Chaos Walking: The Complete Trilogy (157 page)

I cut him off. I open my voice again to the Land. I tell them to pick up their pace.

And then a strange sound rises from the voice of the Source–

{V
IOLA
}

I jump at the sound of the shot, expecting the same burning I felt through my middle when Davy Prentiss shot me–

But I feel nothing–

I open my eyes, which I hadn’t even realized I’d closed–

Captain Tate’s flat on his back, an arm twisted across his chest, a bullet hole in his forehead–

“Stop!” I shout, whirling round to see who fired, but all I see are confused faces among the women and men with guns–

And Wilf standing over next to Lee.

And Lee with a rifle in his hands.

“Did I get him?” Lee says. “Wilf aimed for me.”

I look immediately back at the soldiers, all of them heavily armed, all of them still holding their guns–

All of them blinking strangely, like they’re just waking up, some of them looking outright confused–

“I’m not sure they were following him voluntarily,” Bradley says.

“But was it Captain Tate?” I ask. “Or the Mayor
through
Captain Tate?”

And you can hear the soldier’s Noises getting louder, clearer, as they look at the frightened faces of the people on the hilltop, the faces they were about to fire on–

And you can even hear the worry of the ones at the back as the river rushes perilously close to them.

“We’ve got food,” Mistress Lawson shouts, coming out of the crowd. “And we’ll start making tents for any man who’s lost his home.” She crosses her arms. “Which is all of us now, I reckon.”

And I look at the soldiers and I realize she’s right.

They’re not soldiers any more.

Somehow, they’re just men again.

Lee comes over to me with Wilf, Wilf’s Noise showing him the way. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” I say, seeing myself in Wilf’s Noise and then in Lee’s. “Thank you.”

“Welcome,” Wilf says. “What happens now?”

“The Mayor’s gone to the ocean,” I say. “We need to get there.”

Though with how heavy Acorn is still breathing beneath me, I’m not sure how he’s going to be able to–

Bradley makes a sudden, loud gasping sound and drops Angharrad’s reins, reaching up both hands to the sides of his head, his eyes bulging open wide–

And a sound, a strange, strange sound echoes through his Noise, unintelligible as language or image, just
sound–

“Bradley?” I say.

“They’re coming,”
Bradley says, in a voice that’s his own but also more, echoing weird and loud across the hilltop, his eyes unfocused and black, not seeing anything before him.
“THEY’RE COMING!”

(THE SKY)

What was that?
I demand of the Source.
What have you done?

I peer deep into his voice, searching for what the sound was–

And I see it there–

And I am too shocked at first to be rightfully angry.

How?
I show.
How can you do that?

I was speaking the voice,
he says, looking dazed.
The voice of this world.

Echoing through him is a language not of the Land but not quite of the Clearing either, some deeper combination of the Clearing’s spoken language and the Land’s voice but sent along the Pathways, along
new
Pathways–

Along
Clearing
Pathways–

My voice narrows.
How?

I think it’s been in us all along,
he shows, breathing heavy,
but until you opened my voice, we weren’t capable. I think Bradley must be a natural Pathway–

You warned them,
I show angrily.

I had to,
the Source says.
I had no choice.

I raise the acid rifle and point it at him.

If killing me will give you vengeance,
he shows,
if it’ll stop this march that’s death to us all, then kill me. I’ll gladly make that sacrifice.

And I see in his voice that he tells the truth. I see him thinking of the Knife, of Todd, with that love again, that feeling that will say goodbye if it means saving the Knife, I hear it echoing through him like the information he sent before–

No,
I show and lower my weapon. I feel his voice rise in hope.
No,
I show again,
you will come with us and watch their end.
I turn away and resume a faster march than before.
You will come with us and watch the Knife die.

{V
IOLA
}

“They’re coming,” Bradley whispers.

“Who?” I say. “The Spackle?”

He nods, still dazed. “All of them,” he says. “Every single one.”

There’s immediate gasping from the people nearest us and the Noise of the men spreads it even faster.

Bradley swallows. “It was Ben. He told me.”

“What? How–?”

“No idea.” He shakes his head. “Did no one else hear it?”

“No,” Lee says. “But who cares, is it true?”

Bradley nods. “I’m sure it is.” He looks at the crowds on the hilltop. “They’re coming to attack.”

“Then we’ve got to put up a defence,” Lee says, already turning to the soldiers, most of them still standing there aimless. “Get back into line! Get that artillery ready! The Spackle are on their way!”

“Lee!” I shout after him. “We can’t even
hope
to beat that many–”

“No,” he says, turning back, his Noise aiming right at me. “But we can buy you enough time to get to the ocean.”

This stops me.

“Getting the Mayor is the only way this is going to end,” he says. “And you gotta figure Todd has a role in it, too.”

I look at Bradley, desperate. I look around at all the faces on the hilltop, all the ragged, tired faces that have somehow survived this long, through all these trials, waiting to see if this really is their final hour. A thick fog is rapidly spiralling in from the valley below, muffling everything, covering it all in a gauzy white haze, and they stand in it like ghosts.

“Giving them the Mayor could really stop this,” Bradley says.

“But,” I say, looking down at Acorn, who’s still breathing heavy, and I can see the foamy sweat rising up on his flanks. “The horses need rest. They can’t possibly–”

Girl colt
, Acorn says, head down at the ground.
Go. Go now.

Spackle
, Angharrad says, also heaving.
Save boy colt.

“Acorn–” I say.

Go NOW
, he says again, more strongly.

“Go,” Lee says. “Save Todd. You might save all of us, too.”

I look down at him. “Can you lead an army, Lee?”

“Why not?” he smiles. “Everyone else has had a shot.”

“Lee–” I start to say–

“No need,” he says, reaching out to sort of touch my leg but not quite. “I know.” And then he turns back to the soldiers. “I said get back into line!”

And what do you know? They start doing it.

“Try for peace if you can,” I say to Wilf. “Stall them, tell them we’ll bring them the Mayor, keep as many people alive as possible–”

Wilf nods. “Will do. Yoo take care of yourself, ya hear?”

“I will, Wilf,” I say and I take one last look at Lee, at Wilf, at the people on the hilltop.

I wonder if I’m ever going to see any of them again.

“The road’s under water,” Bradley says. “We’re going to have to take the hills and ride through the trees.”

I lean down between Acorn’s ears. “Are you
sure
about this?”

Girl colt
, he coughs.
Ready
.

And that’s all there is. That’s all that’s left.

Bradley and Angharrad and Acorn and I take off through the trees, flat out towards the ocean.

Not knowing what we’ll find there.

[T
ODD
]

I blink my eyes open, pain throbbing in my head. I make to sit up from where I’m laying down but I’m tied down tight.

“Nothing to see anyway, Todd,” the Mayor says as my surroundings start to come into focus. “We’re in an abandoned chapel in an abandoned village on an abandoned coast.” I hear him sigh. “Pretty much the story of our time on this planet, eh?”

I try raising my head and this time it comes up. I’m on a long stone table, cracked at one corner by my left foot, and I see the stone pews along the floor, a white New World and its two moons carved in the far wall in front of a podium where a preacher would stand, and another wall that’s half-collapsed, letting the snow in.

“So many important things have happened to you in churches,” he says, “I thought it only fitting to bring you to one for what is either your last chapter.” He steps closer. “Or your first.”

“You let me go,” I say, concentrating to control him but my head feels so
heavy
. “You let me go and fly us both back there. We can still stop all this.”

“Oh, it’s not going to be that easy, Todd,” he smiles, taking out a small metal box. He presses it and it projects an image in the air, one full of white fog and churning smoke.

“I don’t see nothing,” I say.

“One moment,” he says, still smiling. The image shifts and shimmers under the fog–

And then for a second it breaks–

And there’s the Spackle, marching along the hilltops–

And there are so many of ’em–

A whole worldful–

“Marching towards the hilltop,” the Mayor says. “Where they will find that my army has already despatched my enemies there before continuing their march here.” He turns to me. “Where we will have our last battle.”

“Where’s Viola?” I say, trying to prime my voice for an attack with her name.

“I’m afraid the probes lost track of her in the fog,” he says, pressing buttons to show me the different views of the valley, all hidden by fog and smoke, with fires in the only clear spaces, burning in a huge way to the north.

“Let me go.”

“All in good time, Todd. Now–”

He stops and looks into the air, his face momentarily troubled, but not by nothing going on this room. He turns back to the probe projeckshun but it’s still all fog and there ain’t nothing to see there.

VIOLA!
I think right at him, hoping he don’t hear it coming.

He barely flinches, just stares up into empty space again, his frown getting deeper and deeper. And then he heads outta the little chapel thru the collapsed wall, leaving me there, tied fast to the table, shivering in the cold, feeling like I weigh a ton.

I just lie there heavy for a long while, longer than I want, trying to think of her out there, trying to think of all the people who’re gonna die if I don’t move.

And then I slowly start trying to get myself free.

(THE SKY)

The fog is thick as a white night now and the Land marches only according to its voice, tied together, showing us our way as we near the hilltop, coming through the trees–

And I order the battlehorn to be blown–

The sound spills out into the world, and even from a distance we can hear the Clearing’s terror at it–

I press my battlemore on, faster through the forest, feeling the pace of the Land pick up behind me. I am at the front of the guard now, the Source still with me, ahead of the first of our soldiers, their fires lit and ready to be shot, and behind them–

Behind them the entire voice of the Land–

Quickening its stride–

Nearly there,
I show to the Source, as we pass through a deserted Clearing farm swamped by receding waters and on up through a dense forest–

We march through it, faster, faster still–

The voices of the Clearing hear us coming now, hear our voice, hear our
innumerable
voice bearing down on them, hear the battlehorn blown again–

And we march onto a small flat of land and up through another rise–