The Malice. Peter Newman

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СКАЧАТЬ scans the streets, counting pods, watching them disgorge their contents onto the floor. Aside from his own people, the streets are empty.

      They will not stay that way for long.

      The man intones his name, not Genner, his real one. In answer, knights clank to attention, drawing swords, saluting. Squires rush to their sides and soldiers come limping, come running, moving as best they can into formation.

      Duet does not join them, choosing instead to watch through a hole in a cracked wall. She stands either side of a pale-faced Vesper, fencing her between steel and stone.

      The girl straightens, trying to peer through the hole. ‘What’s—’

      Duet’s hands find her shoulders, silencing, pushing her back down.

      Before the wall cuts the scene from her eyes, shots ring out. A squire catches a bullet with his hip, spinning twice before falling. The bullet continues on its merry way, barely slowed, bouncing off walls, looking for more targets. Knights and soldiers disperse, returning fire.

      Behind the wall, Vesper struggles to make sense of the chaos outside. She hears more orders being given. They are under attack. More shots, shouts, the sudden belching of fire and screaming, like pigs being savaged by wolves. Pushing aside Duet, she manages to catch a glimpse of the action. Bodies twisting and tearing, people running, some of them on fire. She does not know who is dying and suddenly it does not matter. Nobody should suffer this way.

      Vesper ducks down, unwilling to see further.

      But the sounds continue, forcing past hands pressed over ears. Fire rumbles, steady, underscoring the highs and lows of battle, constant against the chatter of guns and screams of the injured. Time stretches, each moment heaping age on Vesper’s shoulders. She weeps, but war cares little for tears or the children that shed them.

      Then, twenty-five voices rise together, thrumming along sacred blades, irresistible. And even though their judgement is not directed at her, even though the girl knows that this is the sound of the Seraph Knights joining the fight, she shivers.

      In her arms, the sword is heavy and cold.

      Hands release their pressure from Vesper’s shoulders but they do not leave. Duet nods, two heads moving as one. ‘It is safe –’

      ‘– For now.’

      Her voices are complementary, not identical but seamless in the way they join their sentences.

      Vesper looks from one to the other, quickly wipes her eyes. ‘I don’t understand … they weren’t infernal, they were just people. Like us. All the blood!’ Her mouth twists with horror. ‘I’m sorry. I can’t …’

      Duet looks down at her and her sentence dies, unfinished.

      ‘They are –’

      ‘– Calling us.’

      ‘We must –’

      ‘– Go now.’

      Duet guides her around piles of rubble. On the far side of the street, Vesper can make out something charred, smoking. Fascination and horror come hand in hand. For a while she cannot tell which side the body belonged to. No, she thinks, it is not one of theirs. Flecks of magenta in the uniform identify the unfortunate as Sonorous independent military. The realisation brings little relief.

      A palm presses in the small of her back, moving her on. There is so much wreckage for such a small skirmish, she cannot take it all in, nor can she stop looking. Limbs, bits of clothing, unrecognisable hunks of meat, still sizzling on the stone. Smells invade nostrils, snake up into the brain to make memories, lasting.

      On broken chunks of brick, she sees blood glistening. The sight makes her stop. There are no corpses here, just bricks flecked crimson and a dark puddle spreading between them. The strangeness of it holds her, troubling a traumatised mind.

      ‘What happened here?’

      ‘It doesn’t –’

      ‘– Matter.’

      ‘But how did the blood get here? Who did it belong to? This doesn’t make any sense.’

      ‘This is war –’

      ‘People die. That’s –’

      ‘– All.’

      ‘But there has to be more to it than that!’

      Duet exchanges an exasperated look with herselves. ‘They are traitors –’

      ‘– Who side with demons.’

      ‘It’s them –’

      ‘– Or us.’

      Vesper’s eyes are too wide, staring but not seeing.

      ‘We have –’

      ‘– To go.’

      She doesn’t hear Duet, doesn’t catch the urgency in the Harmonised’s tone. ‘But who were they?’

      ‘We have –’

      ‘– To go.’

      ‘This was a person once.’

      One of Duet tuts, the other sighs heavily, and both take one of Vesper’s arms, dragging her the rest of the way.

      As they get closer to the main group, Vesper sees that Sonorous has lost many troops this day. Their own forces have fared better. Only one knight has fallen. Squires attend their dead master, reclaiming armour and sword. Such items are priceless, made by the creator when the Empire of the Winged Eye was born. Stripped of office and dignity, the corpse is placed with the others. There is no time for ceremony, so the soldiers move quickly, levelling their lances, incinerating remains. A knight’s death is regrettable, an untainted corpse left behind for the infernals, unforgivable.

      Genner strides over to meet them. ‘You’re unharmed?’

      Duet answers for the young girl. ‘The bearer –’

      ‘– Is unharmed.’

      ‘Then all is not lost. Help is coming but it will take time to reach us. We’re going to take the forge and hold out for rescue.’

      ‘This is wrong!’ Vesper exclaims, clutching the fabric of Genner’s uniform in her fists. ‘These people have died because of me! I’m not the bearer. I’m just a stupid girl. You take the sword. Here.’

      He leans closer to her ear, lowering his voice. ‘It’s too late for that. You are the bearer, you have to believe that and they –’ he gestures to the troops and squires, patching wounds and forming up behind him ‘– have to believe it too.’

      Tears stream down cheeks, mixing with snot on her top lip.

      Genner turns to the Harmonised. ‘She’s in shock. Get her some stims and keep her under cover until we’re ready to move.’

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