hottest summers, for no other reason than to show that he could.
‘You occupy the Copper Master’s house, facing onto Smithy Square.’
‘The Copper Master’s house? An exalted position indeed. With views over the western terrace and the lake, I believe.’
‘You are certainly well informed, Honoured Commander.’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do had read up on his command before leaving the Silent City. However, a question remained.
‘But what of the Emperor’s Palace? Surely that is the traditional residence for the commander of Sangrel?’
Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah gave Wa-Ka-Mo-Do a sideways look.
‘That building has been given as embassy to the animals, as you are of course aware, Honoured Commander.’ The young robot seemed almost ashamed by his answer.
‘Of course,’ answered Wa-Ka-Mo-Do. It was unheard of, by any protocol, for the Emperor to give up any of his residences, for was not the Emperor supreme? What signal did this send to the robots of Sangrel, seeing that the animals had, quite visibly, been placed above the Emperor himself?
At that moment something appeared from the gates of the city that drove all other thoughts from Wa-Ka- Mo-Do’s mind. He found himself slowing to a halt, turning to watch.
Three of them, walking upright like robots, walking through the Emperor’s Gate. They strode beneath the stone icicles without so much as a second glance, as if they were peasants heading from the mine after their shift, not as if they were honoured guests to take this most glorious of paths.
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t help himself. They moved like robots. Almost like robots, but with less… formality? Was that the word? They strode through the sunlight as if they weren’t really part of their surroundings. Perhaps they weren’t, they were strangers to this world, after all. There was something so odd about them though, something almost ethereal. Was it simply because they weren’t made of metal? Look at them, clad in green-cloth panelling, hands and faces emerging from the strange material that they wore, their flesh an odd colour, and so different, even to each other. Two of them were pale pink, the other a brown colour. An unnatural hue, no metal was of that shade.
‘Honoured Commander?’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do was embarrassed by his rudeness.
‘Thank you, Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah,’ he said, lowering his face in shame. ‘I did not mean to stare. Only, I have never seen the animals.’
‘One never quite gets used to them, Honoured Commander. There is an emptiness about them. You can see them with your eyes, and hear them with your ears, but you cannot sense their metal. They seem so insubstantial…’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do turned to watch the animals as they walked down past the railway station.
‘Where are they going?’ he asked.
‘To the lake, probably. They float upon the water there, or lie upon its shores.’
‘Why?’
‘Recreation, I think.’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do passed through the Emperor’s Archway and followed Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah up the Emperor’s Road into the city. Sheer stone walls rose up to their left, studded with balconies and loupe holes from where defenders had once dropped magnetized iron snow and forced water at high pressure over invading troops. Channels were cut in the road down which heavy iron balls were rolled. Some of them were fused to explode, others simply rolled over the attackers, plating their bodies onto their huge mass, their size growing with each attack.
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do was still wondering at what he had seen.
‘They look so weak…’ he began.
‘No, Honoured Commander,’ interrupted Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah. ‘No, they are not weak. The animals are so strong. They speak softly, but they have terrible power.
‘You speak with them?’
‘Yes. They have machines that help them to do this.’
‘Machines?’
‘The humans build machines to do everything for them.’
‘Humans?’
‘This is the name they give themselves. Or at least, the word that the machines speak.’
They reached the end of the Emperor’s Road. The Silver Ice gates stood open at this end.
‘Why are the gates left open for me?’ asked Wa-Ka-Mo-Do.
‘Not for you, Honoured Commander,’ said Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah, and you could hear the shame in his voice. ‘The animals requested it. This road is the most convenient for the lake. The Emperor himself approved the request.’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do felt sorry for poor Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah. He was one of the nobility. The shame he felt would be like a physical pain to him. It would be woven into his mind to be so. What did Wa-Ka-Mo-Do himself feel, he wondered? A little shame, it was true, but something else too: the awakening urge to fight. After all, wasn’t this what he had been woven for? It was a dangerous thought. He wasn’t here to fight the animals.
They passed through the Silver Ice gates into the lower city. Tall buildings made of stone and brick, their small windows set high up. Shiny green and red tiles decorated their roofs.
‘The animals are powerful, Honoured Commander.’ Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah lowered his voice, ‘More powerful than we are. The Emperor maintains that he is pleased to trade with them, but I suspect the reverse is the truth. The humans have the advantage in all negotiations.’
Wa-Ka-Mo-Do looked carefully at Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah, wondering if this were some sort of test.
‘This is treasonous talk, Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah.’
‘I know that, Honoured Commander, and it shames me to speak in this fashion, but is it not more shameful to deny the truth?’
‘This is a wise thought.’
‘You will see, Honoured Commander, the humans roam far and wide across this land, much wider than they are permitted under the terms of the trade agreement. They move so quickly in their flying craft. They are taking up good land to grow their strange crops. The chemicals they use stunt the growth of our own farmers’ crops.’
‘What do our farmers say to this?’
‘I don’t know. La-Ver-Di-Arussah says that is not important.’
‘La-Ver-Di-Arussah?’
‘The acting commander. She is waiting upon your arrival. She says that the Emperor does not listen to the opinion of peasants. Rather, the peasants listen to the Emperor.’
‘This is indeed true, but sometimes a little conversation can prevent conflict…’
Now Wa-Ka-Mo-Do could feel the current humming through Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah. The young robot was obviously upset at what was going on here.
‘The farmers are merely part of the problem, Honoured Commander. The humans are turning robots out of the mines and filling them instead with their own machines.’
‘They are turning robots out of the mines? Surely the Emperor would not allow this?’
The hum of current through Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah’s body increased. His voice modulated up a couple of tones. ‘The Emperor insists that this is his will, that he seeks further trade advantage, but all the while more and more robots are being displaced from this land.’
‘Then where are they going?’
‘Everywhere and nowhere. This is your problem, Honoured Commander. There are displaced robots everywhere throughout Sangrel province, all the way to the borders of Ka province.’
Ka? Wa-Ka-Mo-Do felt a lurch as he thought of Jai-Lyn, travelling there on her own. ‘And there is growing anger at the humans’ actions,’ continued Ka-Lo-Re-Harballah. ‘They are asking why we of the Imperial Army are not protecting them.’
‘They never asked such questions in the past.’
‘They have never lost so much in the past.’
They walked through the third gate into the middle city. Now the houses were well built, of stone and freshly
