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Visiting Yaozu might be a good thing. Yaozu had plenty of sap.
As Rector followed Zeke and Houjin down streets that felt like mining tunnels, across tracks for carts, and around the more heavily populated corners of the Station, he began to plot. He could try negotiation. Barter. Begging. All the usual tricks. Sap couldn’t be that hard to come by, there at the source.
Houjin announced, “We’re here! This is the lift. ”
“And this will take us into the Station?”
“Yep. ” Zeke hesitated, looking embarrassed—even behind the mask. “But you know how it goes, Huey: This is where I turn around. Momma will kill me if I go any deeper. ”
Rector snorted. “Still obeying your momma? At your age?”
“You’ve met her. ’Sides, Yaozu wants to see you, not me. He don’t have no use for me—he’s told me so himself. ”
“Lucky you. ”
Zeke shrugged. “You might get lucky, too. Huey, I’ll see you when you come back around, huh?”
“Sure. I’ll bring him back. Let him go to bed, if that’s what he wants. ”
Rector didn’t like being talked about as if he wasn’t there, but all he said was, “Later, Zeke. Give my regards to your momma. ”
“You don’t mean it, so I won’t bother. ”
“Suit yourself. ”
On that note, Zeke turned back the way he’d come. Houjin unhooked a retracting metal gate and slid it aside. “After you,” he said.
Once Rector was on board, Huey joined him inside. He closed the gate again, pulled a lever, and together they swayed slightly as the lift jerked, then started its descent.
While they dropped—a bit too fast for Rector’s liking, but at least it wasn’t stairs—Houjin peeled his gas mask off and drew a deep breath. He let it out, then said, “You can take yours off, too, now. It used to be that you could go from the Vaults to the Station without wearing one, but we’ve had so many problems lately … it’s just not safe. ”
“Nothing’s safe down here. That’s what it looks like to me. ”
“Looks aren’t everything. ”
“They’re something. ”
Houjin closed his mouth and left his hand on the lever as he stuffed his mask into the back of his pants. Likewise, Rector removed his own. It came off his face with a sucking noise that made him want to retch.
He tossed his head back and forth and combed his fingers through his hair. It was wet with sweat where the straps had held the mask steady, and everything felt like it needed to be washed. That damn Blight gas made everything slick and dirty; there was no getting away from it.
He glanced at his hands and grimaced. They bled at the knuckles and along their backs where he’d rubbed them against his pants in a desperate and futile effort to relieve the itching.
“You think that nurse in the Vaults will have some cream for this?”
The lift stopped with a bump and a clatter. Houjin opened the gate and held it for Rector, who exited into a shockingly ornate corridor.
“Maybe. ”
Long red runners followed the length of a marble-tiled hall, and gold brocade paper covered the walls in a fuzzy, lustrous pattern. Gas-lamp sconces hung in pairs, but they weren’t hooked up to gas. Even a technological know-nothing like Rector could see that they’d been refitted for electric lights, and these glass bulbs burned hot, sparking and fizzing almost like the candles or lanterns they’d been designed to replace.
“Wow. Get a gander at this place!” Rector exclaimed.
“I’ve seen it before. ” Houjin closed the gate to the lift and started off down the hall to the right, but Rector didn’t follow him. Not immediately.
“Hey, what’s up with you, anyway?” he asked. “Why’d you get so quiet on me?”
“I’m thinking. ”
“Is that the only time you’re quiet? Because this is the first time you’ve shut up since I woke up. ”
Houjin stopped and turned around. “Why do you care? You haven’t been listening. ”
“I’ve been listening some. But now you’re mad, and it’s making me squirrelly. ”
“I’m not … mad,” he argued, calculating the worth of the word, and discarding it. “I’m worried. ”
“About me?”
“Hell no. Something else. I’ll tell you later. ”
Rector said, “Fine,” and this time when Houjin continued down the hall, Rector followed him. He caught up and found himself worrying, too, but not knowing why. There were so many goddamn things to worry about in this place, it was hard to tell them all apart.
Houjin reached a pair of huge metal doors, painted with a mural that looked fresh from a museum, with seals, orcas, and eagles presented in shimmering pastels. He would’ve stopped to stare, but Houjin pushed against the doors and they split down the middle, cutting the scene in two.
“Yaozu’s quarters are this way. They used to be Minnericht’s, but Yaozu moved in when Minnericht died. ”
“Took over the guy’s home and business both, did he?”
“Look at this place. Wouldn’t you?”
The floor was marble, peppered with lush rugs in a variety of bright colors. Rector wasn’t sure if he should step on them or not; they looked foreign and expensive. Then again, if you were going to put something on the floor, you had to expect people to walk on it, didn’t you?
Guided by this rationale, he quit avoiding the rugs and started watching his surroundings. He noticed for the first time how high the ceilings were, and how they were covered with ornate tin tiles. “This place,” he observed, “is too pretty to be underground. ”
“Underground people don’t deserve pretty things?”
“I didn’t say that. I meant it’s unusual. Don’t get your dander up. ”
“I don’t know what that means,” Houjin admitted.
“It means don’t take no offense, ’cause I didn’t intend any. ”
“All right, I won’t. And … we’re here. ”
They entered a large room with a fireplace and a table that might’ve been used for dining if it hadn’t been covered with books and candles. A pair of reading spectacles were folded neatly atop a stack of papers.
“We’re where?”
Houjin answered vaguely. “This is where he takes visitors. I’ll be waiting in the lobby. ”
“The lobby? Where’s that?” Rector didn’t like the soft tremor of panic in his words, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
“It’s where people would’ve waited for the trains, if the trains had ever come. There are benches, and ticket counters, and things like that. ” Now Houjin was the one who sounded weary, though Rector preferred to think that the boy was only thinking. That’s what he’d told him, after all.
“You’re just going to leave me here?”
Before Houjin could answer, a faint padding of footsteps echoed from the corridor.
Both boys looked to the entryway and were soon rewarded by the sight of a Chinese man wearing white. The newcomer was an inch or two taller than Rector; somehow his clothes both fit him well and flowed around him like a pale and dancing shadow.
Rector tried not to stare. “Yaozu?” He immediately felt dumb for putting a question mark on the end.
“Ah, yes. Rector Sherman. There you are. Thank you for coming. ”
“Um … you’re welcome?”
Yaozu’s English sounded better than Houjin’s, which was saying something. He spoke Chinese to Houjin, who nodded and flashed Rector a half smile that Rector couldn’t return, no matter how hard he tried: it battled his mood, and came out as a grimace instead.
“See you later,” Houjin promised.
And then he bowed a hasty departure that left Rector and Yaozu alone together in the big meeting room, which suddenly felt rather warm.
Ten
Rector stood there shifting from foot to foot while Yaozu
appraised him. The boy was tired of being appraised. It made him feel like somebody’s horse. Under different circumstances, he might’ve opened his mouth about it, but not here, and not now. Not to this fellow, who folded his arms and pursed his lips like he was considering what he wanted, and what to ask, and how to proceed.
To start, Yaozu suggested, “Why don’t we sit down? Join me at the table, and we’ll have a conversation. ”
“About what?”
“You. Coming here. What you want, what you expect. What use you can be. ”
“To you?”
As if he were mildly surprised, Yaozu said, “To the city, of course. Think of it that way. If you aren’t any use to the city, then you aren’t any use to me. ”
“I heard Zeke isn’t any use to you. ”
“That’s true, he’s not. It’s strange, really. Given his parentage, you’d think he’d show more … potential. However, given that his mother is so popular with the Doornails, there’s no sense in throwing the lad back over the wall. ”
Rector squirmed. “Aw, Zeke’s not so bad. ”
“If I thought he was, I’d have done something about it. But you’re not here to talk about Zeke. You’re here to tell me what you’re doing inside my city. So far as a land of opportunity goes, you could’ve picked greener pastures. ”
Rector shrugged. He did his best to hold eye contact, but it was hard. Yaozu had a stare that could pierce granite. “I … I turned eighteen, and got thrown out of the orphan’s home. Didn’t know what to do, or where to go,” he said, repeating the line he’d been feeding to others.
Yaozu steepled his fingers, and leaned back in the chair. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, he said, “I believe … most of that. ”
Rector fidgeted in his seat, a hard-backed wooden thing that hadn’t been designed for comfort. He tapped his foot against the nearest table leg, then stopped himself and asked, “What part don’t you buy?”