Empire in Black and Gold

Elias had begun trying to explain the mine to them but there were a dozen different people with claims on his time, and in the end Che and Salma were left like two baffled islands in the middle of all the bustle. Something had gone wrong here, she saw, spotting a pair of big drilling engines that were obviously out of commission, and one of them blackened and burned. A team of artificers was furiously stripping them both, arguing over what had been done and how best to fix it. There were soldiers here, too: Beetle-kinden guardsmen in Elias’s employ, wearing chain mail and breastplates, and with crossbows to hand. They kept watching the sky, Che noticed. They were clearly nervous.

‘What do you think is going on here?’ she asked Salma.

‘Do you think I can guess? This is a world I have no dealings with,’ he told her, a little more life returning to him. ‘I was about to ask you.’

‘I’d guess some competitor of Elias,’ she mused. ‘I get the impression they take their business very seriously in Helleron.’

‘Never a truer word spoken,’ said Salma, heartfelt.

There was a hauling engine just setting off for the city, she noticed, with crates of iron taking up most of the flatbed behind the stacks of its wood-burning furnace. But it carried three long, shrouded burdens as well, surely nothing other than the corpses of miners or guardsmen. She had heard Elias giving orders to the driver a moment before, issuing instructions to bring back some artillery. Whatever had happened here, nobody believed it was over.

At last Elias turned back to them, still with a half-dozen menials waiting anxiously to report. ‘This is a wretched business,’ he said, twisting the rings on his fingers. ‘I sometimes wonder why I ever got into it.’

‘What happened here?’ Che asked him. ‘Who attacked them?’

Elias sighed. ‘This was going on when I first took to the factories, but then we made the treaty and everything went quiet. Ideal time to get into the mining game, you’d have thought. So look at me now: two days behind on deliveries and I don’t even want to think about the repair costs. It’s not as though Helleron’s ever packed with tramp artificers kicking their heels for want of work, and now there’ll be a half-dozen other mine owners bidding against me.’

‘But who did it? Someone wants to force you out and take over?’

He gave a bitter laugh. ‘Force me out is right, but not the rest of it. If they even wanted the workings here, then at least I’d understand. There’d be a basis for negotiation. I’d even sell up, for a price. But these bastards — excuse my language, Cheerwell — these wretches, they just want us gone.’ He saw her confusion and said, ‘It’s the Moth-kinden from Tharn. Just because they like to mooch around up there in their caves chanting and mumbling to themselves, they take offence if anyone actually wants to make use of the place.’

‘Moth-kinden?’ Che couldn’t quite grasp it. ‘But I thought they were-’

‘A gaggle of hermits minding their own business?’ Elias suggested. ‘Think again, Cheerwell. We’ve always had problems with this lot because they’re as militant as they come. They just don’t want us anywhere near their precious sacred mountain, and every time we come to terms about our mining operations, give it just a few years and they’re back. Raids, thefts, murder, and sabotage! Don’t start me on the sabotage. Just because they don’t know what a cog does or how a lever works, it doesn’t mean they can’t find a way to break the most sophisticated equipment when they put their bloody minds to it.’

‘What are you going to do?’ she asked. ‘Are you going to send a messenger to parlay with them?’

‘They’d probably kill anyone I sent to them,’ Elias growled. ‘They only talk when they want to. They come down to us when they’ve had enough. No, if I had my way, I’d get together with the other mine owners and put an airfleet together, sort them out once and for all. For now, though, I’m going to get some repeating ballista, some flarecasters and a squad more crossbowmen, and we’ll see if they’re stupid enough to come back tonight.’

He stormed off, still with a trail of anxious clerks and foremen shadowing him.

Che turned to Salma. ‘You heard that?’

‘Every word,’ he said. ‘And I wondered, once these veins are exhausted, and if the Helleren started looking to the north of here, coming along with their rails and their engines — I wondered what my people’s reaction would be.’

‘You can’t be condoning this!’ she hissed.

He held a hand up, and took her aside to somewhere the miners and their watchmen could not overhear.

‘Until you have heard it from all sides, don’t be so quick to judge. My people could not endure to live with this on our borders, and if we refused them, how long before the Helleren found some excuse to come anyway.’

‘Salma, you’re talking about my people, my family.’ His words hurt her more than she would have thought, and she wondered if that was because she knew there was some truth in them.

‘Well,’ he said with a shrug, ‘it’s moot, as north of here isn’t Commonweal any more anyway.’ His smile cut her with its bitterness. ‘It’s Empire all the way.’

Thirteen

Scuto shambled back into his workshop. It had been the best part of an hour since he stepped outside for a whispered conversation with a young Fly-kinden, clearly one of his agents. Totho had spent the time disassembling one of his air-batteries and planning a few improvements to it. He could never just sit idle. His artificer’s hands needed work, to stop his mind from worrying. He jumped up as the Thorn Bug returned.

‘Well,’ Scuto said. ‘Whatever else happened to your friends, the Wasps didn’t get ’em. Looks like all three made a run for it. Shame they didn’t follow you.’

‘Any idea where they ran to?’ Totho asked.

‘In Helleron it’s like leaving tracks in water,’ Scuto said. ‘Still, I have my eyes and my ears, and looks like your girl, the Spider one, went places even I’d not go without an escort. She must have cut through two fiefs at least. People that way don’t like answering questions, but I’ll see what I can do.’ He shook his head. ‘You people, you’re such a mix of craft and cack-handedness. I can’t make you out.’ He settled himself across the workbench from Totho, who heard the scrape of his spines against the wood. ‘You give the Wasps the slip, which is good form, but then you got no fallback arranged, so the four of you just go gadding off through the city. What were you thinking?’

‘We weren’t expecting there would be trouble,’ Totho said. He tried to state it as a reasonable point, but it sounded weak even to his own ears.

‘You must always plan a fallback,’ Scuto told him. ‘Last year Sten sent me and some lads to Sarn. Safe enough, you’d think, what with the Ants there behaving ’emselves these days, but we fell real foul. If we’d not had some rendezvous arranged in advance I’d still be there looking for ’em all. Mind you, that was just pure bad luck and accident, ’cos we ran bang into some Arcanum business that had nothing to do with us.’

‘What’s an Arcanum?’

‘If you don’t know, you don’t need to know,’ Scuto told him, and promptly added, ‘Moth-kinden stuff, anyway. Loose cogs, the lot of ’em.’ He put a thorny finger into the workings of the air-battery.

‘Master Scuto, shouldn’t we be. . doing something?’

Scuto raised a thorny eyebrow. ‘Like what, boy? Want to go onto the streets and hand out fliers? Stand on a roof and shout their names?’

‘But-’

‘Sten really did send you out not knowing the half of it,’ the Thorn Bug continued sadly. ‘Boy, a good agent’s got to learn how to wait. My people are asking questions. All we’d do ourselves is get in the way, and maybe get you caught by the Wasps. Founder’s mark, boy, do none of you know anything about the trade? Who are you clowns anyway, really?’

‘Just College students.’ Totho shrugged. ‘Master Maker, I don’t think he meant it to come to this. Not this soon.’

‘That man uses the Great College like his own personal militia,’ grumbled Scuto. ‘You all artificers?’