'Oh, f.u.c.king great,' Leki said.

Bon held the flaming torch out towards the room's doorway and the wide hall beyond. The heavy tree roots that had grown through from above were hung shadows waiting to whip. The shaded lines of protruding blocks flickered back and forth as the flame moved in a slight breeze. Old dead Skythe breathing, he thought, and the idea of the land having a breath chilled him to the core.

'Come on,' Leki said. 'Don't show fear.'

'What? That could be anything out there!'

'Don't think so,' she said. She grabbed his hand and, though her palm was slick with sweat, tugged him gently forward, holding the torch before her.

A shape moved sideways into the archway. Bon thought it was an ape of some kind, like the rawpanzies of the Blane Jungles far to the south of New Kotrugam. Sometimes people kept them as pets, and occasionally they were trained as clowns or servants. But this ape was different. Its body was hairless apart from a thatch between its legs and the long, straggly hair reaching its shoulders from its half-bald head. Its features were human, disturbingly so. And Bon could not help thinking that its keening, clicking voice held something that might have been language.

It was staring at Leki, and the growl came again.

'Where are you?' The call came in from the distance, above the cellars in the open ground. Juda.

'Don't shout,' Bon said. 'Don't startle it. I know what this is.'

'I thought I did too, but ...' Leki said.

'Skythian,' Bon said. 'This is what they've become.'

'No,' Leki said, an exhalation of shock and sadness rather than denial.

'Keep your hands fisted,' Bon said. The Skythian was staring at Leki. 'Try not to blink. I don't think it knows quite what you are.'

Bon edged slowly towards the Skythian, fascinated and shocked. Such human traits in something that looked almost animal. It swayed slightly where it stood, glancing back and forth between him and Leki, and he knew not to underestimate it. People he'd spoken to had different ideas of what had become of the denuded Skythian race, and in reality there was no way to say what might happen here. Some stories told of primitive herbivores who haunted their ruined centres of population like the shadows of their dead, brilliant ancestors. Others told of savages, and cannibals. To get out of this alive, Bon had to a.s.sume the worst.

Juda called again, more urgently. The Skythian glanced back and up towards the stairs leading to the surface. And in that glance Bon saw the first hint of intelligence.

Of scheming.

'Leki, get ready to run for the steps,' he muttered, as more shapes appeared out of the dark room behind the first. Four, then six. Most of these were naked as well, but a couple wore rough garments around their loins, and they all carried basic weapons a rocks, spears, blades.

The first Skythian said something in its rattling, deep voice, and though Bon had studied Old Skythian in its written forms, he could not identify any of this language. Their tongue had changed as much as their appearance. He could smell the stink of them, animal and unwashed. They stalked rather than stood, eyes glittering with basic hunger, primeval fear. Civilisation was no longer here, and Bon felt a surge of sadness for these people and their ancestors. Who might you have been? he thought, looking at the first shape. If things had been different, what might you have done? The man growled at Bon, baring his teeth, crouching down as if unsettled by the scrutiny.

'Bon! Leki! We have to move, now!' Juda sounded more urgent than ever, an edge of panic to his voice that ignited panic in Bon.

'Bon ...?'

'When I say run-' Bon began, and then the first Skythian sprang at Leki. She let out a cry and Bon stepped sideways, knocking the leaping shape to one side. The impact was hard, the weight of the skinny thing surprising, and as it sprawled to the ground in a riot of waving limbs its companions started screeching and yelling, high-pitched ululations that hurt Bon's ears.

Shaken, he went to pick up the torch he'd dropped, but the fallen Skythian was quicker. It dragged the torch across the gritty floor and lifted it, waving it back and forth to excite the shadows. The others screeched even more, edging forward, back again, constantly on the verge of leaping into the fray.

Bon knew that if they all came at once, he and Leki would fall beneath them. They might well be a sad echo of what they once were, but they also intended to do him and Leki harm.

Leki stepped forward and waved her knife, slashing at the air in the hope that it would warn them back.

'Bon? Bon Ugane?' Juda's voice was closer, but none of the Skythians seemed to notice. Why use my second name? Bon thought.

Another shape came forward a a woman, thin and wasted a and hacked at the air with her clawed hands, mimicking Leki's movement.

'To the steps!' Bon said. 'You go first, backwards, keep the knife ready.'

'Here!' She threw him her torch and started backing along the hallway to the steps. Bon caught the flaming stick and heaved it back and forth, the flame roaring quietly as it burned the darkness. The Skythians backed away, but there was no fear in their eyes. Bon wasn't certain what he saw there. Not intelligence. But ... a curiosity, and perhaps a desperation to know who and what he and Leki were.

The woman waved her hands again, then reached into her wild hair and withdrew two writhing shapes. She flung them at Bon, and he was so surprised that he backed away and lost his footing, slumping against the hallway's rough wall and feeling age-old plasterwork crumbling beneath his back.

'Snakes!' Juda shouted, and from the corner of his eye Bon saw their guide halfway down the steps.

Bon thrust the torch out and one of the slinky shadows hissed to an end in the flame. Another struck his leg and he kicked it away, waiting for the bite, expecting the cool flush of pain as venom melted his veins and a.s.saulted his organs. But no pain came, and as he found his feet the woman was already reaching into her hair for more.

Something coughed and hissed, and the woman's left forearm shattered in a cloud of blood and fractured bone. She slumped to the floor without a sound. A slick of blood spread quickly across the intricate mosaic floor, painting its new, terrible story across that old one.

Juda was already reloading a new cylinder into his pistol, but Bon knew that their chance was now. The screeching had silenced into shock, and Leki was staring at him, wide-eyed, freckles of blood on her face black in the torchlight.

Bon grabbed her hand and ran, kicking aside the torch wielded by a Skythian man. Juda waved them on and, as they reached the uneven steps and climbed towards daylight, Bon did not feel any sense of escape. He had seen Juda's expression.

'They're here?' he asked.

'Not quite,' Juda said. He stared at Bon strangely, as if seeing him for the first time. He had a smudge on his forehead that might have been blood. 'I saw them on the ridge, and they'll be coming quickly now that they can smell us. They might even see us. So we have to run, not look behind, and you have to trust me completely.'

'We have up to now,' Leki said coldly, but Juda seemed hardly aware of her presence. His eyes glimmered as he stared at Bon, burning with a fire Bon did not know.

'Completely!' Juda emphasised. 'Whatever I tell you to do, whenever, you have to do it if we're going to live. It's ten miles to the gas marshes, maybe more, and they're faster than us.'

'I don't know,' Bon said, and weariness was smothering him. Tired muscles and aching legs, and the weariness of the soul that had been his curse for years. Leki held his hand, squeezed. She doesn't seem even remotely scared, he thought, but he was too distracted to dwell on that right now. Beneath them, he heard the scurrying sounds of Skythians shaking off their shock and coming in pursuit. Above, the slayers had his scent in their nostrils, and would not stop until they could smell his spilled blood. Hopelessness hung heavy, misting the air like the Skythian woman's blood when Juda had killed her.

But then Juda said something that lifted that weight for ever.

'Venden Ugane,' he said.

'Venden?' Bon gasped.

'Living to the north. And we can find him, if we shake the slayers.'

'Venden is alive?' Unreality struck Bon, swirling him in its dizzying embrace. My son. My son!

'No time now.' Juda remained motionless for just a moment, wide eyes still on Bon as if he saw something more than human, and greater than everything he sought. Then he turned and ran, and Bon and Leki had no choice but to follow.

'Come on,' Leki said.

'But Venden?' I haven't told Juda his name.

Leki offered him a tentative, confused smile. Her eyes were alight. She wasn't really scared back there at all, Bon thought, and she still seemed rich with potential she had not exposed. A stranger, she had layers he had barely touched.

Blazing sunlight did nothing to lessen the sense of doom closing in, and could not match the fire of hope that had been ignited in Bon Ugane once more.

Bon's first act as they rushed across the uneven ground of the ruined settlement was to look back. Through the spa.r.s.e trees, past the tumbled buildings that hid subterranean secrets, he could see the gentle slope of the valley's side. He scanned left to right and back again but could see no sign of movement. That did not mean they weren't there. It only meant that the slayers were either moving covertly, or were already too low down to the valley floor for him to see them.

If that were the case, they were closer even than Juda had hinted.

Bon thought of Venden, why he could be here, how ... and it made no sense! If he'd been arrested and deported, Bon would have surely heard news of that. If the Guild of Inventors had turned him in for his seditious thoughts and opinions, there would have been at least a whisper of events, and more likely a shout. The Guild's public face projected a crisp clean image, though any organisation that old surely possessed dark secrets. They would have taken advantage of the revelation that one of their most promising students had betrayed his religion and country, and that he had been discovered and expelled because of those crimes. They would have made an example of him.

It was always something smaller, Bon had believed. A kidnapping by his Guild tutor, a murder, his body thrown into the river.

And now Juda, a stranger, said that he was here.

Bon had so many questions, but hardly any breath with which to ask them. They would have to wait. It had been three years, and now it would have to be a little while longer.

But the mere thought of his son being here a the possibility, however remote and unlikely a had galvanised Bon, and he felt a newfound urgency surging through his muscles. Juda led, Leki followed, and Bon followed her, enjoying the impact of his feet against the soil because that grounded him, relishing the burning in his lungs as he drew shallow, fast breaths because that told him he was still alive and striving to remain so.

Beyond the ruins the landscape changed, becoming less uneven and easier to navigate. Easier for them, too, Bon thought, and he risked another glance back.

Three Skythians stood atop one of the ruins, slouched now and unmoving as they watched the escapees fleeing across the fields. Bon had seen gargoyles similar to these on the taller Fade churches of New Kotrugam, statues of Kolts cast into the walls of G.o.dliness to evoke the power of faith over faithlessness. One of them stood straighter as if he or she had heard a noise, turned its head, and- Bon tripped and sprawled, grunting as he stumbled against a fallen tree trunk and struck it with his left shoulder. He rolled and came to rest on his back. Leki pulled him up again.

'Juda's not slowing.'

They stood, Bon shaken, and Juda was sprinting away from them.

'Don't look back!' Juda said. He'd shifted his direction slightly, and now ran even faster. 'Every ... moment counts. Got to get ... somewhere.'

They sprinted side by side after Juda. He led them across the undulating fields, places where perhaps the residents of the ruined village they had just left had once grown crops and tended their cattle, but which now were wild. Small creatures scurried through the gra.s.s away from them, heard but unseen. Startled birds took flight. Bon's heart thundered with exertion and fear, surprise and excitement. Memories of his son came unbidden and with a flaming intensity. But the timescale of these memories was confused. Because I always want him with me, Bon often thought. Because I never want to let him go.

'Ahead,' Juda gasped. Even he was panting now. 'Those trees ... we need to get in there before ... they see us.'

'Red fruits?' Leki asked, and Bon saw the trees she meant a short, squat, branches heavy with what from this distance looked like an abundance of red apples.

'Not fruit,' Juda said. 'Run.'

The trees grew in a wide clump at the edge of the river's flood plain, and beyond the copse Bon could see the hillside rising out of the valley, speckled with rocky outcroppings and swathes of purple and brown heathers. As they closed on the trees he risked another glance back, and they had run so far that it took him a few moments to place the ruined village.

'Hurry!' Juda said. He was beneath the first few trees now, leaning against a trunk and looking around in a panic, and Leki joined him, pressing her forehead against a tree and breathing hard.

Bon walked backwards towards them, scanning the valley floor until he made out the humps of the tumbled village. The three Skythians were still there, stick figures atop one of the humps. If he hadn't known what they were he'd have thought them bushes or trees.

They fell out of sight, as if startled.

And then he saw the slayers.

He dropped to the ground and crawled backwards beneath the tree canopy, only standing when he was well within their shade.

'They're so fast,' he said softly. And they were. They seemed to be outrunning their shadows, loping across the gra.s.sland like the red lyons Bon had seen in captivity in New Kotrugam. From this distance it was difficult to make out any detail, but they moved with an inhuman gait. They pounded the ground with heavy feet, as if it too was a target.

'Find sticks,' Juda said. 'The longer and thicker, the better.'

'We're going to fight them with sticks?' Bon said.

'No. Here.' Juda lobbed a stick at him, and Bon s.n.a.t.c.hed it from the air, wielding it and feeling like all the G.o.ds' fools in one.

'Those aren't fruits,' Leki said. She'd been looking up, not across the plain at their pursuers, and now Bon followed her gaze.

'Stark blight eggs,' Juda said. He found another stick and handed it to Leki, who took it without looking. 'I was once close to the Engine I told you about, and I credit the worst pain of my life with driving me to where it lay hidden. One of these ...' a he nodded at one of the shiny red eggs, hanging very much like fruit, but spiked for protection and slightly opaque. There was something moving inside a '... burst against my cheek. The thing inside slithered down my neck and got caught in my collar, and by the time I plucked it out and threw it over the cliff it had stung me enough times to drive me mad. When I regained consciousness I was on the beach, close to-'

'f.u.c.k the Engine for now,' Leki said. 'What do we do here?' She was looking past Bon urgently, and he glanced over his shoulder. He could differentiate between the male and female slayers now. Evil and ugly in different ways.

'They're weak and disorientated when they emerge,' Juda said. 'But that doesn't last for long.' He knocked one of the bulging red eggs with his stick, and when it split open he ran.

Bon had an instant to see what came out, and to try and make out what it was. He'd never heard of stark blights, and the glimpse he caught gave him few clues as to what species they might be. There was a flutter of what could have been wings, the snap of a beak or claws, the sinuous remnant of a neck or body. Pale red, streaked purple, fluid accompanied it to the ground as it slipped from its egg, like a haze of gas easing it down. Moments after it hit the gra.s.s it gave a cry or a growl, like serrated metal grinding across stone, and then Bon was following Leki and Juda into the trees.

They ran line abreast, careful not to stray into each other's paths. The eggs were everywhere, and the problem wasn't so much aiming as avoiding them with other parts of their bodies. They hung heavy and low from some of the lower branches, and Bon had no wish to touch them with his hands or bare forearms, or his face. He watched the ground for obstructions, swung the stick, felt it striking branches and leaves and eggs, saw the things falling from the corner of his eye, and ran on, listening to their deep scratching calls as they stirred behind him.

They reached a clearer area where a rough circle of stones surrounded a flat rock. Whatever it had been was long lost to antiquity, but Juda paused and turned, eyes wide as he looked past Bon and down through the woods. Bon and Leki followed his gaze.

The woods sloping downhill to the plain seemed tainted red. The air hung heavy with it, a drifting mist that was staining trees and lower plants a light pink. Floating through these faint clouds, the stark blights.

'Won't they just run around?' Leki asked.

'This close to us, I'm hoping their caution is lessened,' Juda said. 'Hoping they're blinded by ...'

Juda was staring at Bon again, but now his eyes were wider. 'Keep still! And don't-'

Bon felt movement in his hair. He slapped at it with his hand, and the stark blight wrapped filaments around his fingers, stinging the back of his hand, his palm, his wrist, and he could feel its toxins pumping along the veins in his arm, a slick of heat that set fire to his hand and moved quickly up towards his elbow.

He glared at Juda, trying not to scream.

Leki came at him, then Juda. Though Bon knew they were talking he could not hear, because his heart was thudding so hard it was all he heard. His treacherous heart, pumping the fury about his body and setting fires.

Bon dropped his stick and fell, thinking, Not again! And as he felt the power of the scream leaving his throat the pain exploded, and his heart beat him into darkness.

Chapter 8.

breaking Darkness was closing, and Juda felt the familiar madness readying to take him. He had often cursed his heritage and the tainted sleep it gave him, but he would never curse the magic that aggravated the condition. Especially now, when the man he carried might lead him to discover the greatest source of magic there might be anywhere in the world a a dead G.o.d, risen.

Juda had smoked his final scamp cigar, and if they had time he could have searched for more scamp growing between the moist roots of trees. He was sure he had seen some moths fluttering from leaf to leaf as they'd worked their way uphill. But there was no time.

If they did not reach the gas marshes by nightfall, and find somewhere to hide away, it would be the end. He could not accept the end when he was so close to a new beginning.

Juda had never been a strong man, but his strength and stamina now came from a bitter determination. Bon lay slung over his right shoulder, head nodding against his back as Juda planted foot after foot and lifted himself up the hillside. Leki was behind him, helping him as much as she could by pushing against his lower back. She was not so much lifting him as propelling him forward, and her effort aided more than he could have hoped. It was the physical contribution that helped, but also the simple fact that they had the same aim. Juda had always been a loner, but he was finding this company pleasing.

Wrench Arcs craved no company save that of magic. Perhaps, after all, he had some way yet to go.