The Crucible of the Dragon God (13 page)

Both of them then turned to take in their surrounding. Or rather lack of them.

Wherever they were, it certainly
looked
like the afterlife. At least if one subscribed to the idea of it being some almost featureless limbo; dark, unoccupied and silent. The kind of place where one might wander until the Gods had counted up your good beads and bad beads on their divine abacus, or whatever the hells it was they did. It certainly
felt
like the afterlife, at least in the sense that her arrival here had left her rather numb. The one thing it didn't do was
smell
like the afterlife. But, to be honest, that was more likely to be Jengo Pim.

No wait
, Kali thought,
and sniffed her underarm. Okay, it had been something of an energetic twenty four hours
.

"What," Pim said slowly, "just happened?"

Kali remembered the
Underlook'
s turret room; a series of fleeting images that included the fireball, Sonpear shouting a warning cry, and then him staring her in the face, shoving her back into Pim,
hard
. The shock she had felt in that moment - that Sonpear was saving his own skin - didn't tally with the look she saw on his face. It no longer struck her as homicidal but somehow desperate, as if the mage were doing the only thing he could in the circumstances.

"I think he pushed us..." Kali said, vaguely.

"Oh, the bastard pushed us all right. Right into an early grave."

"Do you
feel
dead?"

Pim looked himself up and down, patted his arms and legs and chest, frowned slightly when he noticed one of his sleeves was smoking gently. He patted it down. "Well, no, but..."

"Like I said, I think he pushed us out of the way.
Magically
, I mean. I think we're somewhere else."

Pim took a moment to absorb what Kali said. "Somewhere else? This looks like nowhere."

"That's exactly where I think it is. Nowhere. I think this is Domdruggle's Expanse."

"Who's what?"

"Domdruggle. His expanse. It's
another place
- an echo of our own, existing on a different plane. At least that's how the story goes. It's very old, supposed to be something of a myth."

Pim shrugged. "Something of a boring myth, if you ask me."

"No, we're just becoming acclimatised to it." She stared out into the dark. "Look, Pim.
Look
."

The thieves' guild leader followed Kali's gaze, where shapes were indeed forming out of the nothingness, but instead of displaying an expression of wonderment, he frowned.

"You said it was an echo of our plane of existence. But if we're still where we were, it looks nothing like it."

"No, it doesn't, does it?" Kali said, smiling. She continued to gaze into the darkness, making out rolling fields, and vast fortresses and soaring towers in the distance. Things other than clouds or birds scudded across the sky.

Great, winged things. "That's because we're looking at the distant past."

"Are you telling me we've travelled through time?"

Kali shook her head. "Nope, we're exactly
when
we were. This is what Andon looked like when Domdruggle conjured the echo. Of course there was no Andon then, only the cities of the elves and the dwarves..."

She trailed off, her wonderment at what she was seeing coupled with the promise of what she could explore out there leaving her speechless. She almost left Pim and walked off into the ghostly landscape.

"So this is the time of the Old Races?" Pim asked.

"The memory of it. I wonder what day it was, what season, what year?
When
in their calendar was this?" She gazed up at the stars to see how different from her own time they were, but instead of seeing the stars saw something else, and gasped.

Kerberos loomed above, twice, three times the size it should have been. So immense its sphere was almost enveloping the planet, creating an eerie fogginess to the light. And that light was not the azure light they were used to but a deep, blood red.

"My Gods!"

"That doesn't look right," Pim observed, bleakly. "It's like it's
swallowing
Twilight."

Kali nodded. "I think this might be the End Time."

"End Time?"

"The time when the elves and the dwarves died. When the Old Races disappeared."

"What? You're saying that Kerberos
killed
them?"

Kali shook her head, not sure what to think. When she spoke, it was almost in a whisper. "I don't know. But by the looks of things I'd be willing to guess it had
something
to do with it."

"Perhaps one day soon, you should find out what, Kali Hooper," a voice said.

"What?
What
?"

"What?" Pim echoed. It seemed that he had heard nothing.

Kali rubbed the side of her skull, feeling a strange irritation, almost a scratching within.

"Awe inspiring, isn't it?" the voice said again, and this time it sounded more familiar. "Some say the whole expanse exists on the head of a pin."

"Sonpear?" Kali said.

"Sonpear?" Pim repeated.

"My apologies for your abrupt departure. In the circumstances, I am afraid I acted instinctively, my magic reflecting what was on my mind."

"Hey, don't worry about it," Kali said.

"You're talking to Sonpear?" Pim chipped in again.

"Yes!" Kali snapped. And then more slowly: "Although I'm not sure how."

"'Sending' and 'receiving' is my trade, Miss Hooper. Or had you forgotten?"

Kali hadn't. Sonpear's abilities as a telescrying spy had helped lead the Final Faith to the Clockwork King. She just hadn't realised his talents were quite so powerful.

"It isn't exactly telepathy," Sonpear went on, and Kali could almost
hear
a smile in his voice. "But I challenge any thaumaturgist to explain to me the difference."

"So you're a man of many talents. Does one of them include a way of getting us back from where you've sent us?"

"Do you not prefer to remain where it is safe? Do you not yearn to explore your new environment?"

Oh, Kali yearned to explore, all right - very much. But she also knew that now was not the time to do so. As it happened, Pim vocalised the question she was about to ask.

"How bad is the
Underlook
? How are our people?" he shouted into the air, turning as he did as if that might help Sonpear hear him better.

"There are no casualties. The fireball destroyed the hotel tower in quite dramatic fashion but the resulting damage was, thankfully, localised."

"I asked you a question! Answer me, dammit!"

"Um, I think only I can hear him," Kali pointed out.

Pim faltered. "Oh, right. Well, then, what did he say?"

"The fireball blew the roof off but, otherwise, everyone's all right."

"The turret's gone?" Pim said and, clearly thinking of his collection, his face darkened. "When this is over, I am going to sue the wands off those bastards in the League."

"
When
this is over. And somehow I don't think it will be unless we stop it."

"I'd welcome any suggestions as to what we can do," Pim said.

"Wait," Kali said, and then addressed Sonpear. "Earlier you said 'what was on your mind'? We were talking about weapons, Sonpear, so why should that make you think of this place? Are the weapons here?"

Sonpear sighed. "Among countless other artefacts. The Expanse was considered by the Guild to be a safe depository for such items, yes."

Kali remembered her visit to the Three Towers forbidden archive, where she had summoned virtual projections of its treasures, mere
representations
of the real things. But this was where the real deal was. This was where the artefacts actually
were
.

"Tell me where. They could help."

Sonpear paused. "I remain reluctant to do that. Such weapons, were they to find their way into the wrong hands, could easily tip the balance of power on the peninsula."

Kali slammed her hands on her hips and shouted at the sky, without feeling even vaguely foolish. "Sonpear, listen to me. In case you hadn't noticed the balance of power has already been tipped. In favour of the k'nid.
They
don't belong on the peninsula any more than these weapons do. Give us the means to fight them!"

"Proceed west," Sonpear instructed. "But I warn you again, Miss Hooper - there may be hazards involved."

"What kind of hazards?"

Sonpear hesitated again. "I pray that you do not find out." He sighed. "I need to cease our communication for now. The effort is exhausting."

"Okay. But, Sonpear, don't go far."

"Fear not. I shall return to you as soon as I am able, Miss Hooper."

Kali and Pim moved cautiously through the ghostly darkness, in a direction that, if they were on their own plane, would be taking them towards the Andon Heart. It was somewhat disorientating, the knowledge of what they were passing through back home jarring with the sights around them, the towers and spires in the distance, the topology of this unknown time. Amidst it all, however, there soon came visible something that was strangely familiar - and strangely disturbing.

Ahead, soaring above them were three thick and writhing pillars of energy, powerful not only in appearance but in the discomforting buzz they produced in Kali and Pim's bones. As she and the thieves guild leader moved closer, Kali saw that they were more than just pillars and seemed to be filled with the ghost-like hints of a floor level here, a doorway there, a staircase between them.

"This looks like -" Pim began.

"It is."

The almost impossible structure that was the headquarters of the League of Prestidigitation and Prestige had always generated speculation among the people of Andon as to how
exactly
it had been built and remained standing - with sorceries, surely, but now Kali and Pim knew the truth. The Three Towers had its foundations here in Domdruggle's Expanse, magically rooted in another plane of existence. In other words, it was unique. The only thing on Twilight that spanned two worlds.

As revelatory as that was, what grabbed Kali's attention more was that this translucent echo of the Three Towers wasn't empty, filled not with the mages who thronged there in its physical reality but a variety of objects that glowed more brightly than the structure itself. Kali knew immediately what she was looking at. The Forbidden Archive. It was one hells of a warehouse.

"Come on," she said to Pim.

The pair of them approached the towers slowly, Kali's head craning upward, Pim's turning from side to side, still taking in the Expanse and clearly not at ease with it.

"It's lonely here," he said. "Eerie. Soulless. Why do you suppose whatsisname - Domdruggle? - did this, conjured the Expanse? I mean, what possible purpose could it have?"

"Before seeing it, I'd have said your guess was as good as mine. But now we know
when
it was created - the End Time - maybe it was meant to be some kind of bolthole. Somewhere to hide. And don't ask me from what, because I haven't a clue."

"Bolthole? What, for the entire population of the peninsula?
All
the elves and the dwarves?"

"Why not? It's as big as our world."

"Yes, but..." Pim trailed off. "There's
nobody
here."

"I know, and that's what worries me."

"I don't follow."

Kali thought about the body of the dwarf she'd found in The Mole, that lonely metal coffin buried far deeper than any grave or resting place should be, and wondered again how it was that no one had come to help him.

"
If
Domdruggle conjured the Expanse as some kind of sanctuary from whatever wiped out the Old Races, they obviously never had time to come here. That suggests to me that they were gone, just like that."

"Pits of Kerberos, that fast?"

"Maybe."

"Fark."

"A question for another time, though eh? Right now we have our own problems, the main one being what the hells we're looking for."

"Allow me to assist you with that, Miss Hooper," Poul Sonpear interjected. "I would suggest the artefacts you seek will be found on the third level."

"Suggest as much as you like, Sonpear, but I've a better idea. Why don't
I
choose what'll be most effective against the k'nid?"

"You are there and have that prerogative, of course. I would question, however, how you would endeavour to transport from this place a dwarven sonic cannon, say, or a -"

"Okay, fine, point taken. So what are we looking for?"

"Portable armaments, light but powerful. In this case, discharge weapons. The elves called them crackstaffs."

"Crackstaffs?"

"You will recognise them when you see them."

"Right, fine. Third level it is, then." Kali moved forward then hesitated. "Sonpear, the stairs in this place - they are negotiable?"

"This Three Towers possesses residual corporeal mass, yes. But the experience of negotiating it may be a little disorientating."

Sonpear wasn't kidding, Kali soon discovered. The disorientation hit she and Pim as soon as they entered the structure, mainly because all of their senses persisted in telling them that they hadn't entered anywhere at all, misled by the translucency - and, in some areas, almost complete transparency - of the sorcerous manifestation. Kali couldn't describe it any other way than as weird - like walking through a hall of mirrors where the mirrors cast no reflection at all. Nevertheless, she and Pim managed to navigate their way to the central staircase and, treading warily on its insubstantial risers, made their way up to the third level.

Kali's heart thudded, though not from the climb. Laid out before her were any number of objects that she had summoned in the Three Towers' virtual forbidden archive many months ago. Though here, of course, they were real. They could be touched. Examined.
Explored
. And she longed to do all three. For a moment she felt that it wasn't fair that she was stuck with having to risk her life exploring all manner of lethal ruins when the League of Prestidigitation and Prestige had such a collection - perhaps years worth of adventuring! - here for the asking. But then she reminded herself of the lesson Merrit Moon had taught her long ago. Twilight simply wasn't ready for certain things, and that to unleash these objects on the world might well bring about catastrophe. Even so, who were the League to make such judgements? And could they even be trusted to be the guardians of such potentially devastating might? To be honest, she was actually a little surprised that they hadn't rolled out these big guns during the last war, because they would have been pretty much guaranteed to put Vos in its place.