Foundryside (The Founders Trilogy #1) - Robert Jackson Bennett Page 0,115

whipped about by a storm—but there was no wind, at least not that strong.

Please, no, thought Sancia. Not him. Anyone but him.

The man-thing slowly started to rotate to face her. The sound of flapping wings was deafening now, as if the night sky were thick with invisible butterflies.

Terror filled her, wordless and shrieking and mad. No! No, I can’t! I can’t let him see me, I can’t LET HIM SEE ME!

The thing raised a black hand, fingers extended to the sky. The air quaked, and the sky shuddered.

Then there was a tremendous crack sound, and the vision faded.

* * *

She was back in the office, on her knees. Her stomach was boiling with nausea, and there was vomit on the floor—but she was back in her own body.

she thought—though she already suspected.

He didn’t answer.

“What the hell was that sound?” said a voice beyond the office door.

She froze, listening.

“The damn lamp column fell over outside! It fell over the walls and into the yard!”

she asked.

he said, though his voice was very small.

Sancia stumbled forward and slipped through the door to the empty adjoining office. She climbed up onto the desk just as she heard a knock. “Miss?” called a voice. “Miss? We need to come in and get something off the desk. Don’t be alarmed, please.”

“Shit,” muttered Sancia. She leapt up, grabbed the window, and hauled herself through the top. Then she slipped out, gripped the edge of the building, and started to climb up to the fourth floor.

She heard a voice cry, “What in hell? What happened here! Wake the girl up, now, now!”

She crawled through the fourth-floor window and started sprinting back toward the maintenance shaft. About halfway there she heard the floor below erupt in shouting.

said Clef quietly.

she said, leaping into the shaft.

* * *

Berenice exhaled with relief as she watched Sancia clamber back through the fourth-floor window. The half-melted base of the lamp tower was still glowing a cheerful red before her. She’d never intended to use the wand for this, and scrupulously made a note of this new application.

Then she heard the shouts from over the walls—guards, probably. And soon they’d be coming out to see what had happened.

“Shit,” said Berenice. She ran for the canal.

* * *

Sancia dropped down the lexicon shaft as fast as she could, leaping from rung to rung until she came to the ground floor. Then she staggered back down the passageways, heading to the rubbish room in the basement, where Berenice had so adeptly carved the hole in the wall.

She could hear footsteps in the hallways behind her and above her, men shouting and doors flying open. She ran as fast as she could, but her head felt slow and sluggish. She tasted blood in her mouth and realized her nose was bleeding quite a lot.

I hope I don’t goddamn bleed out before I make it out of here, she thought wearily. Not after all this work.

Then she heard a voice far behind her: “Stop! Stop, you!”

She looked over her shoulder and saw an armored guard standing far down at the end of the passageway behind her. She saw him lift his espringal, and leapt behind a corner just as a scrived bolt shrieked down the hallway, cracking into the wall on the far end. Scrumming terrible place to dodge shots, she thought. But she had no choice: she flung herself back around the corner and sprinted for the door to the rubbish bin.

“She’s here, she’s here!” screamed the guard.

She reached the metal door, threw it open, and leapt into the darkness, slamming the door behind her. She fumbled down the dark steps to the hole in the wall, half-worried she’d fall off the walkway into the piles of scrap metal below. Then there was a harsh crack-crack-crack, and the room filled with weak light. She looked back to see the door behind now had three large holes in it, undoubtedly put there by scrived bolts.

God, they’ll tear through that in a second! she thought.

“Come on!” hissed a voice in the darkness. “Come on!”

She turned and saw a light on the far wall—Berenice’s scrived light, shining through the hole she’d made. Sancia leapt down the steps and threw herself through the breach.

“We won’t run