Down Station (34 page)
Authors: Simon Morden
Crows sounded incredulous. ‘You would give me the maps? All of them?’
‘After we’d made copies and checked them, why not? Like I said, we don’t want to spend them. We want to use them to find our way. In the meantime, you can make sure we’re not mugged by some other bunch of thieves.’
‘Why not copy the maps here?’ asked Elena.
‘It’s not like we can pop to the shops for a pad of A4 and a packet of biros,’ said Dalip. ‘Paper-making is going to happen in only a very few places here. We may as well go to one of them.’
She nodded, satisfied with his explanation, and his plan. ‘Okay. I trust you, and if you say he comes, he comes.’
‘I do not trust him,’ said Luiza. ‘At all. Leave him here to rot.’
‘I don’t trust him either,’ said Dalip. ‘But I still think we can work together.’
Mama humphed and put her hands on her hips. ‘Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. And I’m figuring that you’ve been doing a lot of fooling, Mr Crows, and you don’t know when to stop. Oh, I’m sure you’re full of stories and helpful advice, and who knows, some of it, even most of it, may be true. But at heart, you’re a liar and a thief. You’re not going to change that any time soon, and being so close to so much treasure is going to be such a temptation, that apple Eve offered Adam is going to look like wormwood after a while. Mark my words, this man is not to be trusted with anything important.’
Crows looked sourly at the ground. ‘That is harsh, to have all your faults laid out before you. But, good lady, I cannot deny that you are right. My nature is to betray those who trust me, eventually, when it will do them most damage. I will leave you now, and wish you well. Perhaps we will meet again, under different circumstances.’
Head still down, he started to walk away, and only stopped when Mary started her slow hand-clap.
‘Brilliant. I know they don’t have telly here, but you’d get some sort of top award for that speech.’
‘I do not know what you mean, Mary.’
‘Course you don’t. Come back, Crows.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘You’ll follow us every step of the way, no matter what we want. So the only way to stop you is to break your legs. What we have are two votes for, and two against. You need to convince me you’re worth the bother.’
He scratched at his chin. ‘I do not think I can,’ he said eventually. ‘Your friend was most eloquent and perceptive. I am all that she says I am.’
‘It’s me you hurt the most. But it’s me you helped the most. I’m not going to say I’ll trust you, but I am prepared to have you along. A deal’s a deal, right? You can have the maps after we’ve finished with them, and not before.’
‘I do not know what to say. I do not deserve such kindness, such mercy.’
‘No. No, you don’t. Just try not to get us all killed.’
‘I will make every effort to deliver you safe to the White City.’
‘Which probably is as good an offer as we’re going to get.’
The sky above the trees began to lighten, and the crows chattered to each other. The eclipse was almost over. Colour flooded the forest. What had been shades of grey were now greens and browns, the orange of the others’ overalls, and the red of her dress. Crows’ skin glowed.
‘Why don’t we see what everyone’s been fighting over?’ Dalip slid off the crate, and pulled at the stiff metal hasp on the lid. ‘Wouldn’t it be funny if it was empty?’
‘No,’ said Mary and Crows simultaneously, urgently.
‘It was just a joke.’
The hinges creaked, and they all peered in. It was stuffed with rolls and folded squares of parchment.
‘That’s …’ said Mary. ‘Even I know that’s a fuck-load of maps. Where do we even start with them?’
She reached in and picked out the top leaf. When she opened it up, she saw that it was hers. She flattened it out on top of the pile. The others, not knowing that she’d drawn it, pointed out the features that they thought they recognised.
Dalip put his finger on the symbol she’d used for the door to Down Station.
‘There,’ he said. ‘We know where that is, and where it led. Everything else has to fit around that fixed point. So that’s where we have to start.’
She folded the map back up, and closed the lid. They’d come with nothing. Now they were rich. Powerful, even. She wasn’t used to the idea of that. She was someone, even if she wasn’t a queen. Not yet, anyway.
The box had a rope handle on each end. She lifted one, and waited for someone to take the other. It was Crows.
‘Which way?’
The birds above them exploded outwards in a flurry of beating black wings, and after a moment, Crows nodded.
‘That way.’
They set off, as if they did this all the time: a man who could turn into a serpent, a girl who could turn into a hawk, and a boy who slew monsters.
‘This White City,’ asked Dalip. ‘Why do they call it that?’
‘It is made of white stone, cut and dressed by men. It is the only place I know of which is not a gift of Down. Eventually, everyone goes to the White City. They seek answers.’
‘Do they find them?’
‘Mostly no. And that is why they eventually leave again.’
Mary looked around at Crows. ‘So tell me why we’re going again?’
‘Because this time, we might be the ones with the answers.’
Crows was serious. At least, he was faking serious really well.
‘Portals do not close, Mary. If they do, then it is not this world which is ending. It is London and the world we left. What can we learn, and what can we do? Who knows?’ He shrugged. ‘We will find out when we reach the White City.’
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