“Let me see,” she said.
Luc did as he was told.
“Nice balance,” said Lady Neku, cutting air. “Very nice indeed…” Luc was still busy admiring Lady Neku’s sword play, when she spun away from him and slashed the blade hard towards her brother.
As Petro brought up his own blade to block her blow, Lady Neku twisted sideways, reversed her katana in one fluid move, and struck fast and hard, its blade actually cutting her skirt as its point lanced out behind her.
“Fuck,” said Petro, only just stepping back in time. He looked shocked.
“You’ve been practising,” Nico said, his voice amused.
Lady Neku nodded.
“Okay,” said Nico, “my go.”
So Lady Neku tossed him the sword. The spin she put on the handle made the blade difficult to catch, but Nico caught it all the same. He grinned at his sister, nodded once to Luc, and swept hair out of his own eyes.
“Why doesn’t he just get it cut?” whispered Luc.
“Because then he wouldn’t be able to flick it back.” Lady Neku sighed. Surely Luc could see how the floppiness of Nico’s hair was reflected in the ruffles of his shirt and the wide hem to his trousers?
“Ready?” asked Nico.
Mouth sullen, Petro nodded. What had begun as fun at Luc’s expense had turned into fun at his own. “Of course I’m ready,” he said. Stepping forward, Petro swung his blade a couple of times and then stepped back. As Nico moved forward to begin his own warm up, Petro aimed a heavy-handed side slash that would have severed Nico’s leg had it met flesh.
Nico blocked the cut with a smile.
Except, by then, Petro had launched the moves he really wanted to make. A quick reverse, a feint to the head, and then the blow itself. Straight at Nico’s throat.
“Idiot,” said Lady Neku.
Springing aside, Nico let the katana pass, before sinking his own point deep into Petro’s chest. As his elder brother opened his mouth, in something half way between pain and astonishment, Nico yanked his blade sideways, severing his brother’s heart. Blood went everywhere.
“Nico!”
It was too late. By the time Lady Neku reached Petro’s side his eyes were unfocussed and his pulse had stopped. “Mother’s going to be furious.”
“He started it,” said Nico, suddenly sounding like the boy he was.
“Like that will make a difference.”
“Well, he did.” Wiping his blade, Nico returned it to the scabbard.
Lady Neku sighed. “You know what Mother’s like about hurting Petro’s feelings.”
“Feelings?” said Luc.
Nico nodded. “Petro is the oldest,” he said. “So we’re not meant to make fun of him. It makes my mother upset.” Nico paused. “That’s bad,” he added, as if this might be news to Luc. “The problem is Petro’s just rubbish at everything…”
“I suppose,” said Antonio, glancing at the blood, “we’d better get this cleared up before anyone sees it.”
But Lady Neku was one step ahead of them both. Dropping to a crouch, she stroked the tiles next to Petro’s body until they began to sag and opened into a body-sized hole. “I’ll let you two finish off.”
“Okay.” Nico nodded. “Come on,” he told Antonio. “Let’s get it over with.” Walking across to where Petro lay, Nico and Antonio began to roll him into the hole.
“You’ll get him back in two days,” said Lady Neku.
“What…”
“That’s good,” she said. “I had to negotiate to get it done that fast. The kami are working full out on tomorrow night.”
For once her brothers didn’t mock her. “Oh fuck,” said Antonio. “Mother’s party.”
She watched Nico and Antonio glance at each other.
“He’ll miss the wedding banquet,” said Nico.
“I know,” said Lady Neku.
“Mother’s going to be furious.”
Lady Neku nodded. “You should have thought about that before you killed him…”
CHAPTER 41 — Friday, 29 June
Time was spherical, layered within itself, each layer actually a sphere when expanded into three dimensions, although it looked like two when seen from any perspective beyond four, most layers being climbed using a basic Einstein-Rosen bridge.
“Got it so far?” asked Neku.
Kit shook his head. The girl sat against the head board of Mary’s bed, still wrapped in his yukata. Her shoulder was pressed into his arm and her eyes were shut. Neku smelled of soap, shampoo, and Marmite; the last being what Kit had put on the toast he made her.
He’d made toast because Neku began crying and he wanted to give her privacy. Which either constituted cowardice or compassion. Kit could waste time later trying to work out which.
“Okay,” said Kit. “But what’s all this got to do with being upset?”
“Everything,” said Neku.
Settling herself, she brushed crumbs from her chin and started to sketch a jerky spiral in the air with one finger. “This is time,” she said. “Enormously simplified and seen from a different perspective. Think of it as steps circling a central well. Unfortunately the stairs only go in one direction.”
“Why?” asked Kit.
Neku sighed. “Because they do,” she said. “My brother said time is an infinite number of doors forever locking behind you.” Which showed what he knew.
“And what’s at the top?”
“For me,” said Neku, “Nawa-no-ukiyo. The floating rope world. Everything else has gone.” She nodded towards Kit’s window. “All of those stars,” she said. “They’ve shifted, the moon’s been segmented, and the gas giants drained for fuel. It was the Great White,” she added. “Everything that could be used was, to help humanity reach the other side.”
Neku spoke with such conviction that Kit found himself nodding. What she said was impossible. Worse than that, it was largely incomprehensible. But Neku believed it and that made it real for her. Kit had lived for long enough inside his own dreams to recognise someone else’s…
No one should have to carry the ends of time or that quantity of dark dead space inside them. Without thinking, he hugged the child close and felt her hesitate, then snuggle closer to his shoulder.
“Finish your toast,” said Kit.
She chewed in silence.
“Thing is,” said Neku, when her mouth was empty. “You only see this many stars because we’re in your light cone. Even then, about a fifth of those are already dead. Nico says stars shift with time, until distance begins to look like absence.”
Kit nodded.
“And I’m not really sure why earth was chosen.”
“For what?”
“To house all the fugees. Because it was empty, I guess. A planet without a people for a people without a planet.” Neku sighed. “It probably seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Together Kit and Neku watched the sky beyond his window get lighter and the stars, already faded by the city’s sodium glare, fade further, until they vanished into the perfect upturned bowl of an early summer morning.
Kit thought Neku was dozing until she suddenly spoke again. “Okay,” she said. “What are we doing today?”
“I’m seeing Patrick Robbe-Duras,” said Kit. “To show him Mary’s key. Pat says he doesn’t remember Mary owning a trunk but I can take a look anyway.”
“Can Charlie come too?”
Kit was about to say, But I’m going alone…and then decided to save himself the argument.