Storms of Lazarus (Shadows of Asphodel, Book 2) (9 page)

“Christ.” Himmel let out a bark of a laugh. “You have a sick sense of humor.”

Wendel pretended to gasp. “What? Didn’t the archmage tell you?” He pointed at Konstantin. “Shame on you, keeping this handsome captain in the dark. You should have told him he has a dead man on his zeppelin.”

All the blood drained from Konstantin’s face.

“Wendel,” he said, “I didn’t know—”

“Nobody told you?” Wendel sneered. “How tragic. You so touchingly hunted me down, but you never heard the truth.”

Ardis felt like she might be sick. Acid climbed in her throat.

“Excuse me,” she said.

Ardis stumbled out of the captain’s cabin and strode down the hallway. She spotted a bathroom and shoved her way inside. The moment after she clicked the lock shut, she dropped to her knees and bent over the toilet.

Saliva rushed into her mouth. She gagged, but nothing came up.

Plenty of sharp rocks below, too. Must have been quite a crunch.

How much did Wendel remember? Because she remembered it all. Every damn thing.

Her name, halfway spoken, in his last few heartbeats. His cold lips under her own. Her kiss that brought him back.

His borrowed necromancy shivering like lightning over her skin.

Ardis uncurled her hands and stared at them. Healing scars crisscrossed her palms. She had grabbed the broken glass of the window without even thinking, when she leaned out to see Wendel falling from the tower.

He hadn’t even noticed she had been hurt that night. That she was still hurting.

Ardis bent over the toilet and vomited. She lost three shots of schnapps, and breakfast besides, and retched until she could breathe again. Shaking, she flushed the toilet and washed herself in the tiny sink. She stared at her reflection in the dim little mirror. She looked awful, her face splotchy, her eyes bloodshot.

There was a hesitant rap on the door.

“Just a minute,” she said.

“Ardis? Are you all right?”

It was Konstantin. It wasn’t as if Wendel was sober enough to care.

“No,” Ardis said.

A pause. “Are you ill?”

Ill. Such a polite way to put it.

“I blame the schnapps,” she said.

Ardis unlocked the door. Konstantin lingered outside the bathroom with worried eyebrows. He still wore the captain’s hat.

“Come on,” Ardis said. “I don’t want to spend Christmas in a bathroom.”

She tried to smile, tried to keep walking, but Konstantin caught her arm.

“Wendel can’t be dead,” he whispered.

Bitterness lingered on her tongue. “I watched him die.”

“But how did—?”

“Necromancy.”

Konstantin narrowed his eyes. “He resurrected himself?”

“No, I did.”

“How?”

“Listen, why don’t you ask Wendel? I’m not the expert here.”

Konstantin bit his lip. He fidgeted as though he desperately wanted to ask questions and take notes, maybe even write a scientific paper. She looked the archmage in the eye and waited for him to stop looking so impatient.

“When do we get to Prussia?” Ardis said.

Konstantin blinked. “Soon.” A blush touched his cheeks. “Himmel would know.”

Ardis returned to the captain’s cabin. Wendel and Himmel stood by the couch. Wendel was halfway dressed, barefoot with an unbuttoned shirt. Himmel looked flustered, a few strands of his slicked hair falling over his face.

Konstantin cleared his throat. “Are we interrupting anything?”

“Not at all,” Himmel said. “Just a little chat with the necromancer.”

Wendel met Ardis’s gaze. His eyes glittered with an emotion she couldn’t put a name to.

“Ardis?” Wendel said.

“I’m fine,” Ardis said.

Wendel furrowed his brow, like he knew she was lying. He stepped closer to her, but Himmel grabbed him by the shoulder.

Wendel curled his lip. “Unhand me.”

“Sit down,” Himmel commanded.

Wendel did as the captain said, helped by a shove toward the couch.

“Be a gentleman,” Himmel said. “Apologize.”

“Yes, sir,” Wendel said, his words still a drunken drawl. “Please accept my most sincere apologies for drinking too much of your schnapps. And for telling the truth about my untimely demise at such an inappropriate time.”

Himmel glared at him. “You should be apologizing to Ardis.”

“Forgive me.” Wendel met her gaze. “Did I upset you?”

“Yes,” Ardis said.

“I’m terrible with this whole honesty thing. You know I make a much better liar.”

She snorted. “Not judging by your skill at poker.”

Konstantin laughed, then disguised it by clearing his throat.

“Do I need to drop to my knees and grovel?” Wendel said. “Because I can.”

Ardis sighed. “Don’t.”

A knock on the door interrupted them. Himmel shrugged on his jacket and stole his hat back from Konstantin. When Himmel opened the door, Ardis glimpsed an officer with an impressive handlebar mustache.

“Captain,” the officer said. “You might want to come see this.”

Himmel frowned. “Explain.”

“We spotted an airship off our starboard bow. It appears to be American.”

Ardis felt a jolt of surprise. “American?”

“Have they hailed us?” Himmel said.

“No, sir,” the officer said. “Though I would suggest hurrying to the Control Room. The airship should still be within sight.”

Himmel glanced over his shoulder. “Stay here.”

Konstantin stepped forward, his eyes bright, but the captain frowned.

“You, too,” Himmel said. “Until you aren’t so tipsy.”

Himmel exited the cabin and shut the door behind him. Konstantin stared at the door, his hands curling into fists at his hips.

“I want to see this airship for myself,” Konstantin said.

“Same here,” Ardis said.

Konstantin waved her onward. “Shall we?”

“Shall we what?”

“Head to the balcony at the nose of the zeppelin?”

Ardis grinned. “After you.”

“Wait for me.” Wendel yanked on his boots. “I’m almost decent.”

He didn’t seem too drunk to walk, though he staggered when wind jostled the airship. Ardis caught his elbow and straightened him.

“If anyone should stay,” she said, “it should be you.”

Wendel tossed his hand. “I’ll live.”

Konstantin peeked out of the cabin, then cracked open the door and slipped through. Ardis crept after him, Wendel following last. They ran to the bow of the zeppelin. Konstantin stopped outside a door labeled Navigation and Meteorological. He rubbed his beard and searched the area, then spotted a ladder.

“This way,” Konstantin said in a stage whisper.

Wendel snickered. “You aren’t even slightly stealthy, archmage.”

Konstantin shushed Wendel and climbed the ladder. Ardis clambered after him. Schnapps still blurred her eyesight, so she paid careful attention to the placement of her feet. Konstantin bumped his head, rubbed the bruise, and flung open a hatch. Glacial wind gusted into the airship. The archmage scrambled up and out.

Ardis climbed higher and clasped Konstantin’s hand. He helped her to her feet.

“It should be off our starboard bow,” Konstantin said.

Clouds like mountains of cream drifted through the cold morning. No airship in sight.

“Christ almighty,” Wendel said.

Ardis discovered Wendel sitting with his hands on the deck. He had climbed through the hatch, but hadn’t climbed to his feet. He scooted away from the railing. She wondered if he was having another spell of vertigo.

“There!” Konstantin said.

Ardis looked back to the sky in time to see an airship of titanic proportions plow through the clouds. It looked twice the size of their zeppelin, with a rigid skeleton and a triple-decker gondola armored in metal.

Suddenly Ardis felt considerably more sober.

“Good God,” Konstantin breathed. “She should be on the other side of the Atlantic.”

“You recognize the ship?” Ardis said.

“The USS
Jupiter.
” Konstantin said the name with hushed reverence.

As the
Jupiter
sailed nearer, its shadow reached out and dwarfed the
Wanderfalke
. Awestruck, Ardis stared at the airship. An American flag had been painted on each of its immense tail fins. On the lowest deck, a bank of portholes ran the length of the
Jupiter
, similar to cannons on an old galleon ship. Ardis didn’t recognize the technology, but she thought she knew something made to kill when she saw it.

“Oh my God,” Konstantin stammered. “Tesla.”

“Who?” Ardis said.

“Nikola Tesla.”

“I don’t know who that is.”

Konstantin gawked at her with eyes like saucers.

“How can you not know of Nikola Tesla?” he said. “He has been living in New York City for years. His work on steampowered mechanical oscillators should have made the newspapers, at the very least, and then there are his experiments with atmospheric electricity and the wireless transmission of energy.”

“What are you babbling about?” Wendel said.

“Tesla!” Konstantin said. “The man is an absolute genius.”

Still sitting on the deck, Wendel leaned back on his elbows and laughed.

“Ah,” he said, “one of your idols.”

Dreamily, Konstantin drifted to the edge of the balcony. He leaned over the railing to wave at the airship. His boot lifted from the deck. He teetered on the brink until Ardis grabbed him by his scarf and reeled him in.

“Himmel was right about you being tipsy,” Ardis said.

Blushing, Konstantin straightened his scarf.

“Ardis, we have to tell Himmel,” he said. “Rumors have been flying for years, but I’m not sure how much he knows.”

“Tell him what?” Wendel said. “That you adore Tesla?”

Konstantin ignored him. “We may be witness to one of Tesla’s greatest works to date.” He looked skyward. “The USS
Jupiter
.”

“To the Control Room!” Konstantin said.

The archmage jumped down the hatch and descended the ladder. Ardis followed after him, her heartbeat hammering in her throat. On the upper deck, they walked to the nose of the
Wanderfalke
and entered the Control Room. Ardis scarcely had time to stare at the intricate instruments before Himmel halted them.

Himmel saluted. “Archmage Konstantin.”

“Captain,” Konstantin said, a bit breathlessly. “I know that airship.”

“Who are they?”

“The USS
Jupiter
.”

Himmel furrowed his brow. “I haven’t heard of them.”

“Have they hailed us?” Konstantin said.

“Not yet.”

Konstantin paced by the windows. “Send them a wireless telegram.”

Himmel hesitated as if unsure the archmage was sober enough to dictate.

“What should we say, sir?” Himmel said.

“Identify ourselves as a zeppelin under the command of the Archmages of Vienna, and request information on their current course.” Konstantin squared his shoulders. “Remind them they are flying over Austria-Hungary.”

Himmel nodded. “Right away, sir.”

The telegraph operator began to tap out the message in Morse code.

Ardis stood by the windows and pressed her hands to the cold glass. She peered at the immensity of the USS
Jupiter
.

“What’s America’s stance on the war?” she said.

“Neutral, ma’am,” Himmel said. “Though I question why they would send such an enormous airship across the Atlantic.”

“Why would they build the USS
Jupiter
?” Ardis said.

Konstantin raised his hand like a schoolboy. “Nikola Tesla.”

“Pardon?” Himmel said.

“Hasn’t anybody heard of Tesla?”

Himmel shook his head. “Enlighten me.”

Konstantin shifted his weight from foot to foot. “There has been speculation for as long as I can remember. Tesla was commissioned by the Americans to build a magnificent electric airship. A marvel of technomancy.”

“Electric how?” Ardis said.

“I haven’t the slightest clue,” Konstantin said, “which is why this is all so thrilling.”

“Captain,” said the telegraph operator. “The USS
Jupiter
informs us that they are on an observation mission, and that they are aware of their current coordinates over Austria-Hungary. They request our destination.”

“Archmage Konstantin,” Himmel said. “Your orders?”

“Tell them Vienna,” Konstantin said. “We will stop there to refuel.”

The telegraph operator sent the message, then received the reply.

“They report that Vienna is also their destination,” said the telegraph operator. “They have offered to escort us there.”

“Excellent!” Konstantin said.

Himmel looked less than convinced, but he was interrupted. Wendel walked into the room with his head tilted back, pinching his nose between his fingers. Blood leaked from his nose and trickled over his mouth.

“Excuse me,” Wendel said stuffily, “but does my nose look broken?”

“Wendel!” Ardis gawked at him. “What happened to you?”

“The wall.”

Himmel’s eyes flashed. “Get him out of here. See that he doesn’t bleed everywhere.”

A burly officer grabbed Wendel by the elbow. Wendel tried to shrug him off, but he couldn’t manage it while holding his nose. The officer escorted Wendel from the Control Room. Ardis backed away from the window as the USS
Jupiter
powered above the clouds. Then she turned and ran after Wendel.