“More agents are on the way,” Simon said, “but it takes a while to get from London to Greenwich on horseback, and this was the only dirigible available. Gavin, can't this ship go any faster?”
“We're too heavy,” he said. “I've been working on a ship design of my own, butâ”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Glenda lifted a harness with folded batlike wings attached to it. “You'll need to put this on, Alice.”
“Miss Michaels, please.” She eyed it dubiously. “What is it?”
“A glider.” Glenda spun Alice around and started buckling. The harness was heavy, but the weight was distributed well, so it also felt strangely light. “Think of a giant kite. When you lean left, you'll turn left. Lean right to turn right. Raise your torso to climb. Lean forward to dive. Watch out for downdrafts. The bottle of compressed air on your back provides thrust. When the light on your control bar turns red, you're nearly out, so come back immediately or you'll be dependent on whatever the wind decides to do with you. It won't be hard for someone of your intelligence to master it all.”
“But what am I supposed to do?” Alice nearly wailed.
“You know your windup machines better than anyone else.” Simon was shrugging into a glider harness of his own. “Stop them, defeat them, destroy them. Don't you have a special code or switch to shut them down?”
“Each one has a switch, yes,” Alice said. “But they're all custom-made, and each machine's switch is in a different place, soâ”
“Exactly why we need you,” Simon said.
“How many machines have you?” Glenda was now buckling Simon in.
“Twenty,” she said instantly. “Twenty-one, counting Click. But I can't imagine Click would disobey me.”
“Of course not.” Glenda turned. “Simon, buckle me in. Miss Michaels, use those clips to fasten your skirts round your ankles and preserve your modesty while you're in the air. Next time, I suggest trousers. And you'll want these goggles to protect your eyes.”
Alice drew on the proffered eyewear. “Next time?”
The big ship was already looming large, perhaps two hundred yards away.
“Off we go, Simon.” Glenda caught up a fat pistol and leapt over the side. Alice gasped in automatic fear for her, but there was a hiss as the bottle on Glenda's back came to life and the batlike wings snapped fully open with a
whump
. She caught the wind and glided away. Simon snatched a large pistol of his own and jumped after her to glide toward the larger ship, leaving Alice alone with Gavin on the tiny deck.
“Aren't you coming, GâMr. Ennock?” Alice asked.
Gavin's mouth was set, and his fingers tightened on the helm. “I don't fly that way. Pirates do. Come back if you need an air refill.”
She nodded in understanding. “Wish me luck, then.”
“Good luck, miss,” he said stonily.
His stiffness slapped her hard. “Are you angry at me, Mr. Ennock?”
“Nope. You'd better fly.”
“You
are
angry at me.”
“You made your choice. I'm happy for you. Marry him. Be well.”
Alice's mouth fell open. “Does everyone know about that?”
“Anonymous telegram from someone named âL.' ”
“I'll murder her,” Alice muttered. “Listen, Mr. Ennock, Iâ”
“You'd better go,” Gavin said. “Look!”
A glittering line of tiny brass machines rushed toward the ship. Even at this distance, Alice recognized them as her own little automatons. Her jaw tightened in anger. These little ones belonged to her, and someone had stolen them. Yet she also wanted to talk to Gavin. He was correct in that she had made her choice, but she didn't feel right in leaving him like this.
“I'll be back,” she promised. She peered over the side at the dizzying drop to the Thames and the buildings lining it far below. What if the harness didn't work? Then she saw the line of brass machinesâher machines. Determination won out over fear, and she jumped.
There was a terrifying, sickening drop, and then the harness wings snapped open. Alice swooped upward. The bottle hissed on her back. She was flying! The sensation quite took her breath away. She leaned left and right, working out hand and foot motions that made her turn and dip just as Glenda said. It was easier than she'd thought. Bright air flowed all around her body, and even though she was supported by the harness and a bar, she felt like part of the sky. Her hair came free and streamed behind her. Queen Boadicea had nothing on this! It was freedom. It was independence. It was
life.
She whooped aloud, not caring who might hear, and sped toward the larger ship.
More than half her machines were whirligigs that could fly, and they were carrying spiders that couldn't. On the deck of the large ship, the crewmen were watching, but were unable to do anything; their weapons weren't accurate enough to hit such small targets. Simon and Glenda chased the whirligigs, but even laden with spiders, the little machines were far more agile than the gliders; the Ward agents had no more hope of catching them than hawks had of catching hummingbirds. Alice hung back, observing, trying to understand what the machines were attempting. Where was Click?
One of the whirligigs dashed up to the dirigible. Like most airships, it consisted of an enormous cigar-shaped envelope of hydrogen gas. The ship part was suspended from a rope rigging beneath it. The whirligig dropped a spider onto part of the rigging between the envelope and the main ship, and the spider extruded a blade. The rope snapped with a discordant
twang.
Then the spider leapt to another rope and cut that one. Another whirligig deposited its spider on another rope.
Twang!
The rope parted. Alice's skin went cold as she realized what was going on. They would drop the ship and crack it open, freeing the war machine inside.
Crewmen clad in airman white were already swarming into the ropes, climbing agile as monkeys up to the attacking machines. One of them reached a spider, but a whirligig dived in and crashed into his face. He lost his grip and fell screaming into the Thames far below. More spiders attacked the ropes.
Alice set her mouth and dived toward them. She knew every one of the machines like another woman might know her lapdogs. A whirligig popped up in front of her, but she grabbed it, twisted its arm upward, and depressed the switch underneath it. The switch released all the tension in the winding spring at once, and the whirligig went limp. With regret, Alice let it goâshe had no way to carry itâand the little automaton dropped into the river. By now, she was within arm's reach of the large ship's rigging, and she managed to pluck a spider from its work as she passed by and deactivate it. This one she tossed down to the deck.
There was a
crack
. Below and to Alice's left, Glenda fired her pistol at a whirligig. A small bolt of lightning hit it dead-on. The whirligig popped and crackled and fell like a stone. Simon had circled around to the other side of the ship, out of sight, but there were still half a dozen spiders in the rigging now, all snipping at the ropes. Fully a third of them had already snapped, and the bow was dipping downward. Shouts and cries rose from the deck. The ship was losing altitude, and Alice didn't know whether she was crashing or just trying to land. Alice swooped upward, snatched at a spider, and missed. Another rope twanged, and the parting strands slashed across her arm, opening up a biting cut. Alice gritted her teeth and leaned away, trying to decide what to do. Glenda fired at another whirligig, but the shot went wide and vanished into the distance. Another whirligig was converging on her. More ropes snapped on the airship.
Alice's mouth was dry. What was going on? Her automatons weren't very intelligent. They could obey fairly simple commands and maintain themselves within limits, but they had no imagination or drive. The idea that they could adapt to new conditionsâlike the Third Ward showing up in glidersâwas laughable. Someone was giving them fresh orders. But who? And where was the person hiding? On the ship itself? That didn't seem likely. Not when the whole point was to make it crash. The ground? No. Too difficult to see. So where? The answer had to be here somewhere, but her inability to see it itched at her.
Alice swooped past the rigging again and grabbed for another spider, but a whirligig popped up to interfere. Alice snatched it, deactivated it, dropped it. Then Simon popped up from nowhere, nearly hitting Alice's left wing, and grabbed the spider she had missed. He pried it from the ropes and flung it away, but a whirligig swooped down to rescue it. There were only four spiders left in the rigging now. The humans might be able to win this and let the ship limp to home field. Alice's heart pounded at the thought of victory. They could solve the mystery later if they just got the ship safely home. She guided her glider toward another snipping spider.
“Help!” Glenda's thin cry came across the open air. She was struggling with two whirligigs that had landed on her pistol arm. Alice instantly brought her hissing harness around and dived toward the other woman, but even as Alice watched, the two whirligigs managed to pull Glenda's arm round with aching slowness. Alice tried to speed up, but she was still too far off. Glenda fought the whirligigs, sweat beading on her face, but her treacherous hand was forced to aim the fat pistol at the ship, and a whirligig wrapped its strong metallic fingers around hers.
“No!” Alice screamed. She reached out, even though she was still several yards away.
The pistol fired. A lightning bolt cracked from the barrel and struck the hydrogen envelope full in the center.
The explosion started in the middle and worked outward, like a demon unfurling its wings. It consumed the envelope in fire, and the internal skeleton glowed red. A series of concussions thudded against Alice's bones, and wave after wave of hot air shoved and tossed her glider about. She fought with fists and feet to keep it steady. Black ash and debris blew in all directions. The last of the airship's ropes snapped, and the main ship, three stories tall, dropped two hundred feet straight down. It crashed into a warehouse on the Thames and demolished it. Alice grimly fought to keep her glider aloft and was vaguely aware that both Simon and Glenda were in the same predicament. The two whirligigs, their terrible job done, had abandoned Glenda. Below, the dust and ash and bits of flame rose from the wreckage, and fire continued to rain down from above as the remains of the envelope burned away and died. From her position above, Alice got an all-too-excellent view of the wreckage. The ship had cracked open from bow to stern, revealing a glimpse of the giant brass mechanical everyone was so worried about. Alice also caught sight of some of the crewmen's bodies, their white leathers awash in scarlet. They would never fly again, or kiss their wives or embrace their children, and her machines had done this to them. Black guilt washed over her. Her gorge rose, and she vomited up the remains of her afternoon tea.
“Damn it!” Simon shouted. He was gliding beside her.
“Gesù e Maria!”
Glenda, her face pale, swooped over to join them, and they circled tightly over the wreckage like ravens over a battlefield.
“This must have been the thief's plan from the beginning,” Glenda said. “Destroy the ship so he could get to the war machine. We have to land and guard it before the clockworker can get to it.”
“It'll be hard.” Simon pointed downward. Ash continued to rain from the sky. “Crowds are gathering, and police. The clockworker could be any one of them.”
“No,” Alice said. “Something's off. How could he know exactly where the ship would crash-land? What if it had landed in the Thames and he lost the mechanical? And that machine is enormous. What is itâthree stories tall? How would he manage to spirit it away without being seen?”
“Clockworkers are insane,” Glenda said. A wind was rising, and they were nearly shouting now.
“This was too carefully planned for someone who's lost touch,” Alice said. “Look, there's no way for your anonymous clockworker to actually steal the machine. Not with this plan.”
“So you're saying the thief doesn't want the machine at all,” Simon shouted over the wind. “Why do all this, then?”
“A distraction,” Glenda hazarded.
Realization slammed Alice like a rock hammer. “Where's Gavin?”
She turned back for the little airship without waiting for an answer. Her heart lurched as she scanned the sky. Already the smaller airship had turned away and was flying steadily off, and just visible on the deck were two figures, not one, and the taller figure wore a familiar top hat. Alice's hands went cold. No, no, no, no. What did the grinning clockworker want with Gavin? Revenge for foiling his attack on the bank? Or something entirely more sinister? She clenched her teeth. The time to ask would be when she had her hands around the lunatic's throat. But even as the thought crossed her mind, a red indicator light on her left wing's control bar flashed. Her air bottle was running out. With the airship now so far away, Alice had no hope of catching up. Her heart sank, and she felt sick. She was losing Gavin again, both metaphorically and physically. She would neverâ
No. Damn it,
no.
Not this time. Alice turned and dived for the ground.
“What are you doing?” yelled Glenda behind and above her. “Alice!”
But Alice ignored her. The glider shot downward with stomach-dropping speed toward the wreckage. The flames had gone outâhydrogen fires always ended quicklyâbut the crowd around the massive ruin remained uncertain, giving the area a wide berth. Alice brought the glider lower and, averting her eyes from a gory mess on the splintered deck, managed her first landing without losing her feet. She smelled burned wood and flesh. With shaking hands, she unbuckled the harness, flung the wings aside, and ran toward the gaping fissure that rent the deck from bow to stern. Simon landed a little ways from her.