Orpheus Manoeuvre, well, that was too much.'

'Charon was just there,' I say. 'I didn't realise that there was any other way.'

'Exactly. At least Rillman understood how it was meant to be done. I was the one who helped his Orpheus Manoeuvre. I felt so guilty that it failed, not because of anything I did, but that blasted Mr D.'

'I thought Mr D was your friend.'

Aunt Neti nods. 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. You would do well to remember that, Mr de Selby, when it all comes falling down around you. Rillman failed, and I felt that I owed him. Besides, once you had clearly disdained me, well, what allegiance did I owe to you.

'I was happy to cover for him, to let him return to the land of the living. We REs perform Orpheus Manoeuvres all the time; we let the curtains slip between life and death. It's not such a big deal for us, because we're not really alive. But I never meant to create a monster, and certainly not one so dangerous. My indulgence never went as far as the stone knives.'

I glare at her. 'It should never have gone as far as your lies. You owed your loyalty to me.'

Aunt Neti snorts. Her eight arms wave around her, a halo of limbs, and then she's jabbing them in my face. 'And what do you owe yours to? Not much, as far as I can see. With your rule-breaking, your moaning. And when did you ever really come to me for advice? There are things you could have learnt if you trusted me. But no, you avoided your Aunt Neti, unless it was absolutely necessary. My Francis never did that. And you skimped on your duties, drinking, not showing up for work. People talk, Mr de Selby, and your Aunt Neti listens.'

'And look where that's gotten you,' I snap. 'A place on the One Tree, and no power at all.'

The air seems knocked out of her. She folds her hands neatly around her waist, and dips her head.

'Yes… Well, it's a fabulous view,' Aunt Neti sighs. I can see she's already growing listless with death. Soon the One Tree will have her and all that will remain will be a fading memory. 'You're right, of course, but it's too late for me now. There are some lessons that you take to the grave.'

30

Evening after a long and confusing day. HD is making me jittery. The Moot's looming and I'm home. I want to be with Lissa, but that's not who I've got. The kitchen buzzes with the energy of two RMs. I wonder what Dad would think. I wonder if he would be proud. I doubt it. Maybe, if I'd let Lissa in on my secret. It's been a long day.

I don't like having the meeting here, at home. But Suzanne insisted. Lissa isn't due back for another couple of hours. There is a stir expected at the Princess Alexandra Hospital.

'I never thought I'd see the day,' Suzanne said. 'But here we are, a Recognised Entity is dead. Killed not by one of us, nor by our enemy, but by that stupid, vengeance-craving man.'

'And with those knives. He can wreak bloody havoc with them,' I say. 'Maybe we should consider cancelling the Death Moot.'

'No,' Suzanne growls. 'The Death Moot goes ahead. To cancel it would set an alarming precedent. We're better off together, stronger. Unless, that is, if he manages to kill us all… Well, that thing that we contain, it won't be contained anymore.'

'Where would it go?'

Suzanne's smile is wide. 'Imagine your dreams, imagine that made reality. That shadowy, lurching Hungry Death; that relentless slaughter. De Selby, it's in us all, it's in everything living. But in us… us twelve, now… it's magnified, personified. Death is part of life, but without anyone to control it… all that power is not a legacy I want to leave for the world. Still -'

'Still, if it's going to happen, it's better to be dead than deal with it,' I say.

Suzanne shakes her head. 'If that sort of thing occurs then we've a major biblical sort of problem – actually, nastier than anything in the Bible. Death won't save you. Maybe I'm wrong, Steven, but it terrifies me, and it should terrify you, too.'

'I don't think I know enough to be terrified.'

Suzanne frowns. 'Ultimately that's what it's all about, our business. Managing Death, keeping the Hungry Death under control and following laws more conducive to life. Whenever we fail, whenever we let it slip out of control, bad things happen. That's just the way it works. Our governments may want to impose their own system of management on this, no matter that they don't have nearly the unified approach that we possess. We're older than any system of legislature or governance. If we fail at our business, they have no chance of filling the void.

'You may not trust the Orcus, but believe me when I say that there is a certain purity in what we do, in what we had to give up to become this. You just lost your innocence in a different way. It was torn from you. For the rest of us, we tore it from ourselves.

'We chose this path with our eyes open. We knew the cost of what we did, of those that we killed. I loved my family, I loved my friends, but I knew I could be a better RM than my predecessor. Did I ever tell you that he was my lover?

'I killed him to become this, because he was weak, because I could see battles far ahead that I knew he

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