Skulduggery Pleasant: Kingdom of the Wicked (54 page)

Her mum smiled at her. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell with you.”

“Well, I noticed, but I didn’t say anything because I thought you knew that everything Gordon left me is ours. I mean, when have I ever cared about money? The only thing that matters to me is that you guys are happy and safe and healthy.”

Valkyrie watched her mother take a deep breath. She wanted to hug her, to share this moment with her as honestly as she could, but time was tight, and Skulduggery was waiting.

“Here,” she said, passing Alice to her, “take my sister and explain to her that she can go to the best college in the world when she’s older. Money is not a problem.”

There were tears in her mother’s eyes. “You’re so good, Steph.”

“I have my moments,” Valkyrie said, and gave her a smile and left the kitchen. She shut off the regret as soon as it sprang up. She’d hug later, when she was sure the world wasn’t going to turn upside down. She got back to her room and let her reflection out of the mirror. It looked so much better now. Valkyrie gave it the clothes she was wearing, then pulled on her black trousers and boots. The reflection threw her a black T-shirt and she put it on. “I want my jacket back,” she growled.

“You’ll get it,” said the reflection. Then, “I’ll give your mum a hug from you.”

Valkyrie smiled sadly, and jumped out of the window. Skulduggery picked her up and they drove to Roarhaven. She barely noticed the time passing. She thought about her mum and her dad, and little Alice.

Skulduggery braked sharply.

“Ow!” she said. “What the hell?” Then she looked up, saw Kitana and Sean and Doran standing in the middle of Roarhaven’s main street. Skulduggery turned off the engine and they got out.

“Hi,” said Kitana. Sean looked uneasy, but Doran was grinning.

Moving without any hurry, Skulduggery took out his gun, clicked the hammer back and aimed.

Kitana laughed. “Hold on,” she said. “We’re here to talk, so please don’t shoot. You know it can’t hurt us but the bang it makes is so scary.”

The gun didn’t waver. Kitana shrugged, and looked at Valkyrie. “From the way you’re glaring, I see that you’re still a little annoyed with me for something.”

“You’re wearing my jacket.”

“It looks better on me, though, doesn’t it?”

“By the time this is over,” Valkyrie said, “I’ll have taken that back.”

Kitana’s smile widened. “You’re welcome to try.”

“Can we hurry this up?” Sean asked, stepping forward. “We’re here because we have a proposal.”

“Go on,” said Skulduggery.

“You want to stop Argeddion? Well, so do we.”

Skulduggery lowered the gun. “Why?”

“That’s none of your business,” Doran said sharply. “The only thing you need to know is that we’re the only ones who are powerful enough to do it. You’re certainly not. None of you are. He could wipe you out with a wave of his hand.”

“So why would you, being as powerful as you are, even need us?” Skulduggery asked. “Why don’t you go after him right now?”

“We were thinking you could divert his attention,” Kitana said, grinning. “Then, when he’s busy laughing at you, we come in, shoot him in the back. I mean, we’re powerful, but he’s still Argeddion.”

“I don’t know,” Skulduggery said slowly. “It seems to me that we should just step back and watch you and him fight it out. Then when it’s done, we walk in and mop up.”

“You wouldn’t take the chance,” said Sean. “If he kills us, he’s killing the only people who can hurt him. So what do you say?”

“We’ll have to meet with the Elders and put it to them,” Skulduggery said. “You can wait in the Sanctuary while they decide.”

Sean laughed. “So you can take away our powers like you did with me? No, we’ll stay out here, thank you very much.”

“How can we trust you not to hurt anyone?”

“Why would we hurt anyone? The people here love us.”

“Run along,” Kitana said. “Ask your bosses. We’ll wait.”

“Don’t kill anyone in the meantime,” said Skulduggery.

She winked at him. “Cross my heart.”

A circle of Cleavers had formed around the three of them, and Skulduggery and Valkyrie passed through it into the Sanctuary. Tipstaff was at the door.

“Where are they?” asked Skulduggery.

“The Accelerator Room,” answered Tipstaff. “The Cleavers wanted to evacuate them but they wouldn’t leave.”

“Sounds like them, all right.”

There was an argument raging between Ghastly and Sult by the time they got down there. The force field was gone and there were mages everywhere, sifting through the remains of the Tempest and examining the empty Cube, which was still rotating inside the Accelerator.

Ravel appeared at Valkyrie’s elbow. “Thank God you’re back,” he said softly. “Things here are a trifle tense.”

Skulduggery looked at him. “Lament?”

Ravel hesitated. “Dead. Argeddion took his powers back from everyone except Kitana and her friends. It returned the mortals to normal, but for Lament and the others it was too much.”

Valkyrie’s eyes widened. “Wait, they’re all dead? Even Lenka?”

“I’m sorry.”

Her eyes drifted to the place where she’d last seen Lenka Bazaar, hovering behind the force field. Another friend, lost. Another one to add to the list.

“Do you have the Sceptre?” Ravel asked.

“We had it,” Skulduggery answered. “It was in our hands. But the China Sorrows of that reality is as untrustworthy as our own.”

Ravel muttered a curse under his breath.

“Detective Pleasant,” said Sult, marching up to them with Ghastly on his heels. “Maybe you can give me a straight answer. No one here seems to know where Grand Mage Strom is. I find it pretty hard to believe that he could be misplaced as easily as a set of keys.”

“He’s not misplaced,” Ghastly said, clearly not his first time saying this, “he’s in a meeting with Madame Mist.”

Sult turned to him. “A meeting about what? What could be so important to take him away from a developing crisis?”

“A crisis that he has no say over,” Ghastly reminded him.

“And yet again you fail to answer a simple question.”

“He is in,” said Ghastly, “a
meeting
.”

Their words blended into noise. Valkyrie didn’t care about any of this. Lenka was dead, and they were arguing about politics. It was suddenly so very clear to her. Argeddion’s plan, his Summer of Light, needed to be squashed before it had a chance to snatch away any more innocent lives.

“Gentlemen,” Ravel said, breaking up the argument, “this is not the time for this. Mr Sult, I appreciate your input but I’m really going to have to insist that you return to your quarters and let us deal with what we have to deal with.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” said Sult. “I am Grand Mage Bisahalani’s representative. As such, I am the Supreme Council’s representative. And since we cannot seem to locate Grand Mage Strom, I am the only one to tell you what has been decided.”

“Decided?”

“I don’t see the Sceptre of the Ancients in Detective Pleasant’s hand. Am I to take it that the mission to retrieve said weapon was unsuccessful? Don’t bother answering that, it’s quite clear. Which means we have four super-powered threats still to deal with, and the only weapon I can see that could be of use is the Accelerator.”

Valkyrie frowned. “What?”

“It is now available to us, as the force field dropped once Argeddion killed the traitors,” Sult said.

“Traitors?” she echoed. “They weren’t traitors. Argeddion was controlling them.”

Sult shook his head. “He may have been
manipulating
them but I believe they were in full control of their—”

She lunged at him. “Lenka was not a traitor!”

Ravel wrapped an arm round her waist and Ghastly pulled her hands from Sult’s collar as Sult staggered away. Anger flashed across his face and he stepped up while Valkyrie struggled, fist bunched.

“I know,” Skulduggery said in a tone that made everyone freeze, “that you’re not about to strike my partner.”

Slowly, Ravel and Ghastly let go of Valkyrie, and Sult’s fist unclenched.

“Of— of course not,” he said. “I apologise, both for losing my temper and for insinuating that any of Tyren Lament’s people were to blame for what has happened.”

Valkyrie fought the urge to smash his face in.

“The Supreme Council wants to use the Accelerator to supercharge their mages,” Ghastly said. “Even though we don’t know what the Accelerator will do to a person. For all we know it might kill them. Worse, the sheer power might drive them insane and then
they’ll
kill
us
.”

“I hardly think we have a choice,” said Sult. “Kitana and her friends are on our doorstep as we speak.”

“Have any of you actually spoken to them?” Skulduggery asked.

Ravel looked at him. “Spoken to whom?”

“Kitana and her friends. We have. They’re offering us a deal. We soften Argeddion up, they come in and finish him off.”

“But why do they want Argeddion dead all of a sudden?” asked Sult. “What do they get out of it?”

“Security,” said Skulduggery. “They’re the only ones who can hurt him, but he’s the only one who could be assured of hurting them, too. They’re afraid he’s going to take their powers away, like he did with Lament and the others.”

“Could they do it?” asked Ghastly. “Could they kill him?”

“I think so,” said Skulduggery. “We’d need to draw Argeddion in and hit him with enough force to stagger him.”

“Any ideas how to do it?”

“Luring him into a trap should be pretty easy.”

“And the second part? The part where we have to hurt him?”

Skulduggery gestured to the Tempest. “We know some pretty smart people, don’t we? I’m sure it wouldn’t take them long to figure out how to turn this into a weapon.”

“And what if it works?” Ravel asked. “Then Argeddion is down, but we still have the girl and her friends walking around.”

Skulduggery hesitated. “That’s where our overall plan has to change. We’d originally hoped to put Argeddion back in the Cube. The Accelerator could run it for an eternity and he’d never get loose again. That was a solution that would have pleased everyone. But now, with everything we know, that’s no longer an option.”

“We have to kill him,” said Valkyrie. They looked at her. Ghastly in particular seemed shocked. “We have to,” she continued. “He killed Lenka, he killed Lament, and the blood of every single person that Kitana and her friends have hurt or killed is on his hands as well. It’s the first of May. His Summer of Light starts today unless we stop him.”

Ravel looked at Skulduggery. “Do you agree? You want to kill him?”

“No,” said Skulduggery. “I want
them
to kill him. Kitana and the others. He said something a few days ago that’s got me thinking that the people he’s infected will only keep their powers for as long as he is alive. If he dies, their powers die with him.”

“So if Kitana and her friends kill him... they’ll be sabotaging themselves.”

“You’re sure about this?” Ravel asked.

“Relatively,” said Skulduggery.

Ravel looked at Ghastly, who sighed. “It might be the only way,” he said. “So how do we go about it?”

“That’s the other piece of bad news,” Skulduggery said. “In order to make sure they’re strong enough, we’re going to have to boost their powers.”

“You want to put
them
in the Accelerator?”

“It’s the only way to be certain.”

“And what if it does drive them insane?” Sult asked.

“More insane than they’ve already been driven? I think we can take that chance. If it kills them, well, then we have one less problem to worry about. But if it works, they’ll be powerful enough to do what needs to be done.”

Ravel sagged. “But I’ve kind of made it an unofficial policy never to make psychopaths stronger.”

“They’ll only be that strong until they defeat Argeddion. Once he’s dead, they’ll revert to being normal teenagers.”

“And can I hit them, then?”

“You’re the Grand Mage, you can do whatever you want.”

“I want to hit them.”

“You know,” Ghastly said to Skulduggery, “for someone who hates plans, you’ve got an awful lot of them.”

“Well, yes,” Skulduggery replied, “but really, the likelihood of any of them actually working is extraordinarily slim.”

Ravel shook his head. “You should really learn to recognise the point where you should stop talking.”

e was right, of course – but then Skulduggery usually was about things like this.