Part V
The cold afternoon sun offered little warmth, but Kali did not care. They had reached the top of the ridge first. Three sleds trundled up the switchbacks below, dogs huffing and straining. For her steam engine, the incline had been no trouble.
She patted the side of the boiler. “Good girl.”
“Does it perform better if you speak to it?” Cedar lowered a spyglass, a spyglass that had been turned not toward the mushers behind them but toward the sky ahead.
“You’re not teasing me, are you?” Kali arched an eyebrow. “Because I found you cuddled up with your rifle this morning.”
“Yes, but I wasn’t speaking to it.”
“Just snuggling?”
“Precisely so.”
“Uh huh.” Kali eased a lever forward, and the sled chugged into motion.
They followed a broken-in trail leading down a slope toward a long, narrow lake. The path weaved through evergreens and around hills, terrain that could hide an army. Cedar checked the spyglass often, though they had not glimpsed the airship, or anyone except other mushers, since the night before.
“See anything?” Kali asked for the third or fourth time.
Considering how often Cedar had the spyglass to his eye, she wondered how he kept from tripping over a low branch or stumbling into a snow drift. More than the average share of dexterity, she supposed. He would be a good man to have around, especially if her life continued along this new path, which included far too many people attacking her for her tastes. But what reason did he have to stick around? Hell, she still did not know why he was in the race with her.
“Nothing yet.” Cedar lowered the spyglass.
“It’d be convenient if anyone else who wants to harass me would wait until after the race.” The smokestack brushed the bottom of a branch, knocking snow onto Kali. She brushed it off and glowered at her surroundings. Even nature was conspiring against her.
“It would be smarter for your foes to kidnap you out here rather than in town, where you’ve a measure of protection from the security you’ve built into your workshop.”
Kali considered him out of the corner of her eye. “Should I be alarmed that you’ve been thinking that over?”
Cedar’s gaze had turned skyward. “Just be ready for more trouble.”
They neared the shoreline of the long lake. Snow and ice, glinting like a thousand candles beneath the sun, coated every inch of the surface. Kali stopped the sled, so she could pull tinted goggles out of her gear.
“We’re not going across the ice, are we?” Cedar asked.
The lake stretched a couple miles to the north and south, but the trail led straight across, where less than a mile separated the shorelines.
“Fastest route,” Kali said. “It’ll be thick enough to support us.” She hoped.
The river had been no problem, but the ice might not be as dense in the center of the lake. Numerous scrapes in the snow from sled runners proved many dog teams had traveled this way, but her steam sled had more mass.
“That’s not my concern.” Cedar stretched a hand toward the bare, open expanse. “There’s no cover. If we are attacked, we’ll be vulnerable.”
Kali checked behind them. The first dog sled team had reached the top of the ridge. “This is the race- approved route. If we go around, we’ll be breaking our own trail and dodging trees and shrubs all the way. It’ll add at least an hour, probably more.”
“The race money will do you no good if you’re captured. Or killed.”
“An odd attitude from someone whose payday hinges on our victory.”
Cedar sighed. “Fine. Go.”
They proceeded onto the ice. Kali almost wished he had not brought the threat up, for she spent the first couple of minutes with her nose to the sky, trying to watch the cloudless expanse in every direction. A jolt and an angry grind brought her attention back to the trail. She had run over the end of a log hidden in the snow and ice.
She decided to leave the sky-watching to Cedar. If she tipped the sled on the slick surface, righting it would prove a tremendous chore, and the fire in the furnace would probably go out.
Ice cracked and groaned as they neared the center of the lake. Nothing out of the ordinary, Kali told herself. It would be a month or more before anything thawed around these parts. In her mind, she knew that, but she could not keep from feeling nervous. They were now an equal distance from both shorelines, so there was no quick route to escape if something happened.
Kali nudged the lever forward a little more, increasing speed. Black smoke billowed from the stack.
“There they are,” Cedar said.
He spoke so calmly, she thought he meant something innocuous, but, when he pointed with his rifle, she spotted the “they” of which he spoke. Her stomach sank.
The airship glided over the trees at the southern end of the long lake, and its oblong shadow spilled onto the ice. By daylight, the massive balloon holding it aloft was just as dark as it had been by night. Only a great white cougar skull painted on one side interrupted the blackness of the material. The wooden hull, too, bore black paint, giving the ship a nefarious bent.
Despite the threat the craft represented, Kali found herself longing for the chance to inspect it from the inside. She had read about airships, and pored over schematics, but she had never been on one. Oh, to see its engines….
She shook her head and told herself to concentrate.
There was no question about the ship’s course: it veered toward them, a route that would allow it to cut them off.
Kali made a guess as to its speed and hers. “It’ll intercept us two hundred meters before we reach the trees.”
“While I appreciate the math that must have gone into that estimate,” Cedar said, “it’ll be in firing range well before then.”
“Oh. Right.”
She nudged the lever again, pushing the sled to full speed. It would not be fast enough.
As the airship closed, the crew scurrying about on the deck-readying the weapons for battle-came into view. Cannons and harpoon launchers glinted, reflecting the sun’s rays.
A cannon boomed. The black, round projectile lofted from the bow of the ship and smashed into the frozen lake a dozen yards away. It crashed through, hurling water and ice into the air. Shards pelted the sled, and Kali lifted a hand to protect her face.
“Range-finding shot,” Cedar said, voice calm, as he continued to jog alongside the sled.
“The commentary is great, but a plan would be better,” Kali said. “Do you want to come up with something brilliant or should I?”
“We can’t do anything to harm it from down here. We can just hope to dodge fire long enough to reach shore and maybe find protection from the aerial assault. Though those branches don’t offer much cover this time of year. And there are dozens of people up there, so they could just come down and hunt us on foot.”
“I see,” she said. “Your vote is for
The firing of another cannon drowned out his snort, but she read his expression easily enough. She tweaked her controls to vent more smoke from the stack, hoping it would obscure the sled’s exact position from above.
“Maybe we can tear up the balloon somehow,” Kali said. “That would steal their gas and force them to land.”
“With what? We could fire a thousand bullets into a balloon that size before it made a difference.”
Kali grumbled, knowing he was right. “Letting out the air would be too slow. You’re right. Well, not air. Gas. Hydrogen. That’s what they usually use to achieve lift, right? Because it’s lighter than air?”
