it wasn’t just her – he kept everyone at bay. Flydd was a driven man and the only thing keeping him going was his lust to smash the Council and grind them into the frozen gravel.
‘Every entrance and exit is watched,’ Klarm added. ‘Even the sullage tunnels that discharge over the precipice into the Desolation Sink, since Irisis and Ullii’s escape that way last year.’
‘What are they really afraid of?’ said Irisis.
Flydd’s eyes met hers and she knew he was remembering his drunken revelation about the Numinator, long ago at the manufactory. For a moment he seemed almost like his old self, but the shell closed over.
‘Nennifer’s only weak point is the roof,’ he said. ‘We’ll –’
‘It’s been strengthened since air-floaters were invented,’ said Klarm. ‘And further reinforced since the first thapter appeared.’
‘Then what are we doing here?’ said Yggur. ‘Flydd, all along you claimed that you had a way in. If that’s been closed off …’
‘We’re going in,’ Flydd said savagely, ‘if I have to tear the roof off with my bare hands.’
He looked around him like a jackal and for a moment his eyes flashed red. No one met his gaze. He was a man possessed by a demon.
After a minute or two his fists unclenched and he went on more calmly, ‘There’s a weakness in the roof defences. It occurred to me after we escaped last spring.’
‘What weakness is that?’ said Klarm sharply.
‘The sentinel covering the west fourth, fifth and sixth garrets was incorrectly built into the roof cavity. Its sensing crystals look sideways, not up, leaving a gap large enough to allow the thapter to land on the roof. It would have to be piloted with exquisite precision, of course, but –’
‘The gap isn’t there any more,’ said Klarm. ‘After your escape, Ghorr had the mancer responsible for the watch flayed alive and abandoned in the centre of the Desolation Sink to die. Afterwards I personally checked the roof sentinels, replaced the one you refer to and doubled their number, just to be sure. To be very sure,’ he added, rubbing one horny hand up the other arm. ‘I’m partial to my skin the way it is – in place …’ He trailed off, realising what he’d said.
Flydd’s stare was like shards chipped off the front of a glacier.
‘I beg your pardon, Xervish,’ said Klarm, but Flydd did not reply.
‘So we don’t have a way in,’ said Nish bitterly. ‘We’ve come all this way for nothing –’
No one said anything. Everyone was pointedly avoiding Flydd’s eye. Irisis studied him from the corner of hers. His seamed and puckered face became even more mask-like, though Irisis thought she could see through the cracks. Rage was the one thing keeping him going, and he’d just lost the only chance of dealing with his enemies. He was so overcome that he hadn’t even heard Nish.
‘So we can’t break in and we can’t sneak in,’ said Yggur. ‘I suppose it’s too much to ask that either of you know of a secret entrance or exit for the Council’s convenience?’
‘If there is, none but the Council knows of it,’ said Klarm. ‘But I doubt it very much. There’s no way in or out but the front and rear doors.’
‘What about a gate?’ said Irisis. ‘A portal such as those used in olden times to travel instantly across the world.’
‘All portals failed after the Forbidding was broken,’ said Yggur. ‘And no one knows how to create them anew, or even if it’s possible.’
‘Except the one Tiaan made in Tirthrax to bring the Aachim here. Malien knows how it worked,’ said Nish.
‘That doesn’t mean I could make one, even in Tirthrax,’ said Malien. And here it would be quite impossible.’
‘Yggur, you made a gate during the time of the Mirror,’ Nish persisted. ‘I’ve read about it in the Histories …’
‘Once the Forbidding failed two centuries ago, that way failed with it,’ said Yggur dismissively. ‘I know no other.’
‘Then we’re beaten before we begin,’ said Nish.
No one spoke. The wind shrilled around the hatch of the thapter. Flydd’s head was sunk in despair.
‘What a miserable place,’ said Irisis, shivering. ‘I’m not looking forward to my turn on sentry duty.’
‘I’d better make sure they’ve changed the watch,’ said Yggur, rising painfully and going up the ladder. ‘A man could freeze to death outside without realising it.’
‘He’s looking very weary,’ said Nish after Yggur had gone.
‘I feel the burden too,’ said Klarm.
Malien was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, peeling a warty green fruit the size of