Faerie Wars 01 - Faerie Wars (41 page)

'All right,' said Fogarty. 'But keep your voice down. If we sit side by side on the bed, we can whisper.' He sat and motioned Henry to the space beside him.

Henry groaned aloud this time, but sat down obediently. Anything was better than passing notes. 'Did you kill the Emperor?' he asked bluntly but quietly.

'No,' said Fogarty in a whisper.

'You didn't shoot him with your shotgun?'

'No.'

'Who did then?'

'A demon,' Fogarty said.

Henry felt like strangling him. The last thing he needed right now was to have to listen to the old boy's batty beliefs. 'Mr Fogarty,' he said patiently, 'there are no such things as -- '

But Fogarty cut in with an urgent whisper. 'Listen, Henry, I know you think I'm off the wall, but you'd better get it into that thick head of yours that there are more things in the big wide world than they tell you at school. Didn't believe in fairies, did you, until you caught one in a jamjar? Didn't believe you could open up a hole in space and step into a whole different universe, did you? So where do you think you are now -Blackpool? Know what I was before I took to robbing banks?'

Henry looked at him blankly. After a moment he shook his head. 'No.'

'Particle physicist,' said Fogarty. 'And a damn good one. Think that makes me stupid?'

Henry shook his head again, more urgently this time. 'No, but -- '

'Know why I stopped being a particle physicist?'

'No, but -- '

'Because they paid me seven grand a year. Seven
grand!
Even in those days that was peanuts. Could make more selling soapflakes and you don't need a degree for that, let alone a doctorate.'

Henry stared at him in astonishment. 'You're a doctor of physics?' he asked incredulously.

But Fogarty was in full swing. 'So I did what any sensible man would do and took up bank robbery. But I never forgot my physics. There are lots of alternative realities -- even that old fool Einstein knew it. And one of them's the reality people used to call Hell. Place is full of demons and their UFOs. Pyrgus is stuck there now, poor little sprog.'

Henry had been about to say something else, but now he said, 'Pyrgus is in Hell?'

'Keep your voice down,' Fogarty hissed. 'Yes, Pyrgus is in Hell.'

'How do you know? How could you know that?'

'Got it from the demon,' Fogarty said.

This was crazier and crazier. Yet there was something about Mr Fogarty's absolute certainty that was getting to Henry. All he could do was echo, 'Demon?'

'Listen,' said Fogarty in a whisper. 'Just button your lip, open your mind and
listen]
Demons, UFO aliens, all the same thing. Old days they called them demons, now they're aliens, but they're still up to their old tricks. Don't know how he got there, but I do know Pyrgus is in the alien world. Right now. You want to be old-fashioned about it, he's in Hell. I know because there's a demon in the palace. Didn't know that, did you? Neither does anybody else.'

'How do
you
know?' Henry asked suspiciously.

'Because it took me over. Demons are good at taking over people,' Fogarty said. 'They've been doing it for years. Read the UFO reports. You're diddling about minding your own business when your car stops, the flying saucer lands and a little scrat with a big head has grabbed you by the ear. Next thing you know you're so confused you don't know where you are. That's the way demons do it. Look them in the eye and you're finished. They shove your brain to one side and take control of your body. A good one can tell you what to think.'

'What happened?' Henry asked, drawn in despite his better judgment.

Fogarty said sourly, 'I wasn't expecting it, you see. Came through the wall and next thing was I was looking it straight in the eye. Battle of wills after that. It walked me all the way to the Emperor's quarters. There was no security at all for some reason. All the time it was inside my head, telling me I had to kill the Emperor. No problem there -- I had my shotgun. But I was fighting back, of course. Only by the time I walked in on Tithonus and the Emperor, he was winning. I tried to throw him out of my head but I just couldn't do it.'

'You mean he's still in there?' Henry asked, aghast.

'Don't be stupid,' Fogarty told him shortly. 'After that I sort of blanked out for a bit. That's when I discovered Pyrgus was in Hell.'

'I don't understand this,' Henry said.

'It's two-way traffic when a demon takes you over. He gets into your mind, but if you make the effort you can get into his. Up to a point. I got hold of some of his memories. Pyrgus was taken to the head demon, character called Beleth. Don't know what happened after that.'

'OK,' Henry said cautiously. 'So what happened to
you
after that?' He still wasn't sure he believed the demon story, but he found he didn't
not
believe it either. Fogarty had hit home with the remark about the fairy in the jamjar. Maybe there
were
such things as demons. Maybe they
did
drive flying saucers.

'When I came to, I found I'd shot the Emperor. Close range. Took half his head off. Demon disappeared then. His job was done -- he'd made me do it, made my
body
do it anyway. Then left me to carry the can. That's why I'm in here now.'

'Don't worry,' Henry said. 'When I tell Princess Blue what happened she'll get you out of here.' He hoped to heaven it was true.

'Better make it quick,' said Fogarty. 'They're due to hang me in the morning.'

Blue pushed the doctor's hands away and sat up. Tm perfectly all right now,' she said calmly. She looked around. Somebody had undressed her and put her to bed in her own quarters. There were three court physicians in the room and several servants. All of them looked concerned.

'Serenity,' the nearest physician said, the one who'd tried to keep her supine, 'we must advise that it is best for you to stay in bed. The manifestations of shock -and you have had a severe shock -- are such that ...'

A severe shock. That's what they will always call it, she thought as the physician droned on. A severe shock. Daddy was dead and the world was changed. A severe shock. She felt sick in her stomach and every muscle in her body ached from tension. But the strangest thing was that her head seemed detached, as if it was floating somewhere a foot or two higher than it ought to be. The result, no doubt, of a severe shock. But while her head stayed detached, she could cope.

'I would like you gentlemen to leave now,' she said firmly. 'I wish to get dressed.'

'Serenity -- ' The physician caught the look on her face and decided not to argue. He and his colleagues took a fussy leave with much backing and bowing. The last to go said, 'Serenity, there is a sleeping draught by the bedside should you need it. And a relaxant in the blue vial -- just two drops on the tongue when necessary, but no more than twelve drops in any twenty-four hours. And a stimulant in the red vial should you need to counteract the effects of the relaxant -- one drop on the tongue will be sufficient. And the spell candle is a lethe. Once lit, it will enable you to forget until it is extinguished or burns out. There are further lethe candles in the drawer. And -- '

'Thank you, Argus,' Blue said politely. 'You have performed your duties admirably.'

'Thank you, Serenity,' the physician Argus said, and finally withdrew.

'Please lay out something suitable for me to wear.' Blue pushed back the bedclothes and swung her feet on to the floor. Her body felt light, like her head, but that didn't matter. She had to find out why her father had died, why this creature from the Analogue World had decided to kill him. She had to ensure, absolutely, that the murderer was punished -- although she suspected Tithonus would already have taken care of that. And Pyrgus was still missing.

She turned her head at the soft knock on the door. 'Yes?'

Anna entered hesitantly with something in her hand. 'Are you all right, Mistress Blue? They told me you were awake.'

'I'm all right,' Blue said. Anna was the one who'd brought her the news. Somehow she knew she would always remember that. 'What is it?'

T don't know if I should be bothering you,' said Anna uncertainly, 'but it's supposed to be urgent and I know how you like to keep on top of -- ' She tailed off and proffered a piece of paper. That young boy spying on you in the bath. Got himself into even more trouble by the sound of it. Anyway, he sent you this with one of the guards.'

Blue took the paper and unfolded it.

Beleth was gone, but his demons remained in the hot, sulphureous cavern, bolting the outer plating on the Doomsday Bomb. They glanced up from time to time, as if curious to see what Pyrgus might be doing.

Pyrgus was doing nothing, since there was nothing he could do. His back ached and his legs ached even more from his crouched position in the cage, but the pain, which had built steadily for a time, was now levelling out, with an increasing numbness, so he was able to ignore the discomfort. He was less able to ignore the pressure in his head, which had been steadily worsening. He put it down to the stress of his situation.

Despite the headache, his mind was racing. He wondered if his father was dead yet, if Beleth's demon army had invaded. He wondered if his sister had survived. He needed to take action, to break free, to escape from Hael and join the fight against the forces of evil. But his cage was strong, the locks secure, so that he was as helpless as the kittens he'd rescued from the glue factory. That rescue seemed so long ago.

Beleth was right when he said you would never notice the downward movement of the cage. The machinery -- the proper machinery the Demon Prince had called it -- made no sound beyond the occasional random creak. But when he compared his distance from the cavern roof to what it had been when Beleth left, he could see a difference. The cage was definitely dropping. It was dropping slowly, a fraction at a time, but it was dropping surely. Below him, brimstone seethed and bubbled. The stress of his situation made him feel as if his head were about to explode.

'What's this?' Henry asked.

'Your share of the papers,' Fogarty told him. There's somebody coming.'

Henry looked at him blankly, then down at the crumpled ball in his hand. He looked back up at Fogarty.

'We have to eat them,' Fogarty said.

Henry unfolded the paper to discover he was holding two small torn sheets. On one was written in his handwriting,
'What happened to Pyrgus?'
On the other were the words, also in his handwriting,
'Why did you murder the Emperor?'
Hardly the most incriminating documents in the world. 'I'm not eating these,' he said.

Fogarty looked as if he'd like to argue, but his mouth was full and there was already the sound of footsteps immediately outside. A key grated in the lock and the cell door swung open. Two burly guards marched in to take their places on either side. Then a smaller figure entered, dressed in black.

'Blue!' Henry exclaimed, relief flooding over him.

She looked at him coolly. 'Come with me,' she said.

'Come on, Mr Fogarty,' Henry said delightedly. 'This is Princess Holly Blue. I told you she'd get us out of here.'

But Blue's face was unsmiling. 'Just you,' she said to Henry. 'The monster who killed my father stays here until he hangs.'

'Is this true?' Blue asked, her eyes boring through his fiercely. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand. He assumed it was the note he'd sent her. 'You know where Pyrgus is?'

Henry took a deep breath. 'It's sort of complicated,' he said.

'Then you'd better simplify it for me,' Blue told him coldly. She waited, her eyes never leaving him.