Arcadia

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Just a pointless act of kindness.’

  ‘If you want him, you can have him. We can say he died in captivity. Suicide or something. It may be as good as suicide anyway. You know that, don’t you?’

  ‘I am quite aware of the risks.’

  Emily walked over and gave him the Devil’s Handwriting, hesitating for only a fraction of a second before putting it into his hand. ‘We have established, by the way, that it is of very recent vintage. It looks old and was evidently meant to convince people it is old. It defeats most tests, but it is quite definitely a fake. Don’t believe anyone who tells you differently; we are experts in this field.’ She gave Kendred a severe look as she turned away again.

  Oldmanter flicked through its pages with deep interest for several minutes, then let out a sigh of satisfaction. ‘We will leave for Mull in an hour.’

  *

  For Oldmanter, having the girl voluntarily give him the manuscript was yet another extraordinary piece of good fortune. A more sentimental man would have wondered if fate wanted him to have this technology.

  He could most definitely afford to appear generous, not least because no generosity was involved. He would dispose of the renegades and they would make the task easier by rushing to volunteer. They would herd themselves into the transportation device, beg to be dispatched. If anything demonstrated their unfitness to live, that was it.

  Of course, it wasn’t that simple. There were the needs of research as well. This was brought up the following day, when he settled down to map out the schedule with his closest advisers.

  ‘Every single one?’ they asked. ‘There must be millions of them.’

  ‘It will be spread over a period of years. I agreed to send them; I did not agree to a timetable. We get rid of them, at any rate, and subsequent developments can be kept pure of social infections. In due course proper colonists will arrive and they will need labour. Has there been any work on which period is best suited for colonisation?’

  ‘As you know, sir, the greater the distance, the greater the amount of power needed.’

  ‘Meaning?’

  ‘Ideally we would send people to an epoch when there are no human settlements, but that would require huge amounts of power and they would arrive with nothing. If we could commandeer existing infrastructure and send them less far, then we could keep costs down dramatically.’

  ‘I thought that was ruled out because of the difficulties of dealing with the indigenous population. I remember talking to Grange about it.’

  ‘Yes, sir, but that was when the plan was to invade and conquer, then use the indigenous population as slave labour. Hanslip sketched out an alternative which makes this notion more viable. He was toying with the idea that the cheapest approach would be to encourage the native population to kill themselves by exploding a bomb at a period of heightened tension during the nuclear age. Each side would blame the other, and the subsequent war would do most of the work for us; if need be we could unleash biological weapons on any survivors. When the world is clean and empty, we can begin transporting the settlers. It would mean moving people only a couple of hundred years, and despite the damage there would be substantial infrastructure still available. It is a highly imaginative solution, and very cost-effective. The added virtue of the plan is that we could begin almost immediately.’

  ‘What period?’

  ‘The memorandum pinpointed the most vulnerable moments, running from 1962 to 2024. We will use one of them.’

  ‘No moral objections from anyone? I don’t want to be hauled in front of some ethics committee.’

  ‘There can be no moral obligation to people who are both long dead and, as far as we are concerned, do not exist. We have tested that hypothesis thoroughly.’

  ‘No safety issues? For us, I mean.’

  ‘No. Again, the panel of physicists has reviewed the matter and finds no problems. They dismissed Angela Meerson’s theories as absurd.’

  ‘Then I suggest you start the preparations. The sooner we see if this thing works, the better.’

  ‘There is one other thing. We only got the vote from the physicists by promising one of them that we would conduct experiments into future transportation. He is preparing a paper based on some of the captured material and wants to ensure that we can send people forwards, as well as back. We’ll need to do something to keep him happy, and we will have to explore this in due course anyway to maintain proper communication between worlds.’

  ‘I do hate these people,’ Oldmanter said. ‘Still, give him what he wants. And I think it would be best to terminate Dr Hanslip. It occurs to me that if we send him with the renegades, he may have sufficient knowledge to re-create the machine eventually. If I am going to spend a fortune to get rid of them, I don’t want them turning up again in a few generations.’

  60

  Pamarchon walked hand in hand with Rosalind on his way to the meeting hall, neither saying much for some time, and both merely content that the other was there.

  ‘Better than I could have hoped for,’ she said. ‘One might even say it is a miracle.’

  He took his hand away from hers and looked at her with a worried expression.

  ‘What’s the matter?’

  ‘It is a miracle. So how can I ask you to be my wife now?’

  ‘Whatever do you mean?’

  ‘I have seen who you are. How could I presume to ask for your hand now?’

  ‘Oh, stuff and nonsense, Pamarchon, son of whoever. Stuff and nonsense. Don’t you dare talk to me like that,’ Rosalind replied in alarm. ‘Listen, I will tell you once, and once only. There is nothing magical about me. There is nothing even particularly special or beautiful about me either, unless you choose to see me like that.’ She paused. ‘You can, you know,’ she hinted. ‘If you want to.’

  ‘But back there …?’

  ‘It’s a long story, and a strange one. I know it seems very unlikely and everything. That’s just because you don’t know the whole story, you see? Everybody only knows a bit of it. So they think there must be something incredibly meaningful about it. Why, Henary thought the world was going to end.’

  ‘Esilio, though …’

  ‘Ah, yes. He’s a bit difficult to explain. But I’ll tell you one thing. He had no more idea of who killed your uncle than anyone else. All he did was sit there and get everyone else to do the work for him. He didn’t figure out how or why Jaqui killed your uncle; Henary did. He hadn’t the faintest idea what was going on. Not a clue. He was very good at hiding it, but then he is a professor.’

  ‘Everyone saw his apparition.’

  ‘True. He popped up out of nowhere. But then, so did I, and there’s nothing strange about me. I’ve been trying to tell everyone this for ages. If it’s any help, I don’t understand it either, but there we are. I’m here, I’m real and I have already agreed to marry you, and I expect you to keep your side of the bargain. As you get to know me a little better, you will see how ordinary I really am.’

  ‘You will never be that.’

  ‘That’s sweet, but you haven’t responded.’

  ‘Were it possible to want you even more than I already did, then I do. Of course I do.’

  ‘A subjunctive! Well done. That’s settled then.’

  It was a diversion, that last remark, as she didn’t want him to see the tears of relief and happiness welling up in her eyes. She disguised her feelings by hurling herself at him and wrapping her arms tightly round his neck. They stood there for some time, until he finally pulled away.

  ‘I have work to do,’ he said.

  ‘I’d better get back to the Shrine. I promised.’

  ‘Do you want company?’

  ‘It’ll be fine. You go to this assembly thing.’

  He watched until she had disappeared down the track to the Shrine, then continued on his way. He had only taken a few paces before he saw Lady Catherine.

  *

  ‘I owe you an apology, it seems,’ P
amarchon said as he approached.

  ‘Less than the one I owe you.’

  ‘Then let us both accept the other’s regret, and settle this last matter swiftly.’

  They walked together for a while before Pamarchon said, ‘I was told to say something to you. I do not know what it means.’

  ‘Then speak.’

  ‘He told me to say that your secret must be paid for. What does he mean?’

  ‘He means that I should renounce Willdon and acknowledge you,’ Catherine replied quietly.

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Thenald had discovered that I was not a woman of great family. I was, and am, a fraud and he was about to put me aside in disgrace. That is my secret, the one Henary should have revealed in his defence of you. It is why Esilio spared him the task.’

  ‘You are an imposter?’

  ‘Yes. Now you know it, I could not oppose you even if I chose to do so. I will withdraw. I ask only that you preserve my secret as he did, for kindness’ sake.’

  ‘I do not think that was the price he had in mind,’ Pamarchon said. ‘Why, otherwise, did he make Gontal speak? He wasn’t protecting Henary alone, but you as well. I believe his meaning is different. He wants you to remain as Lord of Willdon.’

  ‘You can’t know that.’

  ‘He knows my heart. He knows I yearn to voyage, see things no man has ever seen before, and I could not do that if I was tied to this place. You must rule Willdon, and in return I ask that you look after my people. They followed me, and I owe them that. That is the price he meant.’

  ‘How many are there?’

  ‘About six hundred, if you count women and children.’

  She thought swiftly, the practical woman of business once more. ‘I’d have to extend the boundaries of the domain, clear some forest.’ She turned to Pamarchon. ‘Will they settle? Abandon forest life?’

  ‘Most will. The others you must help as they wish. I will not have them hounded or driven into poverty.’

  ‘You will have to stay for a while. They would not trust me, and I do not know them or understand them. You would have to help.’

  ‘Agreed.’

  ‘Afterwards I will look after them as well as you have, and as well as I do everyone else. Are you sure that is his meaning, and are you certain it is what you want?’

  But Pamarchon had come to a halt. He touched Catherine gently on the arm and stopped her as well.

  He put his finger to his lips. ‘When I speak, do exactly as I say,’ he said, so softly she could scarcely hear him. ‘Do not doubt me, or hesitate.’

  Catherine could hear nothing, but knew someone like Pamarchon could understand noises that meant nothing to her.

  ‘This way,’ he whispered. ‘Quickly!’ Grabbing her firmly by the arm, he led her off the path and into the trees.

  Catherine followed him without questioning, keeping as quiet as he evidently wanted her to do. He paused, made her go in front of him, guided her carefully to avoid making too much noise, then pulled her down onto the ground.

  ‘Soldiers,’ he said. ‘At least a dozen. They are not mine and, I’d guess, not yours either. They’re making far too much noise for people used to the woods.’

  ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘Yes. It is the reason I am still alive. I don’t make mistakes about things like this. Do not move a muscle.’

  ‘I have to breathe.’

  ‘Must you?’ He flashed her a reassuring grin, then vanished.

  He disappeared into the undergrowth so carefully that not a branch broke or leaf rustled. Catherine crouched down, listening intently; faintly, in the distance, she heard voices, shouting, the clang of metal. Pamarchon had been right. They could not be her people.

  Any further thoughts were interrupted by the elegant, almost dainty way he slid back down beside her. ‘Yes,’ he said with a certain satisfaction. ‘They are Gontal’s men. He seems to have decided to take by force what he is unlikely to have by right. Any ideas?’

  ‘You are asking me?’

  ‘I am. I have my men, but they are some way off and I do not want bloodshed. Not least because I do not know what side your own people would join. That would be a disastrous end to this. I assume we need to get you to the assembly square?’

  ‘I imagine people will be gathering there already. They will choose from candidates who present themselves in person.’

  ‘So Gontal’s aim will be to stop either of us getting there. The Chamberlain will start the meeting, call for candidates, and only Gontal will be present. We may protest afterwards, but it will be too late. If we try to fight our way through, then Gontal will feign outrage at our unwarranted assault.’

  ‘So,’ she said, ‘we sit here until it is too late, use your men to unleash a bloodbath we might lose, or risk arrows in our chests by trying to get in unnoticed. Gontal, I fear, has gone too far to be squeamish.’

  ‘Surely Esilio will not allow this to happen?’

  ‘I think he would say this is our business.’

  ‘In that case,’ he said, ‘we will have to make Gontal see the error of his ways.’

  *

  Catherine hoped that Pamarchon knew what he was doing. Certainly he seemed very sure of himself when he explained what he intended; for her part she could see no way of avoiding a direct confrontation. They hurried towards the great house, but could only get to within a few hundred yards before the open spaces meant there was no chance of concealment.

  ‘It never occurred to me that these gardens might serve a purpose. They make a curiously useful defence. Ah, well. Do you understand what you must do?’

  ‘Yes, General,’ Catherine said. He looked at her. ‘A joke,’ she said.

  He grunted as she prepared to stand.

  ‘Catherine,’ he said, and held out his hand. She looked a little puzzled, then took it. ‘Do be careful. I have just acquired a family member I value. I don’t want to lose you so soon. I will cover you from here with my bow, but be prepared to run.’

  The rest was simple. She walked boldly towards the house, and within a minute Gontal’s soldiers appeared, swords and bows at the ready. This was the dangerous bit; if they had been given orders to kill her on sight, then all the plans would come to nothing. That was why they had had an argument. She had insisted she should go; he had refused. It had become quite childish, for a moment, until she had said:

  ‘Why shouldn’t I do it?’

  ‘Because it was my idea. And I’m bigger than you.’

  At which she sniffed disapprovingly and he, realising how absurd he was, laughed. ‘I can’t get at my men and I can’t command yours,’ she pointed out, ‘and we may need them. Besides, I can frighten Gontal better than you. I know him. He will not dare kill me. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.’

  He had agreed very reluctantly indeed, but he knew she was correct.

  So she marched up to the men and spoke before they could apprehend her.

  ‘Go and tell your master, Scholar Gontal, that he must come here immediately, or the wrath of Esilio will be let loose on this place and the whole of Anterwold destroyed, in punishment for his disobedience.’

  *

  ‘Have you noticed, Gontal, how the spirit operates?’ Catherine said when the fat scholar waddled towards them ten minutes later. They had stood uneasily with Gontal’s guards as one of their number ran off to find their master. No one had said a word; Pamarchon had seemed entirely relaxed, which made the soldiers even more nervous.

  ‘Prophecies are fulfilled by men,’ Catherine continued. ‘Judgements and decisions are carried out by men. There is no magic, no spells, no supernatural interventions. Just the acts of men and women. Esilio proclaimed that Pamarchon and I should present ourselves as candidates to the assembly. That was part of the judgement condemning Jaqui, and if it was broken then Anterwold would be destroyed in its entirety.’

  ‘If they are fulfilled by men then I have nothing to fear,’ Gontal replied. ‘No man could destroy Anterwold, and if the go
ds do not intervene, then it will continue.’

  ‘That is not true,’ Pamarchon said. ‘I can destroy it. I will do so.’

  Gontal laughed. ‘You? With your little band of outlaws? What are you going to do? Tear up the mountains, stone by stone? Drink the rivers and the seas?’

  ‘Those are just rocks and water. They are not Anterwold. Anterwold is the people and the way they live. The things which bind them together and make them know who they are. Anterwold is the Story. And yes, I will destroy it, with my little band of outlaws.’

  Gontal gestured to his men, who drew their swords. ‘No, you won’t. You will die first, and you will even give me a justification for killing you.’

  ‘Then you will destroy it, and you will be cursed for ever.’

  The calm way that Pamarchon spoke made Gontal pause. The young man did not seem afraid, and he did not seem to be threatening. He seemed to be setting out the facts.

  ‘When I thought of retaking Willdon, I knew that it could only be done by force. I had enough men, and perhaps I could have succeeded. But many would have died, and I did not want that. Why should the people of Willdon suffer for what others had done to me? So I thought of a different way. Two days ago I talked to four of my best men, people who owe me everything, people I could trust to do what I asked without question. I sent them to Ossenfud with orders to conceal themselves inside the Story Hall. Catherine would be given the choice: resign her position, or the Story Hall would be burnt.

  ‘If I did not appear within five days they would know that I was dead and our hopes had gone. They would leave, setting it on fire. The entire building. The whole Story, every last roll and document, would burn.

  ‘You cannot possibly find them or intercept them in time. If I am not in Ossenfud within the next three days, they will carry out my orders. Everything Anterwold is, all its memories and knowledge, will be destroyed. So Anterwold will be destroyed, as the spirit promised. If you wish I can summon my closest companion, and he will confirm everything I say.’

  Gontal studied Pamarchon as he spoke. Could he be serious? Was he, was anyone, that ruthless and depraved? He could not read him, could not tell. Catherine, standing slightly apart from them, tried to guess which one would break first. She had nothing to say here; this was not her contest.