They slept afterwards, until the cold woke them. A breeze moved the treetops as they dressed, giving each other sideways glances, still wondering about what had happened. Every so often Ullii would look up at him from beneath her colourless lashes, smile to herself, then glance away. Her eyes were watering but she did not put on her mask, and that was odd.
Nish was gnawing at a stale slab of flatbread, baked in the ashes days ago, when he remembered that strange vessel drifting across the sky. Standing up on the side of the basket, he peered through the treetops but of course could see nothing. Nish climbed to the level of the brazier, staring into the east. The sun reflected off the side of the mountain. There was no sign of the air-floater.
He yawned, stretched, and looked the other way, across the flatlands of Mirrilladell, dotted with a hundred thousand lakes now thawing in the spring. As he did, he caught a movement from the corner of his eye. The air-floater was coming directly for them and its intentions did not look peaceful.
TWELVE
‘What are we going to do?’ Tiaan yelled as more lyrinx flapped down into the entrance. She could see at least thirty already.
‘I’ll seal this level off,’ said Malien. ‘Run up and hide.’
‘They’ll slaughter you.’
‘This isn’t your battle. Anyway, Tirthrax has defences and so do I.’
‘I’m not going to leave you to fight alone.’
‘All right. Stay in the construct. I’ll set the sentinels.’ Malien hurried away.
Tiaan took hold of the controller knob but had to let it go for her arm was shaking. The construct was too precious to risk. She had no idea how to defend herself anyway, apart from driving straight at them, which could do no more than knock one or two down. She could not rely on its strangeness. The enemy were used to clankers. And to destroying them.
Two big females were flying towards her, accompanied by a smaller but more heavily muscled male. Above them soared a slight, unpigmented lyrinx – Liett again. The other lyrinx fanned out across the floor. There were too many of them. She couldn’t do it. But you fought the nylatl, Tiaan told herself. You’re not completely helpless. It was not convincing.
She concentrated on her breathing – deep, slow breaths. Her heart stopped thumping; her arm steadied. She hovered the construct. Tiaan dared not try to fly it. She moved the controller, ever so gently, and the construct went around a quarter-turn. She did it again, until she was facing the enemy. She felt a mad urge to race straight at them, out through the entrance and away.
Where was Malien? Tiaan felt desperately alone. She directed the construct toward the stairway with many a lurch and hop, for yesterday’s control had deserted her. The opening to the higher levels was closed. Malien appeared, wrestling with a black sentinel.
Tiaan drifted the construct that way. Malien looked up, flashed Tiaan a tight smile and said, ‘It wasn’t working properly. I had to renew it.’
‘Is it all right now?’
‘I believe it will do.’ She climbed in.
‘What are they doing?’ said Tiaan. The fliers were circling halfway down the hall, directly above a wedge of lyrinx on the floor. ‘Do you think they’re afraid of us?’
‘No, but they are wary. There’s a great civilisation here that they knew nothing about. For all they know, Tirthrax might have another thousand constructs ready for battle.’
‘And we could be luring them into a trap.’
Malien laughed. ‘If only. And of course, they must know of the great construct fleet by now. They may even have encountered it.’
‘How long can your sentinels keep them out of the upper levels?’
‘Days, at best. They’re watchers, not weapons, and not designed to defend an empty city.’
‘Then if Tirthrax is not to fall –’
‘Why would they want it?’ said Malien.
‘Because you have it. And because a mighty node lies here, which might be of benefit to them in their flesh-forming.’
Malien pursed her lips. ‘There are nodes aplenty in Santhenar, but if they want this one I will give them a show they will long remember. Though I fear …’
‘What?’
‘They’ll most remember that we are alone.’ She climbed up over the back.
‘What are you doing?’
Malien lifted the rear hatch and settled herself into the turret. One just like it had fired Haani’s fatal missile. Whirring gently, a spear-throwing device resembling a large crossbow rose from a concealed cavity. Malien swivelled the weapon back and forth, slid in a rod with a stone fist on the end, and wound the crank until the wires creaked.
‘I imagine I can do some damage with this. Go towards them, slowly. Try not to show any fear.’
One or two javelard missiles would make no difference. Tiaan prayed Malien had a stronger defence. With much concentration, she managed to keep the machine straight and steady, though it must have been clear that it was driven by an amateur. Did it have any other weapons? She should have explored that question long ago.
Tiaan moved to within fifty paces of the point of the wedge, then stopped. The fliers were all down now, except Liett. It required a considerable exertion of the Secret Art to stay in the air and they would not want to waste their strength. Liett, one of the best fliers of all, was just for show.
‘Why do you trespass in the city of the Aachim?’ came a cold voice from behind Tiaan. ‘I am Malien, Matah of Tirthrax. State your business, lyrinx!’
The largest female stepped forward. ‘I am Wise Mother Cordione,’ she boomed. ‘Until now, we have had no quarrel with the Aachim. You have kept to your cities and taken no part in the war.’
‘That is so,’ said Malien, ‘but you have not answered my question.’
‘Our business is eleven thousand machines of war like this one! Built in secret and now pushing across the world on half a dozen fronts. To what purpose, Matah?’
Malien did not answer straight away. ‘You know them better than I do, Tiaan,’ she whispered. ‘Is it better to say we built the machines here, or that we brought them from another world?’
‘I don’t know,’ Tiaan whispered back. ‘Either way confirms the value of this place.’
‘They know that already.’ Malien raised her voice. ‘These constructs were not built here, Wise Mother, though they could have been. They came across the void from Aachan, through a gate. Their passengers are refugees from a dying world.’
‘Then they do their own business and you cannot negotiate for them.’
‘They are still my people,’ said Malien. ‘My own Clan Elienor is numbered among them.’
‘Come they in war or in peace?’
‘They came, like your own kind, for survival. Should they be accommodated by Santhenar, they will have no need to fight.’
‘War, then,’ said the Wise Mother. ‘I thought as much.’
Tiaan held her breath. The lyrinx now showed violent red and black skin colours. Were they going to attack?
‘We are an honourable species,’ said Malien. ‘There will be no war without a declaration.’
The skin colours flashed brighter than before. Even Malien seemed alarmed. The moment stretched out, then the colours faded.
‘It best not be long in coming, for the march of your constructs is an act of aggression. Be sure we are ready to match it.’
The Wise Mother, yellow waves shimmering over her green crest, bowed low. Malien did the same. Cordione spread her glorious wings and climbed into the air. The others followed.
Malien’s javelard followed them to the entrance. Only then did she release the tension.
‘That was close. They’re not fooled, Tiaan. Nothing has changed here in weeks. If Tirthrax had any strength at all, we would have cleared away the rubble and sealed off the opening.’
‘What will they do?’ What am I to do, Tiaan thought desperately. I can’t destroy the amplimet, and I can’t leave with hungry lyrinx outside.