He bowed and stumped away.
“Good riddance,” Gotrek jeered.
“Snorri thinks the old skinflint is scared,” Snorri said.
And why shouldn’t he be, thought Felix? He was beginning to suspect that the miser was the most sensible dwarf of all he had ever encountered.
“Let’s find some beer,” Gotrek said.
Felix stopped to purchase a pastry from a street vendor. He paused and looked around the street, happy to be in a human city once more, enjoying the teeming throngs all around him. Overhead the tall tenements of Middenheim loomed. People filled the narrow winding streets. Jugglers tossed multi-coloured balls. Acrobats tumbled. Gaudily garbed men on stilts towered over the crowd. Drums beat. Pipers played. Ragged beggars stuck out grubby hands. The smells of roasting chicken, cooked pies and night soil filled the air.
Felix kept one hand on his purse and the other on the hilt of his sword, for he was familiar with the perils and predators of urban life. Thieves, cut-purses and armed robbers were all too common. Dirty-faced children watched him with predatory eyes. Here and there warriors in the tabards of guardsmen moved through the crowds.
“Hello, handsome. Want a good time?” Painted women waved to him from the doorways of shabby houses. One jiggled her hips in a parody of lust. From the narrow windows above, others blew him kisses. Felix turned his eyes away and pushed on past. Briefly he wondered about the woman he had seen back in the palace, but he pushed the thought aside. There would be time enough to get to know her as their journey continued.
A drunk staggered from the door of a tavern and reeled against Felix. Felix smelled the man’s beer soaked breath and then felt fingers fumbling for his purse. He brought up his knee, jabbed it into the would-be pickpocket’s groin. The man collapsed, groaning.
“Quickly, this poor fellow has been taken ill,” shouted Felix and stepped over the prostrate body. Like wolves on a sickly deer, the street people descended on the fake drunkard. Felix vanished swiftly into the crowd before the guards noticed the disturbance.
He smiled. It felt good to be back in civilisation, surrounded by his own people. It felt good to have some time to himself. He was glad that he had been given the day off while Borek talked with the count, and the dwarf engineers loaded the barrels of black stuff aboard the airship. Gotrek and Snorri had headed off to a tavern in the lower levels but Felix was in no mood for an all day drinking session. The memory of his last appalling hangover was still too fresh in his mind. Instead he had decided to take a wander round the city and meet up with the Slayers later. He was sure that the Wolf and Vulture tavern would be an easy one to find. He did not have to return to the airship until dawn tomorrow. There would be plenty of time for carousing later, if he decided that was what he wanted to do.
Felix shook his head ruefully. Somewhere, somehow, during the flight to Middenheim he had obviously made up his mind to accompany the dwarfs. He was not entirely sure why, for it was certain to be dangerous. On the other hand, perhaps that was the reason. If he had wanted a calm, safe life he would doubtless now be working in the counting house of his father’s business back in Altdorf. At some point during his wanderings with Gotrek he had come to enjoy the life of the wandering mercenary adventurer, and he doubted now that he could return to his old life even if he wanted to.
This quest was taking on a momentum of its own. There was an excitement about simply being aboard the airship which genuinely thrilled him. By daylight, in this teeming city, even the prospect of the Chaos Wastes was not so daunting. In fact, it represented a chance to see a place which few sane men had ever visited and returned to tell the tale. And of course, there was his oath to accompany Gotrek and record his doom as well.
Of course, he knew he was kidding himself. He could pinpoint exactly where his decision to remain with the airship had taken place. And it had nothing to do with oaths or adventure or the thrill of travel. He had made up his mind to go on when he had discovered that the woman in the throne room was also going to be a passenger.
And there was nothing wrong with that, he told himself. Providing it didn’t result in his death.
From the edge of the city, Felix looked down on the forest below. He had followed the winding alleyways all the way down to the great outer walls, where a short climb had taken him up to the battlements. From here he could see the cableway that brought merchants and their goods up from the small township below. As he watched, the last carriage of the day crawled up the cables towards its terminus in the walls.
Looking further afield he saw the woods and the river stretching away to the horizon, and he appreciated the fact that the inhabitants of Middenheim had almost as good a view as the one he had got through the portholes of the airship. He wondered at the ingenuity and determination that kept this vast city supplied. According to the books of legend that he had read, the City of the White Wolf had started life as a fortress, its heights giving shelter to those who fled the constant tide of warfare that flowed below.
Down through the long centuries a fair-sized community had grown up on the heights, clustered around the fortress and the monastic temple of Ulric. The township had begun as home to the nobility and their garrisons, but had grown to include the merchants who provided them with luxuries. Of course, all food and goods were more expensive here, for they had to be hauled up the cables from below, but the nobles controlled vast estates out there in the hinterland and were not short of a gold piece or two. The cost was more than made up for by the increased security they enjoyed on their lofty perch. And, of course, there were the mines below the peak, a source of much wealth.
And other darker things besides. Felix had heard Gotrek talk of those mines and of a vast labyrinth of tunnels which extended below the peak. The mines were patrolled by dwarf soldiers and human guards, for it was rumoured that skaven had established a lair down there. Felix cursed suddenly, wondering if he was ever going to be out of reach of the accursed rat-men. Probably not. Somehow he knew that if the airship turned its nose towards the steaming jungles of legendary Lustria, they would arrive to find skaven already scuttling through the undergrowth.
The sun was starting to set. A bloody glow spread across the clouds as it descended below the horizon. Lanterns flickered to life on the watchtowers along the walls, and looking back Felix could see lights appearing in the windows of the tenements and taverns of the city. Soon he knew the lamplighters would be emerging and lantern-toting watchmen would start tolling the hours in the streets.
He knew it was time to go back. He had taken the last glimpse of Imperial society that he might ever have, and he felt strangely relaxed and contented, as if by making his decision to accompany the dwarfs on their quest, he had somehow absolved himself of all fear and doubt. It was better to have the thing decided, he thought, than to writhe in an agony of uncertainly. His way was clear now and he was relieved to find that he was not unhappy about it. He turned and started back up the long, cobbled path towards the palace, wondering whether he was imagining things when he thought he heard scurrying over the rooftops behind him.
NINE
BEYOND THE SEA OF CLAWS
As the airship cast off, the crowds stared up in awe. Makaisson turned the wheel and pulled the levers to alter their course a fraction. Narrowly avoiding the great spire of the Temple of Ulric, they set off northwards.
Felix relaxed in one of the armchairs on the command deck. There was plenty of room. Most of the dwarfs were sleeping off hangovers, leaving only a skeleton crew to man the bridge.
To tell the truth, Makaisson himself looked a little worse for wear. The little groans he emitted from time to time, combined with the way he squinted at the horizon through sore eyes, were not reassuring. Felix was not at all sure that he should be flying the ship.
“Can I help you?” he asked the chief engineer.
“What dae ye mean, young Felix?”
“Perhaps I can take the controls while you rest.”
“Ah dinnae k
en. It’s a highly technical job.”
“I could try. It might prove useful to have somebody else on board who can fly the ship, in case anything should happen to you. I mean you are a Slayer, you know.”
“The other engineers ken hoo to dae it… still, ah suppose ye hae a point. It woudnae dae onnie herm to hae an extra pilot—just in case.”
“Does that mean you’ll do it.”
“Ah shouldnae really. It’s against guild regulations tae teach onybody but a dwarf hoo to dae these things, but then again, this whole bloody thing is against guild regs, so whar’s the herm, ah ask ye?”
He beckoned for Felix to come over and stand where he was standing. “Tak the wheel, Herr Jaeger.”
Felix had to bend his knees to stand at the same height as the dwarf and he found the position fairly uncomfortable. The wheel felt heavy in his hands. He did his best to hold it steady but it felt like it had a life of its own, exerting pressure first this way and then that, so that Felix had to constantly fight to hold his position.
“That’s the air currents,” Makaisson said. They tug at the rudder and the ailerons. Take’s a while tae get used to it. Ye got it?”
Felix nodded nervously.
“Look doon a wee bit and tae yer left. Ye’ll see a wee gadget there. It’s a compass.”
Felix did so. He could see a compass that swung on a complex arrangement of gimbals so that the needle in its centre always pointed north.
“Ye’ll notice that we’re heading north-north-east at the moment. That’s oor course. If ye turn the wheel a wee bit, we’ll shift the course. Joost jink aroond a wee bit and bring the course back to north-north-east,”
Felix did as he was told and moved the wheel as gently as he could. Outside the window, the horizon seemed to spin slowly. He moved the wheel the opposite way and they spun back onto the correct heading.
“Weel din! Nithin’ tae it, eh?”
Felix found that he was grinning back at Makaisson. There was something exhilarating about being in control of so massive and swift a thing as the airship.
“What next?” he asked.
“See that row o” levers next tae yer right hand?”
Yes.”
“OK, the first yin is fur speed. Dinna dae onything till ah tell ye tae, right, but when ye push it forward the engines pick up speed. When ye pull it back the engines lose speed. When ye pull it ah the way back, ye gan backwards, intae reverse. Ye follow me?”
Felix nodded again.
“Noo there’s a dial in front ye, marked in increments. Ye’ll see that it’s marked in different colours as weel.”
Felix saw the indicated gauge beside the compass. Right now the needle was in the green zone at the tenth increment. It was about five increments short of the red zone.
“While the needle is in the green, ye’re fine. That’s the zone o” tolerance for the engine. Move it forward—but keep the needle in the green.”
Felix leaned forward on the lever. It resisted his efforts, so he pushed harder than he had originally intended. As he did so the needle moved forward and the drone of the engine altered to a higher pitch. The ground seemed to unreel faster below them, and the clouds drifted by more quickly on either side. Suddenly Felix felt Makaisson’s hard hand on top of his. Fingers like steel bands closed and he found the lever was being pulled back.
“Ah said keep it in the green, ye unnerstan? The red is for emergencies only. Ye run the engine in the red and ye’ll gaun much faster but ye’ll burn it oot after awhile, maybe even explode it. That’s no such a guid thing at this height.”
Felix saw that he had accidentally run the needle into the red zone. He tried to pull his hand away but Makaisson’s held it in place for a moment. “Dinnae tak yer hand off the controls until ah tell ye. Keep yer hand on the speed stick the noo, alright?”
Felix nodded and the engineer freed his hand. “Dinnae worry. Ye’re no daein’ too bad. So, the next stick on the right controls the fins. Try tae no get the two sticks mixed up, it could be messy!”
Felix was beginning to wish he had never suggested that he might learn this. It seemed that there were many possibilities for disaster that he had never thought of. “In what way?”
“Well, the fins control oor height above the ground. When ye pull that lever back the fins on the tail change attitude and we gaun up. When ye push it forward we gaun doon. That’s all ye really need tae ken. The actual reasons are a wee bit technical and ah doobt ye’d understand them.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Right, pull the lever back. Gently! We dinna want to wake onybody up. Now ye’ll notice a wee gadget next tae the speed gauge. That’s yer altitude. The higher the increment, the higher we are. Yince mare, dinna gaun intae the red zone for ony reason. That could be fatal because we’ll be flying too high. An” try no to lay the thing get doon to zero either, coz that means we’ll hae hit the ground. Now, slide the lever back to the neutral position. Ye’ll feel a wee click when ye dae. That means we’ll hae levelled off.”
Felix did as he was told. There was an odd buzzing in his ears, which vanished when he swallowed. He took his hand off the altitude lever and pointed to a smaller row of stubby levers attached to a panel at the height of his left hand. “What do these do?”
“Dinna ouch ony of them. They control different functions like ballast, fuel and ither stuff. I’ll tell ye aboot them anither time. Right noo, ye ken ah ye need to fly the ship. Noo, keep headin’ north-north-east. An’ see that clock there? In two hours’ time wake me up. Ah’m ganne hae a wee kip. Ma heed’s a bit sare fae ah the booze yesterday.”
“What if something goes wrong?”
“Joost gae me a shout. Ah’ll be in this chair here.” So saying, Makaisson sat himself down in the chair, and soon his snores filled the bridge of the airship.
For the first few minutes Felix felt a certain nervousness guiding the craft but as time wore on he gained confidence that nothing was going to go wrong. As time went on, some of the engineers came onto the bridge. Some glanced at him in amazement but seeing Makaisson slumbering nearby let him be. After a while, it became quite relaxing to watch the land and the clouds unroll beneath them.
“Are you the pilot then?” The soft voice stirred Felix from his reverie. It was a woman’s voice, husky and with more than a trace of a foreign accent in it. At a guess he would have said Kislevite.
Felix shook his head but did not turn to look at the woman. He kept his attention focused on where they were going, just in case anything unexpected came their way. “No. But you could say I am training to be one.”
A soft laugh. “A useful skill.”
“I don’t know. I doubt that I can base a career on it. There are not too many vessels like this in the world.”
“Only this one, I think. And given its mission, I doubt there will be another.”
“You know where we are going, then?”
“I know where you are going, and I do not envy you.”
Felix had to fight to keep his eyes fixed ahead and not to look round at her. He remembered what he had sworn to Borek back at the Lonely Tower. He did not really know this woman, and it was possible she was quizzing him for information.
“You know where we are bound?”
“I know you are headed out into the Wastes and that is enough for any sensible body to know. I do not think you will be coming back.”
Felix was discouraged to hear an assessment which so closely concurred with his own. He was also disappointed to learn that the woman had no intention of coming with them on their quest.
“I take it you are familiar with the place then?”
“As familiar as anybody can be who is not sworn to the Ruinous Powers. My family estates border the Troll Country which is as close as any mortal dare dwell to the accursed lands. My father is the March Warden there. We have spent much time battling the followers of Chaos when they try to infiltrate the lands of men.”
“It must be an int
eresting life,” Felix said ironically.
“You could say that. I doubt that it is any more interesting than yours though. What brings you aboard this vessel? I must admit I was astonished to see a human, and a good-looking one, where I expected only to find Borek and his people.”
Felix smiled. It had been a long time since anyone, particularly an attractive woman, had told him he was handsome. He did not let his guard down though. “I am a friend.”
“You are a Dwarf Friend? You must have performed some epic deeds then. Ulric knows there have been few enough of those in history.”
Felix wondered whether this was true. He had always assumed that it was simply a polite form of address. Now it appeared that it might actually be some form of title. He was about to reply when Makaisson interrupted from behind them.
“Och, the lad has stood beside Gotrek Gurnisson on many an occasion, lassie. And he had a hand in the cleansing of the Sacred Tombs of Karak Eight Peaks. If that is nae grounds for namin’ him a Dwarf Friend ah dinna ken what is! Onyway, noo that ye’ve woke me up wi yer chatter, ye may as well gimme that wheel. Ah’ll tak iver noo.”
Makaisson stumped over and elbowed Felix from his position at the controls. He gave Felix a broad wink. “Noo you and the lassie can talk tae yer heart’s content.”
Felix shrugged and turned to smile at the woman. “Felix Jaeger,” he said, bowing.
“Ulrika Magdova,” she said, smiling back. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”
There was a formality about the way she spoke the words which showed she was unaccustomed to them. They were like a polite formula she had been taught for dealing with people from the Empire. He thought that in her own land the greeting would be somewhat different.
“Please, take a seat,” he said, feeling a certain stupid formality he wished he could have avoided. They both slumped down with their legs stretched out in the overstuffed dwarfish chairs. Felix could see that his earlier guess was correct and she was almost as tall as he. Looking at her face, he revised his earlier opinion of her appearance. It went from merely beautiful up to stunningly beautiful. His mouth felt suddenly dry.