Into the No-Zone. Eugene Lambert

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СКАЧАТЬ and calls to the rest that they can look again. As they turn, he pulls out the knife for the pretend Unwrapping and brandishes it.

      ‘One good, one evil!’ he hisses. ‘Which is which?’

      The kids shout their guesses, spit flying from their mouths.

      I grab Colm’s arm. ‘I don’t want to see this.’

      ‘It’s only a game,’ he says, but lets me drag him away.

      The stone-walled corral is built into the cliff ’s overhang. By the time we get there it’s full night-dark, but just enough of the bigmoon has hauled itself above the western clifftops to throw some useful shine down. Colm hangs back, looking after Squint while I creep up to the gate and peer through it. A lump of darkness stirs at the back wall. I hear a hiss, a warning rattle of neck feathers, her chain scraping. We only call her a dragon for fun of course. Really she’s a sky lizard. And not just any sky lizard – she’s a queen. Twice the size of the males, ten times as vicious.

      I’m waving the bag to give her the smell of the chicken guts when I hear footfalls behind me. I whip round, blade out.

      ‘Thought I’d find you here,’ Fleur says.

      She’s got a fake-scared face on. Behind her are some of her deadhead mates, watching, swapping grins. That’s what they call themselves, the kids we rescued from the Facility.

      I clutch my side. ‘What you doing, creeping up on us?’

      ‘Heard you took a kicking,’ Fleur says. ‘Ouch. Look at you.’

      I put the blade away and straighten up.

      ‘You should see the other guy.’

      ‘Hey, Fleur,’ Colm says, and shifts his feet.

      She smiles at him. ‘Hey, Colm. How’s it going?’

      While they talk, I scan her face like I always do, looking for any hint of accusation or blame. But not a bit of it – just the same fair hair, freckles and sad expression as her ident sister, Fliss, the girl who sacrificed herself to lead away the Slayers hunting Sky and me near Drakensburg. Reassured, I open my mouth to mumble the same question I always mumble. Before I can get it out though she glances my way and shakes her head. Still no word on her sister, that tells me. Still missing, presumed to be dead. Yet here Fleur stands, looking pleased to see me.

      Okay, so I played a part in rescuing her and her mates from the Facility, but still . . .

      ‘They say you smashed Stauffer’s foot,’ she says. ‘Lamed him.’

      I shrug. ‘Tosser had it coming. Anyway, he’s nublood same as us, so he won’t stay lame.’

      ‘More’s the pity,’ Colm mutters.

      ‘Think he’ll come after you?’ Fleur says.

      ‘Wouldn’t you?’ I say, a little more edgy than I meant.

      Time to change the subject.

      ‘You here to help feed the dragon, Fleur?’

      ‘No way. I’ve lost enough fingers already, thanks.’ She grins, holds her fist out and bumps stumps with me and Colm. ‘Wouldn’t want to come between you and your lizard girlfriend.’

      ‘Scared, huh?’

      ‘Whatever. Look, hurry up. I’ve got big news to tell you.’

      ‘Oh frag, not you too.’

      The smell of rank breath hits me and I hear the snap of powerful jaws. I turn to see the huge, leathery bulk of the queen sky lizard facing me, her triangular head rammed against the bars of the gate, long snout poking through. Her four big compound eyes glitter in the moonshine as she watches us. Her sting-tail swishes dirt back and forth. They hack the stinger bit off every so often. I check to make sure it hasn’t grown back, and it hasn’t.

      ‘Hungry, are you?’ I whisper.

      She jaw-snaps again and whistles. A milky-white membrane flicks across her lower eyes, fastened on the bag of offal. She’s fed on live goats. I give her treats because I feel sorry for her.

      ‘Hurry up,’ Fleur says, wrinkling her nose.

      Braced to fling myself away if she goes for me, I peel the bag of chicken offal open and hold it out. The lizard tilts her huge head, flares her snout-slits and sniffs, sucking air into her lungs with a sound like a blast furnace. Now she gapes, showing me row after row of razor-sharp fangs. Her crazy-long tongue flicks through the bars and explores the bag. By the time I quit flinching it’s already coiled up back inside her mouth. She tail-thumps, her dark neck feathers lifting and spreading. In better light we’d see them go all sorts of colours. Holding my breath I lock eyes with her and push the bag through the bars.

      ‘Chicken’s your favourite, isn’t it?’

      Behind me, Fleur groans. ‘Can’t you just throw it?’

      Whoof ! The big lizard lunges and plucks the bag out of my hand so quickly I hardly have time to twitch. I swallow. With my ribs hurting and strapped, no way would I have been fast enough to dodge if she’d gone for me. She could’ve had my arm off easy if she’d wanted to. That was dumb, no three ways about it.

      ‘You’re crazy, you know that?’ Fleur says.

      ‘It’s not right, caging her like this,’ I say, backing off, a bit shaken. There’s lizard drool on my sleeve so I crouch to wipe it off in the dirt. I watch as the lizard wolfs the scraps down in one big gulp. Inside my head I see other cages, holding ident children. If that’s so wrong, why isn’t this?

      Colm half smiles, half winces. His thinking smile. ‘Maybe not, but let her go and they’d all go. We’d lose our cover.’

      He’s right, as always. Sky lizards and people don’t mix. The local sky lizard colony would have cleared off as soon as we moved in, but with their queen trapped down here and her stink calling to them, the males stick around. When the occasional Slayer windjammer comes scouting, they see the sky lizards circling, and their droppings white-scarring the rocks, and look no further.

      Cunning and necessary, I guess. Still can’t say I like it.

      Fleur huffs. ‘You ready to listen now?’

      In the moonshine her eyes look massive. Like Sky inside the Slayer transport, the girl can hardly stand still – she’s so full to bursting with news. Behind me the massive lizard hisses and slams into the bars, hungry for some more chicken guts.

      ‘Listen to what?’ I say, distracted.

      She grins. ‘You ain’t heard about the peace deal then?’

      ‘The what ?’ I glance at Colm, but he looks as stunned as I do.

      Fleur laps up our surprise, her grin even wider. Behind her, the deadheads nod and mutter among themselves.

      ‘Seriously,’ she says. ‘That’s the buzz going around – a peace deal’s on the table. There’s already a ceasefire. СКАЧАТЬ