Alex Verus Novels, Books 1-4 (9780698175952) (94 page)

“We've narrowed Yasmin's disappearance to Kings Cross in London. She might have been at Fountain Reach earlier that night but she wasn't there when she vanished.”

“Unless she was taken back.”

“Do you have any evidence that she was?”

I was silent for a moment. “No.”

“Verus, are you sure you're in the right place?” Talisid sounded sceptical. “I didn't question your plan to go to Fountain Reach but the majority of the disappearances have been in London and they aren't stopping. We could use you here.”

“You got me for this job because you trusted my judgement,” I said. “No, I'm not sure. But it's my best guess.”

Talisid sighed. “All right. If you want to keep following this lead, I'll dig up what I can find about the last people to live in Fountain Reach and pass it on. I hope it leads you somewhere.”

So do I.
“Thanks.”

*  *  *

H
ours passed. I searched, but found nothing. There was an urgency to it now; I had the sense that I was running out of time. As seven o'clock drew near I went to the duelling hall.

The hall was packed with mages and apprentices: dozens of competitors and five times that number there to watch. To one side two apprentices were sparring with focus swords, the inactive weapons striking each other with a
clack-clack-clack
. An older mage was giving some sort of demonstration to a group of apprentices, an illusory duel painted in blue-white light playing out in the air between them, while the mages placed in charge strolled around importantly calling out names. The hall was filled with noise and energy and at the far end a board showed the list of matchups. The two duelling pistes had been cleared, and spectators had already started to gather around them.

Lyle appeared from the crowd as I crossed the hall, looking from side to side. I'd known he was at the tournament but it was the first time I'd seen him here. “Oh, Verus,” he said. He seemed distracted. “Have you seen Crystal?”

“Not recently.”

Lyle walked past. I gave him a curious glance and kept going.

Luna was standing alone in a corner. She was fiddling with her focus weapon, flipping the whip handle between her fingers without seeming aware of it, and she gave me a grateful look as she caught sight of me. “Who are you up against?” I asked.

Luna nodded past me. I followed her gaze to see a tall, strongly built, good-looking girl with blond hair tied up in a bun. She was carrying a slim staff about three feet long and she was listening and nodding to an unsmiling older woman who seemed to be giving her instructions. “Her name's Ekaterina.”

I looked at Luna, saw the way she was standing. “Relax.”

“What if I mess up?”

“It's just a match.”

“
They
don't think it's just a match,” Luna said. “Everyone takes this really seriously. And . . . That girl's going to be a mage, right? I'm just an adept. How am I supposed to fight something like that?”

“Mages are still human.”

Luna gave a short laugh. “Easy for you to say.”

“You've stood up to mages before.”

“And every time I do it I get kicked around like a football.”

“Hm.” I studied Luna. “Might be time to change that. Back in a sec.”

I crossed the floor towards Ekaterina and the woman. As soon as I got close they stopped their conversation and turned to watch me. “Hey there,” I said.

“You are Verus,” the woman said with a slight accent. She was maybe fifty, with a hard unsmiling face.

“Good to meet you.” I picked up a focus weapon from a nearby table, a dagger, and spun it in my hand. “Looking forward to the match?”

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and Ekaterina stepped into a defensive stance. To my mage's sight light brown energy flared around her, and I saw the staff pulse slightly. I looked into the futures in which I attacked Ekaterina, seeing the outcomes.

“What do you want?” the woman asked. She was standing at the ready, watching me suspiciously.

“Just saying hello.” I put the dagger back on the table and gave them a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

I walked back to Luna. “Okay,” I said once I was close enough. “Ekaterina's an earth mage. Remember that guy we ran into in Tiger's Palace?”

“Yes . . .”

“Same sort of thing. Augmentation to physical strength, defensive reinforcement of her body. If she lands a hit she'll probably knock you out so don't let her. You have two advantages. First, your whip gives you range—she can use ranged earth magic but she obviously isn't comfortable with it or she wouldn't be relying on that focus weapon. Second, all her defences are designed to counter physical attacks. She doesn't have an answer to your curse.”

Luna had been staring at me. “Okay, so . . . I keep my distance and try and hit her?”

“You're going to have to get used to facing mages sooner or later,” I said. “This is good practice. And I think you've got a good chance.”

A stir of movement from the end of the room made me look around. People were gathering around one of the pistes. “What number are you?” I asked.

“Fifth,” Luna said. “Variam's second.”

I caught a glimpse of Variam through the crowd; he was alone, holding an oddly shaped sword, and seemed to be searching for someone. I slowed and Luna moved ahead of me, her attention on the match. I frowned; something was nagging at me.

I looked around the hall. It was crowded with people, and everyone was drifting in the direction of the second piste. All the attention was on the duel. Variam was about to start his match. Luna was busy with hers. And I should be busy with Luna's. All of us were busy, our attention somewhere . . .

. . . where was Anne?

I hesitated for only an instant. Luna was my apprentice and I wanted to be there to watch, but this might be important. I looked through the crowd, searching for Anne, but she wasn't there. I moved towards the edge of the room, catching a glimpse of her through the futures—

And suddenly Anne was right in front of me. While I'd been looking for her, she'd been looking for me. “Alex?” Anne said in her soft voice. “Can you help me with something?”

“What's happened?”

“There's someone who says he knows about the people who used to live here in Fountain Reach,” Anne said. “He agreed to meet me but only if we do it right now.”

I glanced back at the duelling hall. I could hear someone announcing the names for the first match but the crowds blocked my view of Luna. To one side I caught a glimpse of Crystal standing on a podium with arms folded, watching. “Let's go.”

*  *  *

“H
is name's Hobson,” Anne explained as we threaded our way through the maze of Fountain Reach, searching for the way out. From behind I could hear the murmur of sound from the duelling hall, but the corridors were deserted. Everyone in the mansion was at the match. “He said he used to work here.”

“How'd you find him?” I said.

“I didn't,” Anne said simply. “Sonder did.”

“Oh,” I said. It made sense. Luna and I got to know Anne because Sonder asked her to second for Luna's apprenticeship ceremony. I was starting to figure out how Anne was so well informed—she just talked to everyone. “How?”

“I rang Sonder and asked if there was anyone I could talk to who knew about Fountain Reach,” Anne said. “He called me with Hobson's number and I called Hobson.” Anne hesitated. “He was . . . I think Hobson was nervous. He didn't want to talk at first, but at the end he said he'd come meet me at the motorway services.”

“How are you getting there, by car?”

Anne nodded.

I remembered Jagadev's silver Bentley and the hunched figure I'd glimpsed behind the wheel. “Is that same guy driving you?”

Anne nodded again. “He's out there now.”

We came into the entry hall. It was filled with long tables and side doors led off into reception areas and a coatroom. I thought about what to do. I could catch a lift in Jagadev's car but some instinct warned me against that. Besides, if Hobson was nervous he'd be more likely to talk to Anne if she was alone. “Wait five minutes, then have him go,” I said. “I'll follow you to the meeting. Hopefully nothing'll happen, but I'll stay close in case it does.”

Anne nodded and left. As soon as she was gone I headed into the coatroom. Most of the guests at the mansion had moved into their rooms but there were still a few dozen coats, bags, and jackets lying around. I scanned them quickly, then walked to one of the coats and pulled a set of keys out of one of the pockets before turning to leave.

Variam was standing in the doorway. He was carrying his focus sword in his right hand down by his side, and he was staring at me. “What are you doing?”

“Getting my car keys,” I said. I walked towards the door. “Haven't you got a match?”

Variam moved to block my path. “Where's Anne?”

“Go ask her.”

Variam narrowed his eyes and I felt magic stir around him. The sword in his right hand was broad and heavy-looking and I could sense he was ready to use it. “I don't have time for this,” I said flatly. “Anne's going to talk to someone and I'm going to make sure she gets there safe. If you're not going to help, get out of my way.” I brushed past Variam and headed for the door.

Futures of Variam attacking flickered ahead of me and I tensed, ready to dodge . . . and then he hurried after me. “I'm coming with you.”

I really didn't want Variam along but I didn't have time to argue and having him start a fight now would cause a delay I couldn't afford. “Then follow me and shut up.”

The front drive of Fountain Reach was dark, only the lights of the windows illuminating the rows of cars. The sun had long set, the sky was overcast and shadowed, and the countryside around us was pitch-black. To anyone else it would have felt like stepping from light into darkness but for me it was the opposite; as I crossed the threshold of Fountain Reach the oppressive blanket of the wards fell away and I could see clearly again.

It took me only a second to pick out Jagadev's Bentley, its engine off but the driver sitting in his seat, parked in a spot out of sight of the front door. I turned away and started down the rows of cars, letting my feet down quietly on the gravel. Variam followed behind. I could feel his gaze on me, close and suspicious, but he didn't speak. I held the keys in my hand and concentrated and the futures of me trying them in every car in the driveway unfolded before me. In one of them the key turned and I headed towards it, the other futures fading away.

Anne reappeared just as we reached the car, carrying a coat over one arm. She walked past us in the darkness and to the Bentley. The window rolled down and I saw her bend down to speak with the driver. The inside of the car lit up as Anne got into the backseat and the engine started with a growl, loud in the empty night. It pulled out of the driveway with a crunch of gravel, lights disappearing behind the hedge.

The instant it was out of sight I hit the button on the set of keys and pulled open the door of the car next to us. Lights illuminated a set of angled leather seats and a sleek-looking dashboard. As I slotted in the key the car's onboard electronics started up and the instruments and wheel lit up in pale blue. A gearshift dial rose up out of the centre console and the engine started with a muted purr.

Variam slid into the seat next to me, looking around incredulously. “This is your car?”

“I'm in it, aren't I?” I looked quickly through the futures and typed in a code to deactivate the alarm system, then took off the hand brake and turned the dial to first gear. The Jaguar rolled out smoothly in the direction the other car had gone.

“Jeez.” Variam sat back in disgust. “You mages love to flash your money, don't you?”

“Put on your seatbelt.”

chapter 10

I
'm only a mediocre driver. I never learnt to do it until I was past twenty, and what with relying on Starbreeze and gate magic so much for travel I haven't had much practice since then. Luckily my divination magic lets me cheat—when you know exactly what will and won't make you crash it's easy not to hit anything. It didn't make the ride any smoother, though.

We followed Anne through the winding country lanes, rushing through the darkness. I didn't turn on my lights, relying on my magic to keep to the lines of the road as well as to keep track of the smudge of light up ahead that was the Bentley. As we headed south, back roads turned into B-roads and then A-roads until we came out onto the great winding length of the M4.

Once we were on the motorway, tailing Anne's car became easier. Despite the darkness of the winter evening it wasn't late, and there were plenty of cars to give us cover. Under the harsh orange glow of the motorway lights I pulled in one car behind the Bentley and held distance. After only a few minutes a green sign flashed by that read
Services 1 mile
. The Bentley pulled into the left lane and began signalling, and I followed. A red-and-white
Little Chef
sign flashed by and was gone.

The services were contained in a single large building surrounded by banks of grass, a petrol station, and a huge car park. Light shone from the windows, the surrounding trees muting the glow and noise from the motorway. By the time I'd parked and turned off the engine, Anne had already left the Bentley and was walking towards the building. I scanned for danger, found nothing, and followed her, Variam trailing behind.

The inside of the building had the vaguely soulless feel that motorway service stations always seem to have. The floor was linoleum, the lights were too bright, and the shops sold snacks and drinks and travel gear at about three times their actual value. Everything smelt of plastic and disinfectant. “Where is she?” Variam asked.

I turned left into the cafeteria. It wasn't packed but it wasn't empty either, and there were just enough people to give us some cover. Mothers kept a watchful eye over children while truckers drank from mugs of tea. “Hey,” Variam said. “I said—”

“To your right,” I said, then blocked Variam as he turned to look. “
Don't
stare. Buy something and sit down.”

Variam glowered but didn't argue. He'd at least had the sense to wrap his sword up in his jacket. I bought something at the counter without paying attention to what it was and found a corner seat shielded by a big plastic children's area. Only then did I look over.

Anne was sitting at a table on the far side of the cafeteria. The edge of the services was a huge plate-glass window looking out onto the car park, and Anne's table was right next to it, bright against the darkness. Sitting opposite Anne was a man with grey-white hair wearing a thick coat with the collar turned up to shield his face. I couldn't get a good look at him but he was talking to Anne.

“Who's she talking to?” Variam said.

“Apparently his name's Hobson.” I scanned through the futures but couldn't see any danger. In every sequence of events the services was filled with nothing but the bustle of travellers.

“Why are you following Anne?” Variam said.

“I already told you.”

“What are you getting out of it?”

I didn't bother answering. Anne and Hobson weren't far away and I could have used my magic to eavesdrop if I focused on it, but I didn't. Instead I kept my attention on a short-to-medium-range scan, watching for danger. If anything moved to threaten Anne I wanted to know about it.

We sat for a little while in silence. Around us, people came and went. “Why'd you help her?” Variam asked.

I didn't take my eyes off Anne. “When?”

“Three nights ago. With those men.”

“What's your problem with me, Variam?”

“You're a mage.”

“So are you.”

Variam scowled. “You know what?” I said. “Fine. It's not like they're going to be finished any time soon. I'll tell you why I helped Anne if you tell me how the two of you ended up with Jagadev.”

Variam was silent. “Fine,” he said at last. “Why'd you help her?”

“Because she needed it.”

Variam waited. “And?” he said when I didn't go on.

“That's it.”

“Bullshit—”

“What were you expecting me to say?” I said. “Mages can look after themselves; apprentices can't.”

Variam looked at me narrowly. “I don't believe you.”

At the other side of the cafeteria Anne was still talking to Hobson. She was sitting opposite him, leaning slightly forward with hands clasped, listening attentively. As I watched she took out a pad of paper and started writing, pausing every few seconds to glance up. Hobson seemed to be doing most of the talking, but his hand movements were jerky and at intervals he'd look back over his shoulder. Watching his body language I could tell he was nervous, afraid of something, but there was no danger . . . yet. “Your turn,” I said to Variam. I didn't take my attention off Anne and Hobson. “You and Anne used to be apprenticed to a Dark mage named Sagash, right?”

Variam stared at me.
“Apprenticed?”

“Is that true?”

“Is that—?! I'd rip out my own liver before being apprentice to that bastard. You mages talk so much shit. If you knew—!”

“Knew what?”

“You know how we met Sagash?” Variam demanded. “He kidnapped Anne right out of school. Used gate magic to take her away to some huge freaky castle in the middle of nowhere. He wanted her as his apprentice and when she said no he tried to make her.”

I looked at Variam, keeping quiet. “There was someone who said he could help,” Variam said. “A ‘Light' mage, or that was what he called himself, guy called Ebber. Know what that little weasel did? He went and talked things over with Sagash and decided it was all just fine. He said we were better off like that!” Variam stared past me. “She was in that place for months.”

“Did you break her out?” I asked.

“No,” Variam said reluctantly. He sounded as if he didn't like to admit it. “She did. But I helped her get away. And we gave that bastard Sagash something to think about before we left.”

I looked over at Anne. She was writing on the pad, listening carefully to what Hobson said. “What did Ebber do?”

Variam gave a snort. “Oh, he was pissed. More upset about us running away than he was about Sagash kidnapping her. Would have taken us back if he could.”

“And that was when Jagadev came to you,” I said. “He offered you protection, told you that as long as you stayed with him mages like Sagash and Ebber wouldn't bother you. And you convinced Anne.”

“Yeah, so?” Variam looked at me, challenging. “That's how it works in your world, right? If you're not with someone, some mage like you can just pick you off. Well, we're with him.”

I met Variam's gaze. He looked angry and I was pretty sure he wasn't lying. He might be exaggerating . . . but unfortunately nothing in his story was even the slightest bit hard to believe. Dark mages
do
press-gang apprentices. They won't usually touch one under the protection of another mage, but a teenager new to their powers and alone and ignorant of the magical world is easy prey. And once you're in, leaving is not an option.

Under Council law, a Light apprentice can't be forced to take the oaths. But Dark mages have no such laws. And once a Dark mage has got their claws into someone, precious few Light mages are willing to take the risks involved in rescuing them. Much easier to turn a blind eye and smooth things over—it's not worth risking the peace treaty for one apprentice, is it? And once you've gone that far, it's really not that big an extra step to give the Dark mages a little bit of quiet assistance. After all, contacts on the other side are very useful and if you don't help them get an apprentice back they're just going to go to someone else . . .

It's easy to hate all Light mages for the actions of a few, and I've fallen into that trap myself in the past. But the world's more complicated than that. “You know,” I said, “just because some mages act like that doesn't mean they all do.”

“Right,” Variam said with a sneer. “All the
others
are bad but you're the good guy.”

“Not exactly.”

Variam shook his head. “You don't have a clue what it's like. None of you do.”

“You might be surprised,” I said mildly.

“Bullshit. You get invitations to parties, you get guys like Talisid showing up to offer you jobs. You're part of the club; you don't know how hard it is for us.”

I started to answer, then paused.
So you know it was Talisid who gave me the job? Interesting.
“So why do you think I took the job?”

“You want the apprentices for yourselves, right? You don't care what happens to them. You only help them if they're yours.”

“You and Anne aren't mine,” I said.

“So?”

“If I only care about apprentices who are mine, what am I doing here?”

“How should I know?”

“I'm just trying to make you see the logic here,” I said. “By your reasoning, if I treat you cruelly like Sagash, then that means I'm self-serving and don't care about you. But if I'm nice and try to help you, then that means I must have some evil hidden purpose which
also
means I'm self-serving and don't care about you. Is that about right?”

Variam just glowered. “Whatever.”

“They're going,” I said, looking up.

Hobson had left the table and was hurrying away. I watched him curiously. Up until I'd arrived at the services I'd been more than half-expecting a trap, if for no other reason than that I remembered very clearly what had happened the
last
time Anne had been driven somewhere alone in that Bentley. But Hobson's behaviour didn't fit with that. Acting scared and nervous, okay—but he'd asked Anne to come to a public place, somewhere that would be crowded even at this late hour. That was the kind of thing you'd do if
you
were worried about a trap.

But if Hobson wasn't involved himself, that meant . . .

Anne had risen and was just leaving via the services' front doors. “Come on,” I said to Variam, and walked quickly after her.

I was halfway there when I felt something shift in the futures ahead. I took one glance at them and broke into a run. The automatic doors slid open in front of me as I ran out into the night.

Anne was halfway across the car park, a slim shadow against the dark lines of cars, just about to turn down one of the rows. “Anne!” I shouted from behind her.

Anne stopped, turned. I kept running towards her. I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was looking at me in surprise. “Alex?”

“Behind you!” I shouted.

Anne turned back just as the figure flicked into view behind her. Her eyes went wide and she jumped out of reach as the shape reached out, grasping.

A second later I slammed into it. The darkness hid the creature's features; it had the silhouette of a human but was heavier. We both went down and hit the tarmac and I rolled away fast, staying out of reach.

A second figure stepped out of the darkness right next to Anne, reaching for her neck. I'd seen it coming and aimed a kick from the ground that took out its knee. The second one hit the ground next to the first and I scrambled to my feet, backing away with Anne. “Variam!” I shouted. “They're constructs, destroy them!”

Both constructs were rising to their feet and in the futures ahead of us I could see the paths they would take, solid lines of light changing to match our actions but without choice or initiative of their own. One was still locked onto Anne; the other was heading for me. But it took them a few seconds to reach us and Variam got there first.

Mages of Variam's type are called fire mages, but that's not really what they do. Their real power is over heat: generating it, controlling it, moving it. It's true that most fire mages
do
use fire in their spells, but that's as much psychological as anything; fire is what they think of, so that's what they create. Variam's approach was a little different. Instead of creating bolts of fire or some kind of flamethrower, he just poured a ton of heat into the area right between the two constructs.

Fire magic's not subtle and it's not great at defence, but for sheer destructive power there's not much that can beat it. There was a hissing sound and a
thump
of superheated air, a backwash of heat making me cover my eyes. When I opened them again the constructs were gone. A five-foot circle of tarmac where they'd been standing was steaming, and the corners of two car fenders that had been in the blast were glowing a faint yellow and starting to droop.

“Where'd they go?” Variam said in surprise.

“I don't know.” I looked around. I could see figures in the darkness of the car park but they were too far away, and as I concentrated I saw that they had the branching futures of humans. “I—Anne, move!”

Anne started and tried to jump away, but this time she wasn't quick enough. One of the constructs seized her from behind, and a second later the other did the same to me.

Constructs move, but they aren't alive—they're dead things animated by magic, created to fulfil a certain purpose. All constructs are built with a guidance program, and once a construct's been given a command it'll keep going until the task's completed. They're strong—stronger than any human—but that's not what makes them so dangerous. A construct can't feel pain or fear or boredom. They don't get hurt, they don't get tired, and most of all they
don't stop
. If you get away from one, it'll just keep coming. The only way to stop a construct is to completely destroy it, either by breaking the spell that animates it or by doing such massive damage to its body that it can't physically hold together anymore.