Clues everywhere and we don’t notice them, thought Susan, as she gazed at Nettie, still talking away at the front. Nettie raised an arm and swept it around, pointing out something written in the metal of the wall behind her.
And then Susan saw it: the mark. It had been there all along, and she had never noticed it. Big circle, little circle – it was built into Nettie. Susan had built it into herself all this time without realizing that was what she was doing. She had built herself that way because it seemed right, because her mother had twisted it into her mind, just as she had twisted the knowledge that she should have two arms and two legs.
It was so obvious now. How long were her arms? How big was her head? What was the ratio between the length of her foot and her leg? Between her hips and her torso?
Always the same. The same as the ratio between the two circles that Nettie had drawn. That Maoco O had drawn. That Banjo Macrodocious had drawn.
She was excited now, though she tried to hide it. That other robot was still smirking at her. They all were, she realized. All those women smirking at her, showing their contempt.
She ignored them.
She had seen the mark. Now she needed to see the memory. What was it exactly that her mother had woven into her?
And then she had it. It had been there all along. It had been there all of her life.
It was the story of Liza, the robot who had made Karel. It was the story of her husband.
It was the memory of his first days on Penrose.
Liza
It was morning, and the flare of the previous night’s battle had long since burned out. Somewhere across the Zernike plain, Bethe had fallen. The rising sun cast long shadows and, walking through those shadows, Liza entered Turing City, her newly made child in her arms.
‘What’s the matter, Liza?’ asked Llywber, his body still slick with the oil from the great pistons that he was helping to build down near the forges.
Liza was silent but for the low buzzing sound that emerged from her voicebox, the unstoppable feedback of grief.
Echecs had seen her distress, and she came running across the white marble flagstones to comfort her friend.
‘What’s the matter, Liza? Where’s Kurtz?’ Echecs looked down at the little metal bundle in her arms. ‘Is that your child? Oh, isn’t he adorable?’
She didn’t sound as if she meant it. She was too busy checking the child for signs of damage, wondering if Liza had made a mistake and twisted the mind improperly.
‘Can I take him?’ she asked. ‘Can I hold him?’
Still Liza marched on, through the wide spaces where the galleries were being extended. Sheets of multicoloured glass were stacked in piles across the ground.
‘Where’s Kurtz?’ Echecs muttered to Llywber. ‘Go and find Kurtz!’
The oil-covered robot nodded and made to go, but at that moment Liza spoke.
‘Kurtz is dead,’ she said.
‘Dead?’
‘Killed. Shot by an Artemisian soldier.’
‘Shot? What’s an Artemisian doing out here? I thought they were all over in Stark!’
‘Hush, Llywber, she doesn’t need that now. Go and tell Kobuk what has happened. I’ll look after Liza.’
Llywber did as he was told. He dashed off, leaving a trail of oil droplets on the white marble.
‘Come Liza, I’ll take you home. You’re safe now. To think of it! Those Artemisian Choarh, shooting a man who has just become a father. ..’
At that the buzz from Liza’s voicebox rose louder.
‘No, Echecs, Kurtz had not become the father. Not properly. He died before… before we had finished…’
And at that the buzzing feedback of grief became too much…
Susan
Was that it? wondered Susan. Surely that had nothing to do with the Book of Robots?
It was her mother’s memory, for Echecs was Susan’s mother. She had been there when Liza had returned to the city, and she had woven the memory into Susan’s mind. But why? Why was that so important? What did Karel have to do with the Book of Robots?
And then something else occurred to Susan. Had Echecs also woven it into her mind that she should marry Karel? Susan was a little younger than her husband, so Echecs would have witnessed Liza’s return to Turing City before twisting Susan’s mind.
But why? Arranged marriages were not as common in Turing City as some other places, but they were by no means unknown. And Susan had always loved Karel, right from childhood. There had never been another for her. Had that been her mother’s design?
Nettie continued speaking, and Susan continued wondering.
Olam
Olam and Doe Capaldi stood waiting at the foot of the hills, along with the rest of the squadron.
‘It looks like a huge crater,’ said Parmissa. ‘Like someone dropped a huge stone in the mud and the sides all squished up.’
‘Who told you that?’ asked Olam.
‘A Scout,’ she replied. ‘She’d been up there scouting. Seen over the edge into the North Kingdom itself. She told me what it was like. Once we get over these mountains, it’s all rock and mud.’
‘Oh,’ said Olam.
‘She says it could be true,’ continued Parmissa.
‘What could be true?’
‘You know. The Book of Robots.’
‘Keep it quiet,’ called Doe Capaldi. ‘We need to be ready to move.’
The gale had dipped for the moment, but not before it had piled up long drifts of snow in front of the scattered rocks and ledges that surrounded them. More snowflakes drifted down from the silent clouds above, to settle on their grey metal bodies.
‘Aw, they’re pretty!’
Olam didn’t like Parmissa. She played cute. He knew that Doe Capaldi didn’t like her either. She gossiped and spread rumours.
Olam gazed up at the slope before him and suddenly felt as if his lifeforce was draining away. He only had six months to live: that was what Doe Capaldi had told him. What was he doing wasting the rest of it here, at the end the world? More than once, on the long march north, he had thought of making a run for it, slipping away into the night and heading south to find his way to one of the little kingdoms. Maybe there would be one or two still unconquered, hidden away on some forgotten peak.
‘Have you heard about the curses?’ said Parmissa suddenly.
‘What curses?’ asked Olam.
‘There are no curses,’ snapped Doe Capaldi.
‘They were laid upon Kavan when he killed the Wizard’s herald. First our machinery will be cursed, then our bodies, and then finally our minds!’
‘Now listen,’ said Doe Capaldi, raising his voice so that all the section could hear, ‘this is a kingdom like any other we have conquered. If anything, it is weaker because it has so little metal. The only thing that makes this kingdom strong is superstition. It is woven into the minds of the robots that live up here. Would you allow yourself to fall prey to children’s stories?’
Doe Capaldi looked up and down his troops, frost patterning their metal skins in cold loops.
‘I thought not! Now, the attack won’t be long. Wait for the signal.’
‘There are Scouts busy trying to find a way through the maze,’ explained Parmissa. ‘That’s what I was told.’
Doe Capaldi laughed contemptuously. ‘Since when did Artemis try to find its way through mazes?’
At that moment there was a giant, rumbling, earth-shattering roar, and Olam recognized the sound of an atomic bomb detonating.
Doe Capaldi laughed again. ‘That’s how Artemis traverses a maze!’ he shouted.
Spoole
The map of Shull was almost complete.