The Gold Thief. Justin Fisher

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СКАЧАТЬ and George gave each other a look, as though they weren’t entirely sure what to say.

      “Mum and Dad are missing, I’ve just said goodbye to my two best friends, quite possibly forever, and everyone here looks like they’ve either been beaten senseless or scared out of their wits. So you two had better start talking. For starters, what was all that about with Jonny Magik? I thought he was going to be sick when he met me.”

      George cleared his throat.

      “Our new arrival often takes to his bed with ‘ailments’. Unfortunate considering he’s our new head of security. He’s a funny chap, keeps to himself mostly, and the troupe are still a bit wary of him, as am I.”

      “You just haven’t got to know him yet, George. He’s a sin-eater, Ned,” cut in Lucy. “Benissimo brought him in from Jamaica to help us deal with the Darklings. He gets rid of the bad ones for us – sin-eating’s heavy magic.”

      “The bad ones? I thought they were all bad.”

      “Well, the boss’ll explain things properly,” said George. “But we’re in a bind, old bean. Something’s going on, only we’re not exactly sure who’s behind it. The Tinker hasn’t had a word from any of his relatives in weeks, and no one knows why. It’s as if Gearnish, the entire city and all its inhabitants, has simply fallen off the grid. But that’s not the worst of it. There has been an uncommonly large number of Darklings getting out and we’ve been stretched to capacity trying to contain them all. Things got really out of hand a few weeks ago, which is when Bene sent for Jonny Magik. So far he’s been very ‘effective’ at getting rid of them.”

      “How does he do it?”

      “We don’t know, he just takes whatever needs removing and the next day it’s gone,” explained Lucy.

      “Probably feeds them to Finn’s lions,” grinned the ape.

      “Oh, George, that’s disgusting! Jonny’s far too nice for that, and Left and Right have been vegetarian for ages,” scolded Lucy. “Besides, you heard Bene, they’re old friends. I’m sure whatever Jonny does and how he does it is above board.”

      “You always look to the good in Folk, Lucy, and I commend you for it. If I’m honest, I think you spend too much time with him.”

      “George, you know why, he’s been helping me with …” and for a moment Lucy’s voice trailed off.

      “Lucy? Helping you with what?” asked Ned.

      “Her gifts, old bean.” And at that George went a little misty-eyed. “She’ll never replace old Kitty – forgive me, dear. But she’s now not only running our infirmary and serving as just about everyone’s favourite agony aunt, she’s also becoming quite the promising Farseer. It’s Lucy who had the mirror moved from the safe house to the Glimmerman’s tent – she sensed you might be in trouble, long before we heard from the Olswangs.”

      Ned looked at Lucy. The two of them were bonded through their rings in ways that neither of them truly understood. They both wore Amplification Engines – he was an Engineer and she a Medic – but to hear that she’d taken on the gift of “sight” was a genuine shock. And that’s when he noticed it, just as it had been the last time he’d seen her. She was wearing one of Kitty’s pink and white Hello Kitty hair-clips.

      “But how, how’s that even possible?”

      Lucy shrugged. “Nobody knows. Whether Kitty somehow passed on her powers to me when she died, or if the change started when we connected to the Source. All I know is I’m starting to sense things, lots of things that haven’t happened yet.”

      “And she’ll be our greatest asset once she gets past a few teething problems.”

      “Teething problems?” asked Ned, who was still reeling from the revelation about his friend.

      “I’ll tell you about it later,” said Lucy.

      All of a sudden the night sky looked as if it were being swallowed by darkness. The moon and every star above them disappeared, blocked out by a fast-approaching silhouette, and the roar of powerful engines.

      Ned, Lucy and George looked up, George tensed and ready to fight.

      A gust of wind, a blast of horns, and Ned saw two blue and cream striped zeppelin balloons coming in to land. They were tethered together and carrying a large gold-plated gondola. An intricate crest with the letter “O” had been carved in its side.

      George lowered his hands and his shoulders dropped. But he was still frowning, his forehead deeply furrowed.

      “Who is that?” yelled Ned over the airship’s engines.

      George turned to him. “The Mirabelle’s the only ship that carries the ‘O’ of Oublier. And if the Prime of the Twelve is making an unscheduled visit – I shouldn’t wonder that trouble is close behind.”

      “I know who she is,” said Ned. “She runs the Twelve, right?”

      “And every circus and pinstripe in its ranks.”

      “But why turn up without warning?”

      “I expect she’s just found out about you, dear boy,” said George. “Either you’re in a world of trouble, or the world’s in a world of trouble.”

      

       Madame O

      ed’s head was reeling when he walked into the meeting room. His quiet word with Benissimo was now to be a larger affair and Madame Oublier’s arrival had stirred the troupe into wild panic. Rugs and wall hangings, fresh sawdust and the circus’s best bunting had been hurriedly arranged in a tent where they could talk, away from prying eyes and ears. When Ned walked in, Scraggs the cook was barking orders at a team of kitchen gnomes who were helping him to set everything up.

      “What’s got into him?” whispered Ned to Lucy.

      As well as having one of the filthiest cooking aprons Ned had ever seen, the clearly agitated cook also had a large set of tusks, the nose of a pig, and the hearing of a bat.

      “Madame Oublier – met her, have you?” Scraggs snarled back.

      “No,” smirked Ned.

      “For starters she’s French. Imagine Monsieur Couteau, the finest blade in Europe; now make him more serious and a witch that has issues with dust.”

      Behind him, Julius, Nero and Caligula, the circus’s resident pixies, were attempting to lay out a collection of biscuits for their important visitor. To the rest of the world they looked like performing monkeys in matching bellboy outfits and caps, but – without their glamours – to Ned and the troupe they were mischievous СКАЧАТЬ