Red Shift. Alan Garner

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      The water emerged from above a line of clay, but recently, so recently that the earth had not crumbled, the bank had been cut back to hold a stone through which the water ran, and the front of the stone was carved as a snake, opened mouthed.

      “How do you read?” said Logan.

      “Not more than a week old,” said Magoo, turning a head between his hands. “The stone’s new.”

      “Reconsecration,” said Buzzard. “By the Mothers. They’re moving south.”

      “Stand to. All arms,” said Logan. “At the double here.”

      “Yessir.”

      They brought Macey and the pack mule.

      “Alternative analysis?” said Logan.

      “None, sir,” said Buzzard. “This is a Mothers snake, and those heads are Cats.”

      “Will they be near?”

      “Unlikely,” said Face. “They’re scared of their own sanctuaries. They’ll come if they’ve any Cats to sacrifice.”

      “You and Magoo stand sentry,” said Logan, “but listen. All of you get this, and get it good. The guards have been taken out, maybe not by Cats. The Mothers have come south. They’ll raid the Cats wherever they find them, and both sides will whip our ass if we let them. Solutions.”

      “The usual,” said Face. “Divide and rule. Hit the infrastructure.”

      “Correct. All right? We retreat until we’re clear of the Mothers, then we go tribal.”

      “What about you, sir?” said Buzzard.

      “I can pass. I know enough to get by, but when things stabilise here, we’ll have to settle for one dialect.”

      “There’s only one,” said Magoo, and laughed. “Who’d’ve thought the Ninth would end up as frigging Mothers!”

      “We’re still the Ninth,” said Logan. “But we’re fighting a different war.” He pulled out the snake from the spring mouth and broke it. He left the pieces as they lay. “Bury the heads. Then move. Single file. South-east. Kill on sight.”

      “What with?” said Buzzard.

      “Anything. We’re fighting a different war. You’ve one chance, if you’re smart, and there’s one way to know you won’t be double-crossed. That applies at all times.”

      “All mates: all we’ve got,” said Macey. “All we need.”

      “What was it you pulled on the guard?” said Magoo. “I’ve marched with you five years and never saw. What was it?”

      “No,” said Macey, hugging himself.

      “Aw, don’t be like that. We’re your mates, goofball.” He tried to wrestle with him.

      Logan’s boot came down on Magoo’s wrist. “I’ll kill any man who touches Macey’s gear. No question. A military order. Acknowledge.”

      “Affirmative,” said the Ninth.

      They withdrew slowly, hiding their tracks. Buzzard led, Macey held the mule and Logan covered the rear. They swung into deep forest away from the road. It was quiet in the forest, as if sanctuary moved with them.

      They halted at the lip of a steep river valley. “The Dane,” said Buzzard. “It’s fordable.”

      Face climbed a tree. “We’re on course,” he said when he came down. “Sanctuary bearing three-five-zero, and a mountain, bearing one-three-zero, estimated eleven clicks. But we’ll need to swing south to avoid towns. They’ll be full of Cats wanting protection right now, so we’d better watch out when we cross the Sandbach road. There’ll be heavy traffic.”

      “Mountain status,” said Logan.

      “Isolated peak,” said Buzzard. “Mow Cop. Ridge running north. Gap near Bosley, where Cats have federal permission to fortify a camp. Suggest ideal, but cold, sir.”

      “We’d seen them coming.”

      “Militarily strong, good water, but severe exposure.”

      “Right,” said Logan. “Maintain present bearing. Cross Sandbach road, then swing for Mow Cop. And I want me a Cat village before dark.”

      “We could reach Mow Cop in daylight, sir.”

      “It’s not that easy.”

      “How big a village, sir?”

      “Big enough to equip us, not too big to take.”

      They crossed all tracks, followed none.

      “Mow Cop bearing eight-zero,” said Face, “ten clicks. And I smelt smoke: wind one-seven-zero.”

      “Report,” Logan said to Buzzard.

      Buzzard went up the tree. “Domestic,” he said.

      “Not a raid?”

      “Negative.”

      “Distance?”

      “Estimated three clicks.”

      “Tether and blindfold the mule,” Logan said to Macey. “Magoo, Face, go see that village. Full logistics and report back before dusk.”

      “Yessir.”

      “You all right, kid?” said Logan.

      “I guess so.”

      “We’ll be depending on you. Your mates. You won’t chicken?”

      “I hope not, sir.”

      “Kip down: Buzzard and I’ll stand to.”

      “What do you plan?” said Buzzard.

      “I don’t know yet,” said Logan.

      “Why smash that snake? Sure, they were the Mothers, but I’ve never known you violate gods. Even Magoo was shook up. Hit the infrastructure, yeh, but in the Ninth we always said Logan—”

      “In the Ninth we still say.”

      “Sir?”

      “We still say, we still think, we still do. The Ninth functions.”

      “Yessir.”

      “Sound more convinced.”

      “I’d just like to report,” said Buzzard, “that if we’re the Ninth, we’re understrength.”

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