men, but they are more like animals.'
'What are their women like? Are they like animals too?' Pinn asked, nudging Malvery in the ribs.
Hodd merely looked puzzled. 'Their . . . women?'
'What happened to the beast-men who lived here?' Frey asked, changing the subject before Pinn could get really lewd.
Hodd sniffed. 'Perhaps driven away by a rival tribe. They are a violent sort.'
'Cap'n!' Jez called. She was waving from the doorway of a hut.
Hodd rolled his eyes. 'Must we waste all this time? I told you, there's nothing you'll find that the Explorer's Guild doesn't already know. Beast-men have been thoroughly, thoroughly researched. There's simply nothing more to say! An exploratory dead-end!'
'Ah, let 'em have their fun,' said Grist. He spat out the butt of a cigar and put a fresh one in his mouth.
'Ooh, look at this! Look at that!' Hodd mocked sourly, in cruel imitation. 'There's nothing worse than watching amateur explorers at work.'
Frey walked over to Jez and joined her inside the hut. It was little more than a circular wall with a floor of mud and rotted rushes, but unlike the others, its roof was still mostly intact. Whatever had been inside had long disappeared.
Jez was crouching by a wall, holding a broken necklace of coloured stone. Frey took it from her.
'Genuine beast-man necklace,' he said. 'Nice work, Jez. Might be worth something.'
'Have it if you want, Cap'n, but that wasn't what I called you over for. Look.'
He crouched down next to her. There was a small circle of stones on one side of the hut, and a shallow fire-pit with the remains of a fire inside. She held her hand over it. 'Still warm.'
Frey tried it too. Faint heat came from the embers. He sat back on his haunches. 'Huh,' he said, neutrally. 'Place isn't as deserted as we thought, maybe?'
'I think they were passing through. Took shelter here last night.'
Frey thought about that for a moment, then got to his feet. 'You want this necklace or not?'
Jez waved him away. 'It's yours.'
Frey walked back to Grist, running the necklace through his hands. Grist was smoking, as ever. Hodd tapped his feet impatiently and looked skyward.
'Oh! A necklace!' Hodd crowed. 'Just like the other thousand in the Explorer's Guild archives.'
Frey ignored his tone. 'How much do you think it's worth?'
'That? Next to nothing. If it doesn't come with an Explorer's Guild Seal of Certification, there's no way to convince anyone it's not some fake.'
'Seal of Certification?'
'And they'll only give you that if they've first given your expedition a Seal of Recognition.'
'Seal of Recognition?'
'And they only give that to people who can afford their extortionate membership fees and who are willing to pay them a tithe on all expedition profits.'
'And I'm guessing you haven't been paying?'
Hodd sniffed. 'I'm a little behind.'
Frey rolled his eyes and tossed the necklace over his shoulder.
'Might I have a word, Frey?' Grist said. He and Frey walked away a short distance.
'What's on your mind?' Frey asked.
Grist pointed with the two fingers that held his cigar. A short way off, Crake was leaning against a tree, throwing up.
'Your daemonist. He is gonna be able to do what he says, ain't he?'
'Don't worry about that,' said Frey. 'Not a lock in the world that Crake can't get through, given time and tools.'
'Aye,' said Grist, doubtfully. 'Well, I hope so.'
'Did you know there are still beast-men around here?' Frey asked.
'Fascinatin',' said Grist, not fascinated at all. 'If they show their faces, we'll kill 'em. Now round up your crew, eh? We'd best get going.'
Hodd hadn't been exaggerating his skill at pathfinding. He strode confidently ahead of the group, leading them through passes, across streams, up slopes. 'Ah, yes,' he'd say to himself. 'Quite, quite.' After several hours of that, he stopped on a low ridge and put his hands on his hips. 'Here we are.'
Frey was next to join him on the ridge. He swung off his pack, dumped it on the ground and stretched. 'So we are,' he said. 'Good job, Hodd.'
The ridge was six or seven metres above the forest floor. Before them was a narrow, tree-choked defile hemmed in by steep mountain walls on three sides. Clearly visible in the undergrowth was the vast black flank of an aircraft.
It was the size of a Navy frigate at least, and possibly bigger. Most of it was obscured by the trees that had grown up around it, but Frey could clearly see a great split in its hull, bent girders rusting beneath. There was