bilocation. And please, I have already heard every possible variation of every joke involving the word bi, and not one of them was worth the breath it took to tell them. Your generation thinks it invented sex. In this case, bilocation means the ability to be in more than one place at the same time. Means you can get twice as much work done, whilst at the same time providing an unbreakable alibi. Sort of like multitasking, only more so. And yes, I am way ahead of you as always, you can make more than two of yourself at the same time, but the more duplicates you call up, the harder it will become to concentrate, to control you all. Make too many of yourself, and you could end up lost in the crowd, and unable to find your way back.'
He handed me a small black box, containing a pair of silver cuff links.
'Ah,' I said. 'I remember those. The Chameleon Codex. They pick up trace DNA from people I come into contact with, so I can make myself into an exact duplicate of them. Oh, I can see endless possibilities for fun here. I can do women as well as men, can't I?'
'You have no shame,' said the Armourer. 'Now, this is a skeleton key, made from real human bone. Don't ask who it came from; you really don't want to know. Opens any lock, physical or electronic, and in an emergency, will even open a bottle of wine. Right. That's it. I expect a full report on all of them as soon as this is over, detailing every way you made use of them, complete with problems and recommendations. And then I'll let you see some of the really fun stuff I've been working on.'
I slipped the cuff links into place, popped the skeleton key in my pocket, and then looked thoughtfully at the Armourer.
'Uncle Jack… There's something I never told you. When the Blue Fairy was killed last year, during the great spy game, I went to take the stolen torc off his body. But when I touched it with my armoured fingertip, the armour… absorbed the Blue Fairy's torc. Just sucked it right in. I kept quiet about it, because the implications worried me. There's still a lot we don't understand about this new armour Ethel's given us. But now I have to wonder… Could the Matriarch's killer have taken her torc in the same way? And if he did, would that make his armour twice as strong? You read my report on what happened when I encountered the old monster, Grendel Rex, the Unforgiven God, in Tunguska last year. He absorbed the torcs of others, to make himself a living god. Until the family took him down, and imprisoned him under the permafrost. Could something like that happen again?'
'You do enjoy giving me things to worry about, don't you?' said the Armourer. He scowled thoughtfully. 'We still don't know enough about the properties and limitations of the new armour. We treat it like the old armour because that's what we're used to, but it's potentially very different. It is strange matter, after all. Not of this earth… Ethel? Are you listening?'
Oh sure! Ethel said cheerfully. I'm always listening, except when I'm not. But there isn't much I can tell you about the armour I provide. It's as close to the old armour as I could make it, only more so. I'm constantly amazed at all the wonderful things you've learned to do with it. But I can't help you with its limitations; this world and its physical restrictions are still something of a mystery to me.
'Are we going to have to go through the privacy thing again, Ethel?' I said.
But you weren't alone! There were two of you!
'Sometimes two people need their privacy even more,' I said pointedly.
Oh pooh! You're talking about that sex thing, aren't you. Like I care…
'Let us talk about the armour,' the Armourer said doggedly. 'Eddie, did you feel any stronger, after you'd absorbed the Blue Fairy's torc?'
'Not that I noticed,' I said. 'But given how strong the armour is normally… I have just survived being inside a hotel when it collapsed, but so did Luther, and he only had the standard armour.'
'I can see I'll have to run a whole series of tests,' said the Armourer, brightening up a bit. 'The whole family depends on the armour. We need to know everything there is to know about it.'
Good luck with that, Ethel said cheerfully.
'Go away, Ethel,' I said firmly.
I've been talking to your poltergeist, said Ethel. Oh, the things I could tell…
I waited, but her vague sense of presence was gone. It's never easy talking to Ethel. She does her best to be human, but it's only ever an act. So much more than human, but hopefully less than a god. I couldn't help noticing she hadn't said anything about Molly's death. I hadn't raised the subject for fear she'd start wittering on again about how life and death are just different states of being. I really wasn't in the mood. I took the Merlin Glass out of the sunspace pocket it had disappeared into on arriving in the Armoury, and every alarm in the world went off at once. The Armoury was full of bells, sirens, flashing lights, the works. All the lab assistants galvanised into action and dived for cover. Uncle Jack ran madly around the Armoury, shutting down one system after another, swearing at the top of his voice. After a while, peace and quiet grudgingly returned. Lab assistants reappeared here and there, peering cautiously out of their hiding places with eyes like owls, brandishing various nasty-looking weapons. The Armourer looked them over, with cold calculation.
'Very good, boys and girls, excellent reflexes. Claudia, put that portable disintegrator back where you found it. Kenneth, has Matron seen those gills? And Gregory, where did that trapdoor come from? I've told you all before- you're not to add modifications to the Armoury without submitting plans in advance. All right, everyone, back to work. Make me proud. Come up with something really upsetting, and there'll be ice cream for everyone.'
He turned his back on them and looked at me.
'Sorry about that,' I said.
'Doesn't matter,' he said. 'The occasional emergency and threat to life helps keep them on their toes.'
'Why didn't the Glass set off the alarms when it brought us here?'
'Because I've programmed the Armoury to ignore that. Just hadn't got round to telling it to ignore the Glass' presence. It really is a very dangerous item.' He looked at the Merlin Glass thoughtfully. 'In fact, the more I discover about it, the more disturbed I become. The Librarian sent me a book he found in the Old Library the other day. It had a lot to say about the Merlin Glass, mostly operating instructions, all the practical stuff; but not a lot about why it was created in the first place. Officially, it was a gift to the Droods, from Merlin himself, for services rendered. Back then, that could cover a whole lot of ground. Hardly anything in the book about the Glass' history, who used to own it, and what happened to them. Though I did come across a rather interesting footnote, suggesting that there might be Someone or Something imprisoned inside the Glass. Apparently you can sometimes catch glimpses of it in the Glass' reflection. It? might be what powers the Glass.'
'As long as it doesn't turn out to be a small Victorian girl with long blond hair,' I said solemnly.
'Never liked those books,' said the Armourer. 'Creeped the hell out of me when I was a boy. Entirely unsuitable for children, I've always said.'
'How is William?' I said, carefully changing the subject. 'Has he settled into his position as head Librarian?'
'Not really,' said the Armourer. 'He's still crazy, and not in a good way. But if anyone in this family knows anything that matters about the Immortals, it will be William. He knows everything. When he can remember it.'
'He didn't know much about the Apocalypse Door,' I pointed out.
'You need to pop into the Old Library and have a good talk with him,' said the Armourer. 'I'll stay here, where it's safe and sane.'
'What if the Sarjeant-at-Arms turns up here looking for me, and starts putting the pressure on you?'
'Like to see him try,' said the Armourer. 'I think sometimes people forget I used to be a field agent. I'm just in the mood to get unpleasant and unreasonable with someone. I've got a set of depleted uranium knuckle-dusters around here somewhere.'
I never know when he's joking.
CHAPTER FIVE
Secret Discussions, With Unexpected References to Heaven and Hell I stepped through the Merlin Glass into the Old Library, and the Glass shrank down and disappeared back into its subspace pocket with even more haste than usual. As though it was actually disturbed by the place I'd brought it to. Which was fair enough. The Old Library contains far more than just shelves and shelves of old books. It is a place of secrets, a depository of
