The Physiognomy (29 page)

I leaped to my feet and moved around to the front of the coach to get to the driver before he could escape, but I soon saw his condition was similar to Deemer's. Calloo moved up behind me and put one of his hands on my shoulder. His inner workings were a cacophony of grinding gear-work that I could barely hear over the dangerous hum of an overload. A good portion of his overalls had been scorched, and his left side, face, and arm had been blackened. There was a bullet hole or two more in him, but I think he smiled at me. A croaking noise came from his throat, and I interpreted it as a greeting.

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I closed Calloo in the cab of the coach, begging him not to kill Below, who had only been knocked unconscious. I then climbed up into the driver's seat and pushed the lifeless body of the driver onto the street. Lifting the whip out of its holder, I cracked it over the horses' heads, realizing only then as they sped off that I had no idea how to drive the contraption. I pulled back on the reins and tried to slow them, but it seemed they had taken my initial command to go, a little too much to heart. We rounded a few corners on two wheels and dashed the back of the cab against a lamppost, but in a few blocks, I was able to get them to slow to a moderate trot.

In the heat of the events that had transpired so rapidly, I had formulated a plan, or I should say it was more like one leaped into my head. I drove on and then looked around for the place Calloo and I had stopped for dough-gummels the night we had discovered the crystal sphere. It took all my strength to bring the four horses to a standstill at the curb outside the small store. As soon as I was sure they were not going to bolt without me, I leaped down from the driver's seat and ran across the sidewalk to the door.

Luck was with me, because the same man, a member of the conspiracy of O, was behind the counter again.

“Greetings, Cley,” he said, and made the sign to me.

I reached across the counter and grabbed him by the collar. “Listen,” I said, “I need ten cups of shudder to go.” When I looked around, I saw that there were a few patrons sitting at tables. I turned back to the counterman, whose shirt I still had hold of, and told him, “Tell your people I have kidnapped the Master. If they are going to do anything, tonight is the night. Do you understand?”

He nodded to me, and I released him. He set immediately to work, pouring cups of shudder and snapping lids on them. He arranged them neatly for me in a cardboard box. Again, he charged me nothing. As I ran out the door, he yelled after me, “See you in Wenau.” Behind him I heard the patrons join in with a chorus of “Wenau.”

I got back up on the coach and set the box next to me. We were off in a flash. The horses seemed now to be part of the conspiracy, because it was almost as if they knew that I was headed for the sewage treatment plant. Minutes later, we rounded a turn, and the white marble building of the waterworks came into view. I veered to the left of the street and brought the coach to rest outside the gray beehive.

As soon as we stopped, Calloo emerged from the cab, carrying Below over his shoulder. I jumped down and joined him in the street. After retrieving the box of cups, I grabbed the whip and cracked it over the horses' heads again. They took off down the street with the coach in tow.

We entered the building and followed the same route we had the first time. If Calloo was slow before, his scrambled clock-work now had him lurching along at a snail's pace. It seemed to take forever to get down to where the river tunnel hit level ground. There was nothing to do but wait for him. I couldn't complain, seeing as how he had saved my life so many times I could no longer keep count.

We walked along the tunnel until we came to just before the spot where it opened up into the concrete cavern that held the false paradise. I motioned for my friend to lay the Master down.

He half set him and half dropped him, so that Below leaned back against the wall in a sitting position. I kneeled down and began smacking the Master lightly to try to revive him. It was a good thing he had been weakened by the poison of the fruit, otherwise he might have already escaped from us by use of his magic.

After a few slaps to the face and my shaking his shoulders, he began to come around. As soon as I saw his eyes open, I popped off the lid to the first cup of shudder, tilted his head back, and poured the liquid down his throat. He took half of it before I stopped, fearing I would choke him. When I tried to follow with the second half of the cup, he had by then reached full consciousness and spit it out all over me.

“You'll never get away with this, Cley. My men are right around the corner. All I have to do is scream, and they will come running,” he said, gasping for breath.

“The minute you make a noise, my friend here is going to put his boot in your mouth,” I told him. “If you want to live, you'll start drinking. There's a lot of shudder to down before we continue.”

“Sorry, my doctors have prohibited it,” he said, and laughed. He closed his lips tightly and would not open them.

Calloo looked placidly down on the scene, whirring and chunking. I suppose he grasped part of what was going on, because he lifted his leg and kicked Below in the stomach. It wasn't as powerful a blow as he could have delivered, but it was enough to get the Master's jaw to unhinge and leave me an opening for the shudder. I poured down two more cups before he fought me off again. Calloo came at him with the boot, and we repeated the procedure. Finally, he grudgingly acquiesced and took the last few cups without fighting.

When I was done force-feeding him, he asked. “What is your plan, to drown me with shudder and leave me in this tunnel?”

“No,” I said, “I need you to hatch an egg for me.” With this, I told Calloo to lift him to his feet, which the miner did with the ease of a bear lifting its cub.

“Ingenious,” Below said to me.

“Do you think it will work?” I asked him.

“I'm afraid you won't find out, since you and this hulking wreck will be burnt to a cinder within minutes,” he said.

“Feel free to have a headache anytime,” I said.

Calloo kept his hand squeezed tightly around the back of Below's neck as we walked the remaining few yards to where the tunnel entered the chamber. I peered out of the shadows and saw the soldiers, four of them standing guard around the base of the sphere. The false paradise again filled me with wonder as I gazed upon it.

I wished I had thought to bring the rifles of the soldiers from the Earth Worm. We needed to get closer to the sphere without the guards interfering. “How did you make that sun?” I whispered to Below.

He began to give me an answer, but his words trailed off into a real cry of pain. I first thought that Calloo was squeezing his neck too hard, but I soon saw that the shudder was having the desired effect. At the same time, I could see the soldiers had heard and were coming to investigate. I was paralyzed with fear from the uncanny sense that this had all happened before.

“There goes the Ministry of the Treasury,” groaned Below.

I felt a tremor run through the tunnel, accompanied by the very distant sound of an explosion. A moment later, chunks of rock blasted off the wall a few yards behind us. The force of the shock almost knocked me into the river again. As soon as I had my bearings, I looked out and saw the soldiers had stopped advancing for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Over here,” yelled Below.

They heard his voice and instantly began advancing again.

I readied myself to spring out of the shadows at them. I didn't know what good that would do, but I thought in the confusion I might be able to subdue at least one of them. I was praying that Calloo still had a few more rounds of fight in him.

When I looked back, I saw that the Master was again grimacing with pain. He brought his hands up and clutched his head. “Not my palace,” he croaked. We felt another tremor, heard another explosion, and a moment later out in the cavern the floor erupted and geysers of rock and steam shot straight up. It wasn't enough to kill the soldiers, but it was more than enough to scare them. They fled in the opposite direction, abandoning their posts and disappearing around the other side of the sphere as pieces of the cavern ceiling gave way and showered down.

As soon as they were out of sight, I motioned to Calloo to bring Below. We made our way across the uneven concrete floor, wending around the craters and watching for falling debris. Two more blasts occurred before we drew close to the base of the wondrous structure. The Master was drifting in and out of consciousness as the place came apart around us. The crystal sphere rippled in the explosions like a real soap bubble, but I saw no sign of its cracking.

Inside the paradise, I could see Ea and Arla, looking out at us. She held the baby, and they were waving to me. “Bring him closer,” I yelled to Calloo. My intention was to mash his face right up against the shell of crystal. I ran ahead and motioned for the prisoners to move away. As I ran toward them, I saw a flash of bright light reflected. I turned in time to see Calloo detonate and burst with a deafening bang, the parts of him flying out behind the Master. Gears, springs, rotors, flesh spread out across the cavern like confetti in a high wind. Below fell forward, unharmed.

I rushed to him before he could get away and lifted him to his feet. My adrenaline was pumping wildly, and I had unusual strength. I forced him over to the crystal wall and shoved his face against it. Three more explosions blasted out of him, again furiously rippling the bubble but not cracking it. The last one I could tell had diminished strength, and I feared that the enzymatic effect I had induced with the shudder was wearing off.

Ea and Arla were watching me from inside the paradise. As I held onto Below's quivering body, trying to stay on my feet in the face of the aftershocks, I noticed that the Traveler looked very weak. This was my last, best chance, and it wasn't going to work. I had decided to simply kill Below and be done with him, when I noticed Arla hand the baby over to her companion, step up close to the boundary, and touch it as if begging me not to give up.

The Master came awake then and began struggling with me to free himself. He had gotten some of his strength back and was able to turn and wrap his fingers around my throat. I did the same to him, and we were locked in that position. As he applied pressure, I let go with one hand and punched him in the side of the head. This slackened his grip, but not for long. I was about to deliver another blow, when to my astonishment, small geysers of flame shot from his ears and a thick smoke issued from his open mouth. What I feared most, his magic, was reclaiming some of its potency. Now I could not think of killing him, it was all I could do to simply hold on so he would not escape.

Clutching tightly on one side to his shirt collar and on the other his jacket lapel, I steeled myself against his trickery. The smoke cleared and his face melted and transformed into that of a saber-toothed cat. His hands became snakes that twined more completely around my throat. Small dark birds flew from the sleeves of his jacket, their fluttering wings blinding me for seconds at a time.

“You are already dead, Cley,” he said in the deep voice of the creature he had become.

“It is all an illusion,” I repeated in my mind, but I was losing the strength in my neck muscles as the twin serpents applied greater pressure. No air was passing into my lungs, and I was growing light-headed. I could feel my grip on his clothing quickly weakening.

As my hands slipped to my sides, he spun me around to face the crystal and smashed my face into it as I had done to him. He pulled me back quickly then, and I could feel his lips on my left ear.

“When this is over, I'm going to do some work on you. I think Greta Sykes could use a mate.”

I was slipping in and out of consciousness, finding it hard to focus. Looking up one more time, I saw Arla in front of me, through the clear boundary. She was touching the bottom of her veil, and although I was barely alive, I knew instantly what she had in mind. I slackened every muscle in my body and dropped to my knees, so that she would be face to face with Below.

I heard the Master begin to scream, and I knew she must have lifted the green cloth. The snakes turned back to fingers, loosened, and then left my throat. For a moment, the air around us became dead calm and a strange silence pervaded the underground chamber. Then a sound like thunder was instantly everywhere, followed by a great cracking noise like a frozen river thawing all at once. The explosion blew us back across the cavern amidst a wave of crystal shards. Even when I landed, I did not stop, but rolled and bounced another few feet before coming to rest.

I looked up from where I lay and saw the Traveler walking toward me, passing through a gap in the sphere that was like a jagged doorway. Arla was behind him, carrying her son. I blacked out for a few minutes then. When I finally came to, they were standing over me.

“I forgive you, Cley,” I heard her say flatly from behind the light green veil.

The Traveler leaned over and gave me his hand, helping me to my feet. “You have journeyed far,” he said to me.

It took me a little while before I could see straight, but when I was thinking clearly again, I searched around the floor of the cavern for Below. Somehow he had managed to escape. Perhaps the crystal had been enough of a barrier to Arla's terrible power to save him, but it was not strong enough itself to withstand the vehemence of her gaze. She was able to break through because she had something to focus her hatred upon outside the shell. I only wondered if it was Below or myself.

On the opposite side of the sphere, we found an entrance to that network of tunnels that ran beneath the city and took to it like rats running a maze. The impossible had been accomplished, but now we had an even more difficult job—getting out of the city alive.

There, beneath the streets, we ran into a band of conspirators carrying weapons, and they told us that there was a full-fledged war being waged now above. They did not have to tell me that Below was still alive, because every now and then we felt the tremors as another piece of his miraculous creation blew apart. They said the city gates were impassable not only because of the buildup of troops but also because the rubble from the decimated Ministry of the Territory had blocked the way. We were told to head toward the eastern boundary of the city, where a large hole had been blasted through the outer wall. They could not accompany us, because they were needed to reinforce a battalion taking up positions in the waterworks.