ТОП просматриваемых книг сайта:
Last Stand of Dead Men. Derek Landy
Читать онлайн.Название Last Stand of Dead Men
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9780007489244
Автор произведения Derek Landy
Жанр Учебная литература
Серия Skulduggery Pleasant
Издательство HarperCollins
“I—I’m sorry, but yes.”
Back onscreen, Portia was talking again. “No doubt our own Sanctuary will publicly condemn us for what we are about to do, even though they will understand why it is necessary. For too long, Grand Mage Ravel has entertained the Supreme Council’s excessive demands. For too long, he has indulged their whims and forgiven their sins. This latest sin cannot be forgiven. And so we offer a life for a life.”
“Don’t do it,” said Ravel, but the words had barely left his mouth when Syc drew the knife across Bernard Sult’s throat.
Ghastly stiffened and there was no sound in the room except for the sound of Sult dying onscreen.
“Let it be known,” said Portia, “that if one of ours is harmed, one of yours will die.”
The screen went blank.
“Turn it off,” said Ravel, his voice low, his jaw clenched. “Tipstaff. Activate the shield.”
“The shield is up, sir.”
“Out. Everyone out.” The room emptied quickly, until there were only the Elders left. “We’ll go to war over this,” he said. “This is everything they needed. This is the excuse they were looking for. A public execution of one of their people. Any sympathy we may have had, any, was washed away the moment that blade touched his skin.” Ravel turned to Mist. “Those two don’t do anything without your permission.”
“So I had thought,” said Mist. “Obviously, I was wrong. You are suspicious of me?”
“You could say that.”
Mist’s veil made it impossible to read her face. “That is unfortunate. Please allow me to repeat myself – I had nothing to do with this. They acted without my knowledge and certainly without my permission. I cannot, and I will not, be held responsible for their actions.”
“They’re Children of the Spider,” said Ghastly. “Just like you.”
“And that makes me culpable? Preposterous. Are you to be held responsible every time an Elemental commits a crime?”
“Children of the Spider are an especially tight-knit bunch.”
“We are no closer than family,” said Mist, “and yet siblings are not held accountable for each other, are they? I had no idea Portia and Syc were going to do what they did, and unless you have evidence beyond mere suspicion, we should be concentrating on bringing them to justice and dealing with the ramifications of this terrible act.”
She moved for the door, but Ghastly blocked her way. “You can’t just walk out of here.”
“On the contrary,” she said, “I can and I am about to. Administrator Tipstaff may not be able to track them, but someone has to, and by the looks of things the rest of you are too busy blaming me to do anything constructive. So if you will excuse me.”
She stepped round Ghastly and walked on, and he just stood there.
The inside of the cottage was just as Valkyrie remembered it – a bookshelf against one wall, a guitar tucked into the corner, a large rug on the wooden floor and a sofa that had seen better days. And hanging from the rafters, dozens of bundles of twigs, shaped like little men. Dream whisperers. Cassandra had given Valkyrie one as a present the first time they’d met.
“Do you still have yours?” Cassandra asked, catching Valkyrie’s uneasy look.
“Yes,” Valkyrie said automatically, before she even had a chance to consider telling the truth. She ignored Skulduggery’s tilt of the head, and motioned to the guitar. “Do you play much?”
“Not as much as I used to,” Cassandra said. “I was pretty good, once upon a time. I picked up an old one in the sixties and I was taught by one of the best guitarists of the era.”
“Jimi Hendrix?”
“Angelo Bartolotti. This was the 1660s.”
“Oh. Yeah. Right.”
“It was a whole different instrument back then. But you didn’t come here to talk about my musical past as a Baroque chick, did you?”
“You’ve had a vision?” Skulduggery asked.
“Yes,” said Cassandra. “Or at least I will. In a few minutes.”
Valkyrie frowned. “You haven’t had it yet?”
“No. But I dreamed that I was going to have it, and that it involved the two of you.”
“Wait. So … you had a vision that you were going to have a vision?”
“Fortune-telling is a strange business. Come down to the cellar.”
She led the way downstairs to a large room with cement walls and a metal grille for a floor. Rusted pipes ran up the walls and across the ceiling like infected veins. It was cold and it was bleak. Cassandra sat in the straight-backed chair in the middle of the chamber, picked up the yellow umbrella and held it across her lap. “So how have you both been?”
“Uh, fine,” Valkyrie said. “Are you having your vision now?”
“It’ll come when it comes,” Cassandra told her. “How’s that boyfriend of yours?”
“Fletcher?”
“No, the other one.”
Valkyrie felt a scowl rise. “Caelan?”
“No, the other one. Or … wait. Maybe that hasn’t happened yet.”
“What? You’ve seen a future boyfriend of mine? Who is he? What’s his name? Is he hot?”
Cassandra smiled. “I’m afraid I can’t say.”
“Just tell me if he’s hot.”
“If I give you any details about him at all, it could change what happens. The future is uncertain. It’s always changing. If you know who he is, he might never become your boyfriend.”
“She’s annoying when she has a boyfriend,” Skulduggery said. “Please do me a favour and tell us who it is.”
Cassandra laughed. “I’ve said too much already. The only reason I’m showing you this vision I’m about to have is because it relates to the one you’ve already seen.”
“The ruined city,” Valkyrie said.
“Aha,” Cassandra murmured, her eyes closing. “It’s starting. If you wouldn’t mind?”
Skulduggery clicked his fingers and Valkyrie did the same, and they each summoned a ball of fire into their hands. They dropped the fireballs to the grille – within seconds the coals underneath were glowing orange. Heat rose, filling the chamber. Valkyrie stood with her back against the wall.
Cassandra opened the umbrella, and Skulduggery turned a little red wheel. Water gurgled through the pipes and sprayed from the sprinklers, and immediately clouds of steam began billowing. Cassandra sat in the middle of it all, the umbrella keeping her dry. When she was lost amid the swirling steam, Skulduggery cut off the water.
Valkyrie stepped forward, and Skulduggery joined her. It was quiet.