The Devil's Armour (Gollancz S.F.) (83 page)

She loves you, Baron Glass
.

Thorin nodded. Jazana looked at him curiously.

‘He is here with us,’ he told her.

‘Who is?’

‘Kahldris. The maker of the armour. The one.’

‘Thorin, you’re scaring me . . .’

‘Don’t be afraid,’ said Thorin with a grin. ‘Nothing can harm you now, Jazana. We are invincible.’

‘What do you mean?’ asked Jazana. She sat up and looked about the room but of course saw nothing. ‘Are you staying with me, Thorin? Tell me this is not all some cruel lie. Tell me you are mine again.’

‘With you, with Kahldris, yes,’ said Thorin.

The Akari, in his own ethereal Devil’s Armour, hovered over the bed.
Liiria, Baron Glass. That, too, is yours
.

‘Liiria,’ Thorin whispered.

Jazana smiled and touched his face. ‘No, Thorin, hush,’ she purred. ‘Do not worry over Liiria. It is over now. You are back; that’s all I wanted.’

She is lying
, said Kahldris.
She wants Liiria still
.

Confused, Thorin tried to blink away the fog. But Kahldris’ words seemed true to him, and he knew Jazana’s ambitions were not so easily satisfied.

‘You wanted Liiria,’ he said. ‘I know you did. Why?’

Jazana shied from the question. ‘It does not matter. I wanted my revenge on you, to bring you back to me.’

‘And you wanted Liiria – I know you did, Jazana. To be powerful?’

Her expression grew stormy. ‘To prove my worth. Not just to you but to everyone. Look what I’ve accomplished, Thorin. Norvor is mine now, when everyone said it could never be.’

Kahldris nodded his armoured head.
She is rich, Baron Glass. She has the means to take it for you
.

‘And Koth?’ questioned Thorin. ‘What of that?’

Jazana shrugged as if embarrassed to answer. ‘The library. The machine. It was all too much to refuse. The library has much knowledge, Thorin. It would have made me even richer.’

Machine
?

‘It would be of no use to you, Jazana,’ said Thorin, remembering the remarkable catalogue machine Gilwyn had told him about. A thinking machine of sorts, holding bits of information from across the world. ‘No one can operate it, just the man who built it and he’s dead.’ Then he shrugged. ‘Perhaps the boy who was in Jador with me can run it, but . . .’

‘Gilwyn Toms. I have not forgotten him, Thorin.’ Jazana wrestled with the sheets, pulling them over her bosom. ‘And Lukien? What of him?’

The machine, Baron Glass
, Kahldris pressed.
What is this thing
?

Thorin ignored the Akari. ‘Lukien is well,’ he said simply. There seemed no reason to confess the knight was pursuing him, at least not yet. ‘He remains across the desert. Jazana, I still want Liiria.’

The queen’s eyes widened. ‘What?’

‘Liiria is in chaos, and I came across the continent to save her. We can do it together.’

‘Thorin—’

‘Liiria needs a leader, Jazana. And not a man like Breck. She needs someone strong, like me. Someone that cannot
be beaten.’ Thorin took her hand. ‘Liiria can be ours. Norvor, too.’

Jazana blanched, staring in disbelief. ‘But the library defenders . . .’

‘They will accept us or fight us,’ said Thorin. ‘And if they fight us, they will die.’

‘Die? Thorin, these men were your allies. What has happened to you?’

Why was she looking at him so? Thorin grunted in frustration.

‘I have changed, Jazana. I am stronger now and I will have this madness no longer! Akeela ruined Liiria, and I must make it whole again. Who else can make this happen? Not even you could do such a thing, not without my help. It must be me. The Great Fate has decreed it.’

Fear charged Jazana’s expression. She watched Thorin for a long time. ‘Thorin,’ she said finally, ‘I have longed for you to return. I haven’t admitted it to anyone . . .’

‘I’m back now, Jazana. We can be together again.’

‘But this thing you wish to do – you were never that man. Thorin, I am afraid of you.’

In another time, her words might have broken his heart. Now, though, his heart was stronger and impervious to pain. He reached out and pulled her close, putting her head on his chest and stroking her long hair.

‘Do not ever be afraid of me, Jazana,’ he said gently. ‘I am so much better than I was. I see things clearly now.’

In the netherworld between life and death, Kahldris watched Baron Glass with eyes of ether, studying him through the prism of their planes. He was pleased that the bond between them had sealed, pleased that Thorin Glass had accepted him so readily. But the demon was concerned, and so probed the baron’s mind for answers, even as he once again made love to the woman in the bed.

What was this machine?

A powerful thing, certainly. Powerful enough to interest the woman and make her move armies for it. Kahldris had already known of the library. A great place of learning, full of books and secrets. Like the Diamond Queen, Kahldris had his own designs on the place. Now, though, he was even more intrigued. What was this thing that could think for itself? Had Baron Glass hidden it from him, or had he simply thought it unimportant?

As the baron again fell upon the woman, Kahldris seeped deeper into his mind, hiding there behind the lust, blowing the dust off the hidden corners of Glass’ brain. He whispered the word again and again, trying to focus Glass’ unconscious there.

Machine
. . .

The baron gave him very little. It was a thing Baron Glass had never seen, but the description had impressed him enough to remember it. The boy Gilwyn Toms had told him about it – a machine that could think. Kahldris,
dredging ever deeper, found this remarkable. Ask it a question and it gives you an answer? It could find things, he realised. It had helped to find the amulets.

Kahldris paused, completely detached from the lovemaking he had earlier enjoyed. His ancient mind considered his findings. The Eyes of God, those hated things of Amaraz and his sister, had been unearthed by this strange machine?

Like a diver the demon submerged again, looking for clues, but found mostly emptiness. He discovered only what Thorin had already said – only Gilwyn Toms could operate the machine.

The boy had been a threat to Kahldris. He was beloved by Baron Glass, and Kahldris was glad he had not joined the Bronze Knight in his search. Surely, someone Glass cared for so much would be a danger. But the notion of the machine tantalised Kahldris, for the Akari had not really told Glass everything about his Devil’s Armour. There was one thing that could scratch it, one thing alone that could penetrate its magic metal. Kahldris, however, did not know where it was hidden.

Excitement bubbled up in the Akari being. Even as Baron Glass neared his lustful release, Kahldris considered things. In his mind was a game board with many pieces to be moved, each one consequential. He needed Gilwyn Toms now. How, then, to move the boy to action?

The question consumed Kahldris. He watched in curiosity as the lovers finished their dance, soon falling back into each others’ arms. The sight of them together sparked the spirit’s thinking.

Soon, he had forged a plan.

Koth had changed, and Lukien surveyed the city with sadness.

More than a year had passed since he had been back, and the memory of that brief homecoming haunted him. After being gone for sixteen years, he had returned to Koth for less than a day, but the havoc he had wreaked in that day had followed him across the world. Now, so many months later, he heard echoes of that day as he rode with Mirage past Lionkeep. They had ridden hard throughout the day, knowing that Koth was near, and had continued riding even as the sun fell. Lukien heard crickets coming to life in the darkness. Lionkeep seemed overrun with the insects, their peculiar music filling the night air. Behind him, Mirage trotted along on her pony, an animal they had purchased for her in Marn after her last horse had gone lame. Their hearty donkey sidled next to her, carrying their supplies. Mirage stayed very quiet as they toured the grounds of the ancient keep. In the distance they could see the great library, rising high above the city. Lionkeep was deserted now, but if Lukien tried hard enough he could hear the familiar clatter of soldiers and the gossiping servants.

It had been necessary for him to detour to here. When they had first entered the city he had been keen on reaching the library quickly, but the sad sight of Lionkeep had summoned him. How, he wondered, had such a beautiful
old place been left to moulder? Why had the world gone so completely mad?

He had no answers, and Mirage offered no comfort. She was eager to be on her way. They were both exhausted from the ride. And Thorin was likely nearby, quite probably enjoying a meal and beer with Breck at the library. A thousand questions riddled Lukien’s mind, because he was afraid of facing Thorin and wondered what his old comrade Breck would think of him for trying to steal back the Devil’s Armour. It had surprised Lukien that Jazana Carr had remained mostly quiet through the winter. That much, at least, they had learned on the ride through Liiria. But he was sure that Breck had been glad to see Thorin and his amazing armour.

Mostly, though, Lukien was sad for himself. The memories of Cassandra and Akeela were powerful here. Here he had played and fought with Akeela the way brothers do, and later he had watched him rise to become king. They were good days, mostly, and Lukien missed them. Being in Lionkeep reminded him what a mess his life had become.

‘Lukien,’ said Mirage gently. ‘It’s getting darker.’

Lukien stopped his horse and looked around. They were in the middle of a wide-open courtyard overrun by weeds and neglect. The façade of Lionkeep’s front gate stood in the distance, barred and forbidden, but the ramparts and catwalks still towered freely overhead.

‘I was a boy here,’ he said, pointing up toward the catwalks. ‘I used to run along those with Akeela. Whenever his father saw us he’d shout for us to get down. He said we’d fall and break our necks.’

Mirage slowly trotted up beside him. Her face was curious suddenly. ‘The king was like your father, too,’ she said. ‘That’s what Thorin told me.’

‘He was a good man,’ sighed Lukien. ‘If he had lived Akeela would never have become king.’

‘They say Akeela was a good man once,’ Mirage reminded him.

‘Aye, but not every good man makes a good king.’

They rode on. Amid the ghosts and memories it was easy for Lukien to forget the darkness settling around them. He was mindful of their mission, of course, but something kept him in Lionkeep, the same indescribable feeling that had drawn him here rather than the library. He
needed
to see Lionkeep again. Instead of being driven from it, as he had been twice before, now at least he could linger. He could say a proper goodbye.

He didn’t expect Mirage to understand that, though, and was not surprised by her anxious manner. Mirage jumped at every strange sound. Unseen animals along the high walls scratched and sent rocks tumbling down, all the sounds that never got noticed when the place was filled with people.

‘Lukien, I’m tired and hungry,’ moaned Mirage as they continued across the yard. ‘We’re wasting time!’