‘It’s the same here in Bhealfa. There are whole armies of information gatherers compiling files on dissidents. Almost certainly they have files for everybody in this room. With the possible exception of young Kutch here. Sorry to disappoint you, lad.’ There was a little laughter at that, mostly from Disgleirio. ‘But if we could get to those records -’
‘You’re obviously saying you’ve found a way,’ Caldason reckoned.
‘I think we have. The bulk of the money you and your band seized yesterday was used as a bribe. I’m about to show you what for.’ He nodded to Phoenix.
The sorcerer produced a small cube and rapped it against the table. A glamour materialised, covering almost the entire table top. It was a meticulously detailed scale model of a section of a city. Even the houses in a dilapidated state were portrayed as such. There were minute cracks in the paving stones and the towers had flags.
‘You might recognise this as part of central Valdarr,’ Karr explained. ‘It contains a perfect example of how the orderly minds of our rulers work in our favour. They have all the records that interest us in one location. Here.’ He pointed at a building.
It was an ornate structure, boasting several spires.
Kutch said, ‘That’s a temple, isn’t it?’
‘Apparently. Actually, it’s heavily glamoured to look that way. Its real appearance is somewhat different. If you’d be so kind, Phoenix.’
The sorcerer lightly smacked the cube. What had been a temple melted into a much plainer, more functional looking building. Even on this scale it was possible to see that its doors were hearty and its windows barred.
‘What about worshippers?’ Kutch asked. ‘Don’t they get suspicious?’
‘It poses as a private place of worship, only for the influential. Ordinary people aren’t encouraged to go there.’
‘How are
we
supposed to get in?’ Serrah wanted to know.
‘This way.’ He signalled Phoenix again, who manipulated the cube once more.
The building expanded to the size of a rich child’s doll’s house, filling the table. All the other buildings and streets were pushed away, and vanished.
Then the building disappeared too, leaving a three-dimensional representation of its foundations. It was riddled with tunnels.
‘What you’re seeing is the sewage system, and the channels that bring in fresh water from artesian wells, here and here. All the modern conveniences.’
‘It’s a maze down there,’ Serrah said. There was a hint of disquiet in her voice.
‘Yes, but we’ve plotted a course through. That was Quinn’s responsibility, so I’ll let him explain.’
Disgleirio took over, using a dagger to point things out. ‘This large channel here is the key. As you can see, a lot of lesser conduits branch out from it. The trick is to find the one that feeds directly into the building. That’s here.’ He jabbed the blade at an underground junction.
‘How big are these tunnels?’ Serrah asked.
‘They vary. Some are surprisingly large, others tight. All of them seem to be of a size that people can move through, though it’d be a bit of a squeeze in some.’
‘We’d be using what?’ Caldason said. ‘Water or sewage tunnels?’
‘Sewage.’
‘Sounds pleasant,’ Serrah mumbled.
‘Fortunately they tend to be the larger tunnels,’ Disgleirio explained, ‘and most have narrow walkways along their edges. See?’ He pointed to one.
Caldason studied the model. ‘How do we get into the system in the first place?’
‘This big outlet tunnel passes underneath several adjoining buildings. One of them happens to be a place we have access to. The outlet runs directly under its cellar. That’s been verified; we’ve already broken through to the tunnel.’
‘Serrah’s right about it being a labyrinth. It’d be easy getting lost down there.’
‘You’ll have a map. And of course there’s no light so you’ll need glamour illumination.’
‘What part of the building do we come up in?’
Disgleirio nodded to Phoenix. The building reappeared, transparent this time. Disgleirio indicated an area on the ground floor, near the back wall. ‘Just about here. We reckon that should be the easiest place to get through the flooring.’
‘Why is so much of the inside of the building blank?’ Serrah said. ‘What’s on the rest of the ground floor, and the upper floors?’
‘We don’t have a plan for any more than you’re seeing now,’ Karr answered. ‘Our informant couldn’t supply that, no matter how greedy he might be. What we’re told is that the ground floor doesn’t contain much of interest except a guard room. The upper storeys are where the records are kept.’
‘You can’t be entirely sure?’ Caldason prompted.
‘Not completely, no. But you can be certain there are glamour alarums and traps in there. Quite apart from any human opposition you might meet.’
Serrah exclaimed, ‘
Might?
The place is going to be crawling with people, isn’t it?’
‘Normally it would be. But remember what’s coming up in a couple of days.’
Disgleirio supplied the answer. ‘So-called Freedom Day.’
‘Precisely. The day when demonstrating our loyalty and great love for the occupiers is compulsory. None of the clerks are going to be working in this repository, and there’ll only be a skeleton crew of guards, if that. Not to mention that the streets will be full of the usual dragooned parades and marches. That should provide a nice diversion and tie up most of the security forces.’
‘You’re sure about all this?’ Serrah queried.
‘Our intelligence unit’s been working on it for nearly two years. It’ll be a heavy blow to the authorities if we can pull it off, so naturally we’ve tried to plan for every eventuality. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t very hazardous. That’s why we’re asking you to go, not telling you. Everybody has to be a volunteer.’
‘There’s the question of getting your band back up to strength,’ Disgleirio added. ‘We can do that with Righteous Blade members. It means you’ll be going in with new men you haven’t had time to gel with. There’s no way round that. All we can do is give you our best.’
‘Before you make up your minds,’ Karr returned, ‘there’s another consideration. I said this place is going to be well protected magically. That means you need to have a sorcerer with the band, and for preference a spotter. They’re in short supply, as you know. So what I’m proposing is that Kutch fills that role. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t ask this. But these aren’t common times.’
Kutch looked thunderstruck.
‘Wait a minute, Karr,’ Caldason rumbled. ‘He’s just a boy, and this is a dangerous situation we’d be getting into. His inexperience could put all of us at risk.’ He turned to Kutch. ‘Sorry, but that’s how I see it.’
‘I think Kutch should make the decision himself, don’t you? Go ahead, Kutch. What do you think?’
The boy had coloured from being the centre of attention, and at first stumbled over his words. ‘I want to do whatever I can to help. I know I haven’t got much experience, but I learn fast. Don’t worry about me, Reeth, I wouldn’t let you down.’
Caldason asked Phoenix, ‘Is he fully trained as a spotter yet?’
‘Nowhere near.’ The magician held up a hand to still the protest. ‘But he’s made good progress and he can do the job. Besides, as the patrician said, we’ve little option. Spotting is incredibly rare, and having a spotter with you could make the difference between success or failure for this mission.’
Reeth pondered that. ‘Are you sure, Kutch? Do you know what you’d be getting yourself into?’
‘I have a much better idea of what violence is all about since knowing you, Reeth.’
‘Er, I’ll take that as a compliment. All right. Kutch is included only on condition that once he’s done his job he’s out of there. I don’t want him exposed to any more danger than necessary.’