The Thousand Emperors (27 page)

‘But only so long as you do what she wants,’ she said, reaching out to touch his forehead. ‘You really think it’s possible? That there’s a part of . . . of Antonov,
somewhere inside you?’

‘All I know,’ he said, gazing at her with pain-filled eyes, ‘is that I’m afraid of what I might see every time I go to sleep.’

He woke at dawn, alerted by Vanaheim’s security networks that Ambassador Sachs had suddenly dropped out of view. He notified de Almeida as he slid quietly out of bed.

Eleanor sat up and looked at him. ‘Do I even need to ask where you’re going?’

He shook his head. ‘I’m wanted.’

‘For God’s sake, Luc! You need to talk to Lethe. You can’t take this level of risk on your own. You need backup.’

‘We’ve already been over this,’ he said irritably.

She shivered. ‘There’s no reason to think you can trust de Almeida any more than the rest of them.’

He laughed. ‘You think I
do
? She’s crazy – as a matter of fact, I think they’re
all
crazy. Now tell me seriously, what you think you can do to help me that
won’t just get me killed instead? Because I’m open to any ideas.’

‘I swear to God,’ she said, ‘if that bitch doesn’t figure out some way to save your life, I’ll hunt her down and put a bullet between her fucking eyes. You can tell
her that from me.’

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. ‘Now that’s more like the Eleanor I know,’ he said, and finished getting dressed.

Luc found himself back outside de Almeida’s residence a few hours later, his head heavy with the dull ache of fatigue. He took a moment to work up the courage to walk
back inside, afraid as he was of seeing any of her grotesques staring back at him with needle-tipped eyes.

He found her inside, entirely alone, and chewing on a thumbnail as she studied several projections arranged around her in the air.

‘Councillor,’ he said, stepping towards her.

‘Sachs is still out of sight,’ she said, without taking her eyes from the displays. ‘I don’t know how he’s done it. He was on his way back from meeting with
Meinhard Carter, and his flier just . . . vanished.’

‘You mean it crashed?’ asked Luc. ‘Are we talking about sabotage of some kind?’

‘I don’t think so,’ she muttered. ‘If he’d got into any kind of trouble, his flier should have sent out a distress signal. No, it’s more like he’s
become invisible.’

So what’s really got you worried is that someone else can pull off the same tricks as you.
Luc stepped up beside her and saw the projections depicted a variety of locations all
across Vanaheim.

‘So where exactly was the Ambassador before he disappeared?’

She let out a sigh. ‘That’s a harder question to answer than it should be.’

De Almeida whispered something under her breath, and the projections merged into a single representation of Vanaheim as a spinning globe, more than a metre across. Brightly glowing hoops of
navigational data materialized around the globe’s circumference.

‘Wherever it was,’ she said, pointing to one particular location, ‘it was somewhere around here, within a thousand-kilometre radius.’

Luc saw a circle appear over one continent and begin to strobe gently, while a dashed line representing the trajectory of Sachs’ flier appeared layered over it.

‘He was somewhere in this rough area when his locational data went haywire, making it look like he was in a thousand places at once.’ She glanced at him for the first time since his
arrival. ‘Like informational chaff,’ she explained. ‘That way, it’s nearly impossible to figure out whether the craft you’re tracking is the true one, since all the
rest are just mirages.’

Luc nodded towards the slowly spinning globe. ‘Do we know where he was headed to when he disappeared?’

‘To another meeting, this time with Hobart Tidman and Hernando Kowallek.’ She frowned. ‘Which is strange.’

‘Strange, how?’

‘The two of them have been inactive in Council affairs for a long time. They used to work in artefact recovery.’

‘Artefact recovery?’

‘They both researched alien technology recovered from the Founder Network back even before the Abandonment,’ she explained, her frown deepening. ‘They later acted as advisors
to Coalition governments before they were cut off by the Schism.’

‘And the Ambassador had just come from a meeting with Carter, who heads up an advisory committee on deep space research,’ said Luc, feeling a prickle of unease.

‘I know what you’re thinking,’ said de Almeida. ‘Believe me, there are
no
Founder artefacts anywhere in the Tian Di. I’d know if there were.’

He looked at her carefully. ‘You’re absolutely sure of that?’

Her expression became uncertain. ‘Let’s just stick to the facts we have and not get distracted by speculation. Only one way inside the Founder Network has ever been discovered, and
that’s still deep inside Coalition territory. As far as Ambassador Sachs is concerned, we need to figure out just how he managed to fool my systems so completely.’

‘There was something you said back at Vasili’s funeral service, about rumours of secret negotiations with the Coalition. Maybe we
need
to start speculating: what if the
rumours are true? And what if Carter, Tidman, Kowallek and the Ambassador are all involved in some capacity? And . . . what about Cheng?’

She looked at him. ‘What about Cheng?’

‘I just heard a rumour he’s been asked to relinquish control over the Council.’

‘Where did you hear that?’

She didn’t seem angry, just curious. ‘Through a contact in SecInt,’ he told her. ‘Is it true?’

She shook her head as if in sorrow. ‘There’s some truth to it, yes.’

Luc felt suddenly light-headed. ‘Borges was right, wasn’t he? Something really
is
going on – something bigger than one Councillor winding up dead.’

De Almeida sighed, all of her usual swagger gone. ‘I really don’t know, Mr Gabion. If I did, I probably wouldn’t need you here. I already told you I’m not always privy to
everything that goes on in the Council, particularly where its higher echelons are concerned. Sometimes I have little more than rumours to rely on myself.’

‘What I’m beginning to wonder,’ Luc continued, ‘is whether there’s something more to Reunification than is being publicly admitted. What if it’s not just
about reuniting the human race – what if there’s some other reason the Coalition are here?’

Just a few days before, the idea of speaking to a member of the Temur Council in this way would have been unimaginable to him. So much had changed in such a very short time. Even so, Luc held
his breath as he waited for her to reply.

‘I think you’re on the right path,’ she admitted, ‘but I don’t necessarily know more than you do. But I
want
to know what’s going on, because whatever
it is, the Eighty-Five are keeping it hidden from the rest of us – from the rest of the Council, I mean. But like I said, you have an advantage since you can still go places I
can’t.’

‘You and the rest of the Council are more powerful than anyone else in history, but you keep telling me you need
me
.’ Luc shook his head and laughed, overwhelmed by the
ridiculousness of the situation. ‘Just how many friends do you have left here on Vanaheim, Zelia?’

She opened her mouth to frame a retort, then instead stepped towards a nearby table, leaning against it and folding her arms over her chest as if hugging herself.

‘Not as many as there used to be,’ she said quietly. ‘Look – what you have to understand is that the one thing still uniting the Council is that we are all survivors.
Most of us were alive when Earth died, and we lived through the fighting before and after the Schism. After that, things were in such an appalling mess that we had no choice but to try and hold
everything together, and Cheng was key to making that work. We’ve all shared so much with each other over the centuries that you couldn’t possibly understand the loyalty most of us
still feel towards the very idea of the Council.’

She gripped the edge of the table, her expression bleak. ‘But now everything’s about to change with Reunification – and I mean everything. It’s possible the Council
itself might not survive the transition, let alone Cheng. And as much as I hate to admit it, it’s possible our time is past.’

‘How could reconnecting with the Coalition cause so much change? They’re just people, same as us.’

‘Are they? Can you really say that about Ambassador Sachs?’

‘I admit the costume he wears is ridiculous, but I’m sure there’s an ordinary human being under there.’ But even as he spoke, Luc felt the lack of conviction in his
words.

‘Didn’t you hear what I said before, Gabion? The Coalition are vastly more technologically advanced than we are. We could end up swamped by them, and there are those like Borges
who’d be prepared to commit violence in order to try and turn back the tide of history.’

Something occurred to Luc as she spoke.

‘I have an idea,’ he said, gesturing towards the spinning globe. ‘According to what I can see here, the Ambassador’s flier was in a circumpolar orbit when he was last
seen, right?’

She nodded. ‘He’d have reached Liebenau in another hour or so if he hadn’t vanished.’

Luc looked again at the globe. The Ambassador’s flier would have passed over icy wastes stretching for thousands of kilometres. Stepping closer, he saw a chain of white-clad mountains
amidst an otherwise featureless void of snow.

There was a brief twinge of pain behind his eyes. Something about those mountains . . .

‘What about here?’ he asked, fingers brushing through the air where the globe was projected.

‘No, there’s nothing there, except . . .’

She paused, and turned to look at him, her mouth half-open.

‘Wait,’ she said. ‘There
is
something out there.’ She made her hands into fists and pressed them against the sides of her head. ‘Stupid,’ she muttered
to herself, ‘
stupid
.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘There,’ she said, stabbing one finger toward the chain of mountains, just a thousand kilometres shy of Vanaheim’s north pole. ‘That’s where Cheng’s kept
Javier Maxwell locked up all these centuries.’

Luc felt a sudden tightening in his chest.
Javier Maxwell.
The greatest renegade of them all, after Antonov – and the author of the very book Luc had found on Vasili’s body. A
book that, according to no less an authority than Vincent Hetaera, shouldn’t even exist.

‘Is it possible . . . ?’ he asked.

‘That this is where the Ambassador disappeared to? I can’t think of any other possibility,’ she said.

‘Perhaps if I data-ghosted there—’

‘No.’ She shook her head. ‘If Sachs can fool my surveillance networks that easily, he can certainly trick a data-ghost into seeing whatever he wants. This is going to require
eyeballs on the ground.’

‘What about your armies of micro-mechants? Can’t you use them?’

She shook her head. ‘Cheng gave the Sandoz sole responsibility for handling security for Maxwell’s prison. That means I’m not allowed to have my own surveillance anywhere near
it.’

‘So unless you plan on going out there yourself,’ said Luc, ‘you’re going to need me to go out there.’

She nodded. ‘Unless there’s something else out there I don’t know about, Maxwell’s prison is the only place Ambassador Sachs could have gone.’

‘And if we do find him there?’

‘Then we have the evidence we need to prove he’s been carrying out clandestine meetings, without putting you in any danger. And if we can confront him with that evidence, maybe
we’ll be able to find out where he really was the night of Sevgeny’s murder.’

‘But what business could Sachs possibly have with Javier Maxwell?’

‘I can imagine a couple of possibilities,’ de Almeida replied, ‘and if even a few of them turn out to be true, the Council’s in far more trouble than I’d
realized.’ She nodded toward the exit. ‘We have no idea just how long he’s going to stay at Maxwell’s prison, assuming he’s even there, and that means you need to
leave
now
.’

Within minutes, Luc found himself back on board the same flier de Almeida had used to transport him from Temur. The craft accelerated towards suborbital space, before dropping
back down in a long arc that passed over an ocean dotted with ice-floes.

Over the next hour, the floes gradually merged into a featureless expanse of white that stretched in all directions. After a while the same snow-capped mountains he’d seen in de
Almeida’s laboratory rose from around the curve of Vanaheim’s horizon, growing larger as the flier carried him towards them.

The mountains continued to expand until the flier finally passed between two of their peaks. Glancing down through the flier’s transparent upper hull, Luc saw that the slopes on the near
side of the mountains fell away into glaciated valleys and deep ravines that showed evidence of recent volcanic activity; he could see a few small unfrozen lakes here and there, tiny oases whose
shores were streaked with patches of scrubby lichen and moss.

The lakes passed out of sight as the flier decelerated, dropping towards a landing on the far side of the mountains near some foothills. The peaks of the mountains were lost in dense cloud.

De Almeida’s data-ghost appeared in the cabin next to Luc the moment the AG motors ceased to hum. ‘You’ll find cold-weather gear in the back,’ she told him.

‘I thought you said it was too risky for you to data-ghost?’

‘I hacked the private account of someone who hasn’t data-ghosted in a couple of decades,’ she replied. ‘It’ll be a long while before he notices, if ever.’

‘I don’t see much of anything,’ he said, peering out at his surroundings through the hull’s translucent surface. ‘Just snow and rocks. Couldn’t you get any
nearer than this?’

‘I didn’t want to take the chance of testing the prison’s security perimeter any more than I had to,’ she explained. ‘This is as close as I can safely get you
without risking detection. That means there’s still some way for you to go on foot, I’m afraid.’

Luc stared outside. ‘Where to, exactly?’