The Book of Dead Days (19 page)
“A girl. Of some use. She’s cleverer than Boy.”
Kepler grunted.
“What are you all doing here?”
“Listen!” said Valerian. “Have you found the book?” He grasped Kepler with his good hand.
Kepler sighed deeply.
“Alas, Valerian.” He sighed. “I have not.”
“But what were you doing in there?” asked Valerian, pointing at the small tunnel from which Kepler had emerged.
Kepler hesitated just a fraction before answering.
“That was my last attempt,” he said. “My investigations, on your behalf, led me down here. I was led to believe that the answer lay in these catacombs. It has not been easy. Finding a safe entrance to this world was hard enough. I succeeded, but now I have failed. I am sorry, Valerian. There can be no other way.”
“But the motto!” Valerian cried. “The Beebe motto led you down here?”
“Yes. The motto. That led me close. I learnt that the Beebes knew of the catacombs. The family were advisors to the Emperor for many years. They came and went from Linden to the Palace through the canals. I thought the book was hidden here. It was not. You will have to face your past and your future tomorrow night.”
Valerian raged, cursing himself, cursing Kepler and Boy, cursing life itself. Again and again he cried, “No!” It seemed there would be no end to his anguish, but at last he fell silent. His head dropped.
“There is no other way,” Kepler said eventually. “You know that. It is over after all.”
Valerian fell to his knees and did not move.
Boy put his hands to his head. What could he possibly say? Willow looked at Boy, then at Valerian.
“It can’t happen!” she cried. “You can’t give up!”
Valerian remained motionless as she wrapped her arms around his head.
“Come on!” she cried. “Boy, tell him.”
But Boy knew it was hopeless. Tears poured down his face as Kepler watched, motionless.
Finally Kepler spoke.
“We should go. Back to the City.”
No one answered.
“There is no point staying down here,” he said.
“Not for you three,” said Valerian. “You go. Leave me here.”
“We can’t leave you,” cried Boy.
“It may as well happen here as anywhere,” said Valerian. “There is no escaping it now. If I die here, at least no one will have to bury me.”
“No!” cried Boy. “Don’t give up!”
“I am not moving,” Valerian said. “Give me the last of the medicine, Boy. Kepler, do you have any more of these with you? No? Never mind. I shall not be moving far now.”
He sat against a wall and bowed his head.
“I can’t believe he’s giving up,” Willow said to Boy, but Boy did not answer.
Kepler came and crouched by Valerian.
“Valerian! Listen! You will do what I say. You will come with me.”
“I will not! The only reason I like you is because you never preach at me, so don’t start now. I am too ill and tired to move. I will stay here.”
Kepler got to his feet and gave his light another few cranks of the handle.
“Very well,” he said. “You leave me no alternative. I will not see you die in this way. I am going to mend your arm at least. I will take Boy, for help. The girl can stay with you.”
“But I don’t want to go!” cried Boy.
“And I don’t want to leave Boy!” cried Willow.
“You will both do as I say,” said Kepler, “for Valerian. I need Boy to help me carry things to mend his arm. Someone must stay with him.”
They argued awhile longer, but Kepler would not be dissuaded and eventually Boy and Willow agreed. Valerian watched it all-it seemed to have no effect on him now.
Kepler had brought some torches in case his light device stopped working. He handed one to Boy and set it burning with a chemical match.
Then they left Willow and Valerian with Kepler’s special light.
“Just turn the handle if it starts to fade,” Kepler told Willow. “We’ll be gone no more than a few hours.”
Then Boy and Kepler left for the boats.
As they went, Willow called after them, “Don’t be long!”
Her voice wavered in the darkness as they disappeared from view.
“Please.”
7Kepler held the torch over the prow of the boat. He seemed not to need a map. Boy sat in the back of the boat and they generally followed the natural flow of the canal toward one of the river inlets, though they made two difficult turns. Boy was not sure he could find his way back to Willow and Valerian if Kepler was not with him.
“Doesn’t really take that long,” said Kepler over his shoulder. “You just have to know which way to go, or you could be in here forever.”
He laughed. It was not a nice laugh.
Kepler called out more directions and Boy obeyed.
“Did you know the girl well?” said Kepler.
What does he mean, “Did”?
thought Boy.
thought Boy.
“Willow’s a friend of mine,” he said. There was a note of surprise in his voice, as if he himself were only now realizing this. But it felt right saying it. “A good friend.”
“And bad about Valerian, too,” Kepler went on. “It can’t be helped though. It has to be like this.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Boy, shipping the pole into the boat. They drifted.
“That I found the book. Oh yes, I found it days ago, but when I saw-well, I knew I had to hide it again. I was just hiding it when you and Valerian and the girl arrived. That was your good fortune. If he had found it! Well. Shame they’ll have to die. Although I suppose the girl
might
find her way out. That’s why I left her the lamp, but otherwise…”
might
find her way out. That’s why I left her the lamp, but otherwise…”
Boy felt himself go cold. Then fear and anger rushed through him. He was sitting in a boat with a madman. Kepler seemed to think Valerian was the enemy, and that he had to
hide
the book from him.
hide
the book from him.
Kepler rambled on.
“I have known him a long time, but then he deserves no better after all he’s done. We will have to get along without him!”
He laughed again, then peered ahead into the gloom.
“A left coming up, I think. Yes. Boy? A left! A left!”
But Boy had another use for the pole. He took careful aim and swiped Kepler around the head with it. His aim was true and Kepler fell clean over the side into the water.
To Boy’s good fortune, the torch dropped inside the boat.
Boy started to push the boat hard against the current. He had to find his way back to Valerian. His master’s life depended on it, and Boy was not going to let him down.
“Valerian!” he called into the darkness. “I’m coming. I’m coming!”
Behind him, Kepler sank under the water for a moment, then, as the cold revived him, came spluttering to the surface.
“Boy!” He coughed. “Come back! Boy! You don’t understand! Come back!”
But he could only gasp the words, and Boy was already far away.
8Boy hurried back to his master. Some strange power entered him, and he remembered without hesitation every turn he had made in the dark. The torch guttered on its side in the bottom of the boat, and the wood where it lay started to smolder, but Boy fixed his eyes on the tunnels ahead, until he was back at the quayside of the underground square.
He leapt from the boat and ran across the square, holding the torch in front of him.
“Valerian! Willow! Valerian! Valerian!”
Willow lifted her lamp high and scrambled to her feet as he arrived.
“Valerian! I know where the book is! I know!”
Now even Valerian was roused from his stupor.
Boy ran right to the entrance of the low tunnel where Kepler had emerged and pointed.
“The book’s in there! Kepler’s crazy! He was trying to hide it from us! I wouldn’t let him do that. I hit him! I
can’t
let you go, Valerian.”
can’t
let you go, Valerian.”
Valerian almost leapt to his feet, despite his arm.
“Kepler…,” he murmured to himself. “Kepler! I was wrong to think the past was the past. I, of all people, should know that!”
He looked at Boy.
“You have done well,” he said, his eyes shining with a renewed power. “I am pleased with you.”
Boy stood, speechless.
“Now!” said Valerian. “Give me the light, Willow. I’m going inside.”
Valerian got down on his hands and knees, and shoving the lamp ahead of him, he crawled into the tunnel, moving along like a three-legged dog.
Boy turned to Willow.
“I think I’ve killed Kepler,” he said.
Willow said nothing. Boy did not stop, could not stop. The words tumbled from his mouth.
“He was just leaving you here to die with Valerian. I didn’t think. I just did it.”
“What did you do?” Willow asked.
“I hit him with the pole. He went into the water. I-”
“Boy…” She stopped, then held her hand out to him. “Let’s hope the book gives Valerian the answer he needs. Then it may have been worth it.”
Boy sat down. They leant against each other in the dank air and watched the flame of the torch flicker and spark. Its smoke twisted away to the low ceiling of the passage from which the many smaller tunnels led.
“It’s going out,” said Boy.
“No, it isn’t,” Willow said firmly. “It can’t be.”
But it was. They tried to turn the torch this way and that, to coax the flame back into life, but they only seemed to be making it worse. It went out, and they held each other, trying not to panic.
“He’ll be back soon,” said Boy. “Soon.”
Finally they heard a sound, and saw the light flooding the entrance.
Valerian emerged, triumphant. He backed out of the low tunnel, dragging something behind him. It was a huge book, vastly ancient and tattered beyond belief. There was a strange expression on Valerian’s face as he clutched it. Stronger than joy-it was joy and delight and rapture and hope combined. His eyes burned at Boy and Willow, and then at the thick tome grasped in his strong fingers.
At last the weight was too much for Valerian to hold in one hand and he put the book on the ground in front of him.
“Now let us see…,” he said, his voice quiet and strangely high.
He lifted the book so it balanced on its spine.
“Wind this infernal contraption for me, will you?” he said to Willow. She bent over the lantern. “Good. Now hold it there.”
Valerian let the book fall open, as if letting it choose which page it would show to him, what secrets it would impart to him.
Boy stared as Valerian flicked backward and forward through the pages searching for his answer. None of them moved, save for Valerian occasionally turning a page and Willow winding the light whenever it began to fail.
Valerian’s face drew closer to the book as he seemed to find what he was looking for. Or was it that the book was showing him what it wanted to show him?
Willow, holding the lamp, tried to read what she could, but the book was written in many different and strange languages, and she could only understand a few words.
Suddenly Valerian gripped the edges of the book so tightly Boy thought he might pull it apart. He leant closer, his hands shaking.
With fumbling fingers he delved deep into his coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper-a piece of paper that Boy immediately recognized as the one Kepler had written about him, on the back of which Willow had copied the map.
Now Valerian began to pore over this paper as well as a certain page of the book, and a frown spread across his face and then vanished just as easily.
He looked up.
“Boy,” he said quietly, “I have my answer.”
“What-what is it, Valerian?” Boy asked.
“You. You are my answer,” Valerian said, grinning.
Willow, who had been silently trying to read the book over Valerian’s shoulder, suddenly gasped. She was not even trying to decipher the peculiar words anymore, but somehow there was knowledge in her head-a picture that filled her mind with horror.
“Boy!” she yelled. “He wants to kill you! Boy! Run!” The grin slipped from Valerian’s face as he swung his arm and punched Willow hard in the face. She dropped to the ground, spilling the light. She did not move.
Valerian turned to Boy.
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” said Valerian smoothly, his voice calm. “Come here. There’s nothing wrong. Come closer.”
Boy took a quick, faltering glance at Willow’s still body on the stone flags, and then he turned and ran.
December 31-New year’s EveThe Day of Absolute Promotion
1
Boy ran without thinking, without knowing what he was doing. He ran off into the darkness, and only after some time of running blindly did he realize that he had no light to run by. He stopped. Everything was inky around him, and now he found himself paralyzed by the darkness.
Then he saw a light behind him.
He had gone perhaps fifty paces into the gloom across the square. He turned, and with alarm saw that Valerian was following, though slowly. He was walking unevenly, almost staggering.
He doesn’t know where I am,
Boy thought.
Boy thought.
Boy could see Valerian clearly enough. He had grabbed Kepler’s light device from beside Willow’s body and was heading in the direction he thought Boy had gone. But blinded somewhat by his light, he could not see far enough into the gloom to see Boy.
All this passed through Boy’s head in a flash.
He could see Valerian because of the light, and it was enough to dimly pick up a little of the shapes of old buildings around him. If he was careful, very careful, Boy guessed he might be able to use Valerian’s light to see his own way, and provided he kept as far from Valerian as the faint light would allow, Valerian would have no idea where he was.
If he judged it wrong, Valerian would see him.
Boy began to edge backward and tripped over a low stone kerb. He fell with a groan. Valerian froze. Boy watched in horror as Valerian held the lamp higher, away from his face, and looked right at where Boy sat on his backside.
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