Drowned Wednesday (29 page)

‘I’ll be back as soon as I can,’ said Arthur. ‘Perhaps you should split up and hide all over the hills.’

‘You must have faith,’ intoned the Carp.

‘We must have faith,’ echoed back the Followers.

‘I reckon splitting up and hiding might come in handy as well,’ said Suzy. ‘I mean, faith is fine and everything, but you got to be practical.’

The Carp stopped circling and peered at Suzy for a moment.

‘If you have faith, all will be well,’ said the Carp. ‘But to sharpen your faith, my Followers, I shall test it. When I have left, so must you disperse among the hills, in groups of no more than three, and meditate quietly. No singing, and no loud praising of me. If you are true to your faith, Lord Arthur will return and save you. If not, doubtless Feverfew will capture you and end your doubting existences in the Hot Lake.’

‘The Carp is wise, long swim the Carp!’ chanted the Denizens as Arthur, Suzy, and Jebenezer started to climb back up through the terraces. As they passed through the crowd, Jebenezer held the jar up above his head, and the Carp’s radiance lit up the faces of his Followers, while Jebenezer singled out the archers who were to accompany them to the water gate.

Ascending the path to the cavern exit was considerably easier with the Carp’s light, though Arthur was slightly shocked to see some parts of the path that he’d blithely walked along were not only narrow but the rock was crumbling on the edges as well. This time he traversed these sections with his back against the rock wall, trying not to think about how easily he could have put a foot wrong and fallen to his death.

It was a relief to get back outside. The sun was still shining, though it was a little lower in the sky. Coming out of the darkness, Arthur thought that the sunlight was tinged a little pink, like a grapefruit skin, and so the island was probably not a piece of his Earth, pinched off to become Feverfew’s worldlet, but was from one of the myriad other worlds in the Secondary Realms.

‘So, do we head straight back the way we came?’ asked Suzy. ‘Cos if we are, I hope you know the way we came. I need streets and buildings, personally. Can’t find my own elbow in these woods.’

‘The quickest path down from here goes round the shores of the Hot Lake,’ said Jebenezer. ‘Then we can strike nor’-nor’-east to the peninsula and follow that to the water gate. Only the pirates’ll probably see us coming, either from the water gate, the fort, or the
Shiver
. We’ll have to run the length of the peninsula, burst through the guards, and go into the Stomach.’

‘Is it a lack of faith to be thinking that we’re all going to be slain or captured and sunk into the Hot Lake?’ asked one of the four chosen archers.

‘Yes,’ snapped the Carp. Its voice was more restrained now that it was out in the open. ‘Believe in Lord Arthur. Believe in your Carp. We shall prevail.’

‘Provided we get a move on,’ muttered Suzy.

I can’t run the length of the peninsula,
thought Arthur as panic began to make his stomach feel tight and his breathing shallower.
I just can’t run that far without having an
asthma attack …

‘Shall we take the quick path, Lord Arthur?’ asked Jebenezer.

I can’t run that far … I can’t run that far …
Arthur’s thoughts were in a loop of fear and doubt. He felt like he was drowning in them, unable to think about anything else. Then all of a sudden, he felt, rather than heard, the Carp speak, inside his head. He couldn’t describe it or see it, but he experienced the Carp’s words as if he heard them and read them at the same time.

Have faith in yourself, Arthur. Take it one step at a time.
Let us get to the peninsula. Then we shall take the next step.
Perhaps we will not need to run. Perhaps you will run better
than you think. One step at a time.

You can read my mind!
Arthur thought back.

Not normally,
replied Part Three of the Will silently, for Arthur alone
. But your fear was so great that it opened the
doorways of your mind. They
are
closing
now,
and
I will
not
‘Arthur! The quick path or not?’ asked Suzy.

‘Sorry,’ said Arthur. He shook his head and found it clear of the paralysing fear he’d felt a moment before. ‘Yeah, let’s take the quick path.’

‘Florenza and Padraic, take scout,’ ordered Jebenezer.

The two Denizens he’d named looked at each other nervously, then slowly advanced into the forest, bows ready.

Twenty–seven

THE QUICK WAY down the hill would have been a very slow way if it had been up to Arthur or Suzy to find it, Arthur thought as they were led through seemingly impassable tangles of undergrowth, under arching tree roots, and between rocks. But within forty minutes they were back down to the flat area, skirting the Hot Lake, keeping just within the border of the forest before it died back and was replaced by bare, sulphurous yellow earth.

‘It does stink,’ said Suzy as she tied a torn-off flounce from her dress over her face.

Arthur took a deep breath and was surprised to find that it went all the way to the bottom of his lungs. The air did smell horrible, like rotten eggs, but he could actually breathe it more easily than the cool, wet air of the hills.

Across the Hot Lake, Arthur could see Feverfew’s yardarm. The pirate had simply transferred a mast and its yards from a captured ship, and set it right on the lake’s edge, with a block and tackle to swing prisoners out and dip them. There was a viewing platform nearby.

‘I reckon we’ve done it,’ said Suzy a little later, as they passed the eastern shore of the lake. ‘Plenty of time to spare too.’

‘Let’s not talk about it till we’re actually out of here and out of Drowned Wednesday’s stomach,’ said Arthur. ‘Or, better still, getting served tea by Sneezer back in Monday’s Dayroom.’

‘If you believe, all will be well,’ intoned the Carp.

Its words were punctuated for the worse by the thud of two things hitting the ground just ahead of Jebenezer. For a moment Arthur thought they were coconuts or large round fruit. Then he saw that they were decapitated heads.

The green-mottled heads of Florenza and Padraic.

‘Feverfew!’ croaked Florenza’s head.

‘Sorry!’ whispered Padraic’s.

‘Don’t forget to —’

‘Stick our heads back on if —’

‘You win.’

‘Give me to Arthur!’ snapped the Carp. Jebenezer just managed to thrust the jam jar into Arthur’s hands before a whirl of yellow dust swept around his feet and he froze like a statue. Another gust of yellow particles wound around Suzy as she drew her knife, and she froze too, as did the two archers who were bringing up the rear.

‘I can oppose Feverfew’s powers to some degree,’ said the Carp hurriedly. ‘But it is up to you, Arthur!’

Arthur stuffed the jam jar in his pocket and drew his sword. The dust-laden breeze kept whipping around him, but it had no effect, other than to make it hard to see.

There was no other sign of Feverfew.

Arthur turned in a circle, his eyes darting from side to side. Everyone else was frozen around him. He could see no movement. The lakeshore, only twenty paces away, was bare and empty. The sick-looking trees and undergrowth would hide someone, but only if they stayed still.

Where was Feverfew?

No one ever looks up …

Arthur jumped back and looked up, just as a shadow fell across him and a blade whistled through the air. The boy raised his own sword to block, felt a shock all along his arm, and sprang away, his back up against the rough, vine-covered trunk of a large tree.

Feverfew closed his wings and dropped to the ground, the sound of both wings and footfall clouded by the whine of the yellow wind.

He looked just like Arthur imagined a pirate captain would. Tall and dashing, his long black hair flowing, his black beard braided with jewels and smoking match-cord. He was handsome, as handsome as a superior Denizen, and his clothes were bright scarlet, rimmed with gold lace and had golden death’s heads as buttons. He carried a cutlass with a blade of black iron that smoked as much as the matches in his beard.

He looked nothing like the horrid visitation Arthur had seen in the mirror. Until Arthur looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

Seen that way, Feverfew was a horrid, barely human thing. His skin was the red of severe sunburn, and shrunken against his bones. His eyes were like olive pits, black in red sockets.

He was not dressed in fine clothes, but covered in hundreds of pieces of paper. Papers of all different sizes and colours, all of them written on in a flowing, glowing script, all of them reeking of Nothing and sorcery.

‘You bear the Red Hand,’ said Feverfew. Arthur heard the pirate’s voice twice, the two voices just a little out of sync with each other. One was deep, melodious, and commanding. The other was high-pitched, whiny, and horribly penetrating. ‘You have stolen from me.’

Arthur licked his lips and took a stronger grip on his sword. He only had one chance, he knew. A clean cut to the neck . . .

‘Yet that is not all you are,’ continued Feverfew. ‘Not just a thief. But also the chosen instrument of the Architect’s Will. I know who you are, Arthur.’

Feverfew took a step forward. Arthur tensed, ready to step forward and swing.

‘I know who you are. I know all about you. Don’t I, young Leaf?’

Feverfew smiled, his cracked, too-thin lips curling back from yellow teeth.

Arthur didn’t take his eyes off Feverfew, but in the corner of his vision, he saw a line of pirates slowly walk into view. Right at the front, wearing the same clothes he’d seen her in on the
Mantis
, but now with a black cap, was Leaf.

‘Yes, Captain,’ said Leaf.

‘So I know you haven’t got the first two Keys with you,’ said Feverfew. ‘Of course, if you had, I’d hardly be given the time to speak, would I? And I suppose that old fish is around somewhere, talking too much about how everything is going to work out. For it, of course.’

Just one step closer
, thought Arthur.

‘I expect you’d like to chop off my head,’ said Feverfew. ‘Now, as I’m a sporting gentleman, I thought I’d give you that chance. I have a proposition for you, Arthur. A wager, between two folk who once were mortals, as equals. What do you say?’

Arthur kept his sword up and ready. He would not blink or look away.

‘What proposition?’ he asked.

‘Why, an exchange of blows,’ said Feverfew. ‘One each, and you can go first. If you slay me, then you and yours go free. If I slay you, then I inherit all that is yours. I become the Rightful Heir to the House!’

‘I don’t know if it would work like that,’ said Arthur. ‘Even if I did agree.’

There has to be a catch
, he thought.
Like in the story with
the knight and the green giant. I know Feverfew can reattach his
head, even more than most Denizens. But Sunscorch said that
if I can get grit on his neck-stump, or lay the flat of my blade
there …

‘That’s my concern,’ said Feverfew. ‘There’s that old fish to witness. Set it out of your pocket, so it can see the goings-on. Now, I shall give you one minute by my watch to decide. A friendly wager or a free-for-all against me and my pirate crew.’

He smiled and took a jewel-encrusted watch the size of an orange out of his pocket. At the same time, he casually stepped back, so there was no chance Arthur could reach him before his own pirates came forward.

Arthur flicked his gaze to Leaf, just for a second. She looked normal enough, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was staring at Feverfew.

‘I get the first blow?’ asked Arthur. ‘There’ll be no interference from your crew?’

‘They shall stand as trees on a windless day,’ replied Feverfew.

‘Can you be cut by steel?’ asked Arthur.

‘Steel or silver, iron or bronze, all blades sunder my flesh. It is an honest wager, as I said, between two mortals, as transformed by time, the House, sorcery, and Nothing.’

Arthur turned his head sideways a little and looked at Feverfew out of the corner of his eye again. The scrawny, inhuman thing clad in tattered papers would be much easier to strike than someone human-looking. His neck seemed thinner too.

‘I want to talk to the Carp first,’ he said. ‘Give me another minute.’

‘One more minute,’ said Feverfew coldly. ‘Since it is you who asks.’

Arthur kept his position against the tree, and his sword in his right hand. With his left, he pulled out the jam jar and raised it close to his head.

I’m plenty afraid now,
he thought.
Can you hear me,
Carp?

I can,
responded the Carp silently.
You must have faith,
Arthur —

Stop! Just tell me, as far as you know, can Feverfew be
killed by having his head cut off if I lay the blade flat on his neck-stump?

Perhaps,
the Carp replied.
That would work even with
most superior Denizens. But Feverfew is devious.

Perhaps!! What kind of answer … never mind. Is there
anything you can do to free Suzy and Jebenezer and the others?
Or my friend Leaf? She must be under a spell. There’s no way
she’d be with the pirates otherwise —

I have kept you free of Feverfew’s spell. Perhaps I could
free one more …

There was that word again. Arthur couldn’t stand it.

Perhaps!
he repeated in his mind.
You’re the one who
needs to have some faith —

Indeed, Arthur. I have never claimed otherwise —

‘Time!’ interrupted Feverfew. ‘Or close enough. What is your decision, Arthur?’

‘I accept,’ said Arthur. As he spoke, he felt suddenly sick, but he willed the nausea away.

‘Excellent,’ said Feverfew. ‘I shall kneel here then, and you may strike when you will. Please do ensure the fish has a good view of the proceedings.’

Arthur nodded. He started to set the jar down near his feet, but changed his mind and put it down right up against Suzy’s right foot. At the same time, he scooped up a handful of earth.