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THE
SKIN MAP

O
THER
B
OOKS BY
S
TEPHEN
R. L
AWHEAD

K
ING
R
AVEN
T
RILOGY:

Hood

Scarlet

Tuck

Patrick, Son of Ireland

T
HE
C
ELTIC
C
RUSADES:

The Iron Lance

The Black Rood

The Mystic Rose

Byzantium

S
ONG OF
A
LBION
T
RILOGY:

The Paradise War

The Silver Hand

The Endless Knot

T
HE
P
ENDRAGON
C
YCLE:

Taliesin

Merlin

Arthur

Pendragon

Grail

Avalon

Empyrion I: The Search for Fierra

Empyrion II: The Siege of Dome

Dream Thief

T
HE
D
RAGON
K
ING
T
RILOGY:

In the Hall of the Dragon King

The Warlords of Nin

The Sword and the Flame

A B
RIGHT
E
MPIRES
N
OVEL
Quest the First:

THE
SKIN MAP

STEPHEN R
LAWHEAD

© 2010 by Stephen Lawhead

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, scanning, or other—except for brief quotations in critical reviews or articles, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Published in Nashville, Tennessee, by Thomas Nelson. Thomas Nelson is a registered trademark of Thomas Nelson, Inc.

Thomas Nelson, Inc., titles may be purchased in bulk for educational, business, fund-raising, or sales promotional use. For information, please e-mail [email protected].

Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Lawhead, Steve.

The skin map / by Stephen R. Lawhead.

p. cm. —(Bright Empires ; no. 1)

ISBN 978-1-59554-804-7 (hardcover)

1. Time travel—Fiction. I. Title.

PS3562.A865S57 2010

813’.54—dc22

2010017750

Printed in the United States of America

10 11 12 13 14 15 WC 6 5 4 3 2 1

In Memory of
Katherine

“Why is the Universe so big?
Because we are here!”

J
OHN
W
HEELER, PHYSICIST

Contents

Part One: The Old Straight Track

Chapter 1: In Which Old Ghosts Meet

Chapter 2: In Which Lines Are Drawn, and Crossed

Chapter 3: In Which Wilhelmina Takes Umbrage

Chapter 4: In Which Unwanted Attention Is Roused

Chapter 5: In Which Kit Attends a Lecture at the Royal Society for the Improvement of Natural Knowledge

Chapter 6: In Which Kit Acquires an Apostle Spoon

Part Two: The Macau Tattau

Chapter 7: In Which Wilhelmina Lands on Her Feet

Chapter 8: In Which Wilhelmina Proves Her Mettle

Chapter 9: In Which Fragile Hopes Are Cruelly Dashed

Chapter 10: In Which Kit Entertains Second First Impressions

Chapter 11: In Which Efforts Are Made and Actions Taken

Chapter 12: In Which a Notable Skin Is Honourably Inscribed

Chapter 13: In Which Respectability Suffers a Serious Setback

Part Three: Black Mixen Tump

Chapter 14: In Which the Intrepid Travellers Are Nobbled

Chapter 15: In Which Kit Makes a New Friend

Chapter 16: In Which Wilhelmina Changes History Much for the Better

Chapter 17: In Which Wilhelmina Joins the Merchant Navy

Chapter 18: In Which Arthur Meets an Avenging Angel

Chapter 19: In Which Kit Is Mistaken for a Footpad

Part Four: The Green Book

Chapter 20: In Which Luxor’s Nefarious Trade Is Advanced

Chapter 21: In Which Social Climbing Is Indulged

Chapter 22: In Which Confidences Are Frankly Exchanged

Chapter 23: In Which Lady Fayth Takes the Lead

Chapter 24: In Which an Understanding Is Reached

Chapter 25: In Which the Alchemy of Coffee Is Discovered

Chapter 26: In Which a Sealed Tomb Gives Up Its Secrets

Chapter 27: In Which the Emperor Awaits a Mysterious Visitor

Part Five: The Man Who Is Map

Chapter 28: In Which Promises Are Made to Be Broken

Chapter 29: In Which Dragons Are Not Confined to Statues

Chapter 30: In Which a Mystery Is Confronted

Chapter 31: In Which the Quality of Mercy Is Strained

Chapter 32: In Which Turnabout Is Fair Play

Chapter 33: In Which Nature Takes Its Course

Chapter 34: In Which a Tour Guide Is Engaged

Chapter 35: In Which an Alliance of Consequence Is Formed

Chapter 36: In Which It Is Darkest Before the Dawn

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

About The Author

PART ONE
The Old Straight Track

CHAPTER 1
In Which Old Ghosts Meet

H
ad he but known that before the day was over he would discover the hidden dimensions of the universe, Kit might have been better prepared. At least, he would have brought an umbrella.

Like most Londoners, Kit was a martyr to the daily travails of navigating a city whose complexities were legendary. He knew well the dangers even the most inconsequential foray could involve. Venturing out into the world beyond his doorstep was the urban equivalent of trial by combat and he armed himself as best he could. He had long ago learned his small patch of the great metropolitan sprawl; he knew where the things most needful for survival were to be found and how to get to them. He kept in his head a ready-reference library of street maps, bus routes, and time schedules. He had memorised the pertinent sections of the London Underground tube schematic; he knew the quickest ways to work, and from work to his favourite pubs, the grocers, the cinema, the park where he jogged.

Sadly, it was rarely enough.

This morning was a perfect case in point. Only minutes before, he had stepped out the door of his flat in Holloway on a jaunt to accompany his girlfriend on a long-promised shopping trip. Oblivious to the fact that he had already embarked on a journey of no return, he proceeded to the nearest tube station, flapped his Oyster card at the gate, stormed down the stairs as the train came rattling to the platform, and leapt aboard as the beeping doors began to close. He counted off the first two of the four stops to his destination and was just allowing himself to imagine that all was running according to plan when he was informed at the third stop that the line was closed ahead for routine maintenance.

“All passengers must change,” crackled a voice through tinny loudspeakers. “This train is terminated.”

Joining the grumbling pack, Kit found his way once again to street level, where a special bus had been provided for tube users to continue their journey—but which was artfully hidden at the far side of King’s Cross station. The fact that it was Sunday, and that Tottenham Hotspur was playing Arsenal, had completely slipped his mind until he glimpsed the waiting bus and the queue of Tottenham fans stretching halfway down Euston Road. Unwilling to wait, he quickly devised an alternative plan for meeting Wilhelmina: just nip across the road and take the Northern Line from King’s Cross to Moorgate, then take the train to Liverpool Street, change to the Central Line, and get off at Bethnal Green; from there it would be a quick bus ride up to Grove Road. A brisk walk through Victoria Park would bring him to Wilhelmina’s place on Rutland Road.
Easy peasy
, he thought as he dived back into the Underground.

Once again, Kit fished his Oyster card from his pocket and waved it at the turnstile. This time, instead of the green arrow, the light on the pad flashed red. Aware of the foot traffic already piling into him from behind, he tapped the card against the sensor again and was awarded with the dreaded “Seek Assistance” display. Terrific. He sighed inwardly and began backing through the queue to the scorn and muttered abuse of his fellow travellers, most of whom were dressed in football jerseys of one kind or another. “Sorry,” he grumbled, fighting his way through the press. “Excuse me. Terribly sorry.”

He dashed for the nearest ticket booth and, after negotiating an obstacle course of barriers and railings, arrived to discover there was no one around. He rapped on the window and when that failed ran on to the next window where, after a vigorous pounding, he managed to rouse the attendant. “My Oyster card doesn’t work,” Kit explained.

“It’s probably out of money,” replied the agent.

“But I just topped it up a couple days ago. Can’t you check it?”

The agent took the card and looked at it. He swiped it through a terminal beside the window. “Sorry, mate.” He pushed the card back through the slot. “The computer is down.”

“Okay, never mind,” Kit relented. He started digging in his pockets. “I’ll put five pounds on it.”

“You can do it online,” the agent informed him.

“But I’m here now,” Kit pointed out, “in person.”

“It’s cheaper online.”

“That is as may be,” Kit agreed. “But I have to travel now—today.”

“You can pay at a machine.”

“Right,” said Kit. Down on the platform below, he could hear the train clattering in and he hurried to the nearest ticket machine—which, after repeated attempts, refused to accept his five-pound note, spitting out the limp bill each time. The next machine along was for credit cards only, and the last of three was out of service. Kit ran back to the booth. “The ticket machine won’t take my money,” he said, sliding the fiver through the gap in the window. “Can you give me coin? Or another bill?”

The attendant regarded the crumpled bill. “Sorry.”

“Sorry what?”

“Computer’s down.”

“But I can see the money there,” Kit said, frustration mounting. He pointed through the window to a change machine cartridge stacked with rows of coins waiting to be dispensed. “Can’t you just reach over and get some money?”

“We’re not allowed to take money out of the machine.”

“Why not?”

“It’s automatic, and the comp—”

“I know, I know,” grumped Kit, “the computer’s down.”

“Try one of the other windows.”

“But there’s nobody at the other windows.”

The attendant gazed at him pityingly. “It’s Sunday.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Reduced service on Sunday.”

“No kidding!” cried Kit. “Why do you even bother coming to work?”

The attendant shrugged. Directing his gaze past Kit, he called, “Next!”—although there was no one in line.

Accepting temporary defeat, Kit made his way back up to the street. There were numerous shops where he might have changed a five-pound note—if not for the fact that it was Sunday and all were either observing weekend hours or closed for the day. “Typical,” sniffed Kit, and decided that it would be easier, and no doubt faster, just to walk the three or so miles to Wilhelmina’s. With this thought in mind, he sailed off, dodging traffic and Sunday-morning pedestrians in the sincere belief that he could still reach Mina’s on time. He proceeded along Pentonville Road, mapping out a route in his head as he went. He had gone but a few hundred paces when he began to experience the sinking feeling that he had become completely disoriented and was going the wrong way—something that had happened to him before around the no-man’s-land of King’s Cross. Realizing that he had to head north and west, he turned left onto Grafton Street, tooled along avoiding a barrage of roadwork, and quickly reached the next street north—an odd little lane called Stane Way.

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