Название | The Map of Bones |
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Автор произведения | Francesca Haig |
Жанр | Книги о войне |
Серия | |
Издательство | Книги о войне |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9780007563111 |
‘She’s managed to stay hidden from them for all these years,’ Zoe said. ‘We can’t drag her into this.’
He paused, and then spoke more quietly to her. ‘You know she’d never turn us away,’ he said.
‘That’s why it’s not fair to go to her.’
He shook his head. ‘We don’t have any other options. Not after what I did on the island.’
I could see it again: the blood thickening between the stones of the courtyard.
‘The Council would never have spared the island if you’d handed Cass and Kip over to The Confessor,’ Zoe said.
‘I know that,’ Piper said. ‘But we can’t assume that the rest of the resistance will understand that. You saw how they reacted at the time. When that many people are killed, people cast around for someone to blame. We can’t know how they’re going to take it when we reappear, especially not with Cass. We don’t know if it will be safe for her. If we’re going to reconnect with the resistance, we need to start with somebody we know we can trust.’
She turned away from me again, and looked only to Piper. ‘Sally’s been through enough,’ she said.
‘She’d want us to go to her,’ he said.
‘You brave enough to try telling her what she’d want?’ said Zoe, with a slow smile. Piper smiled back at her. He was like her reflection.
*
At each settlement we passed on the journey to the Sunken Shore, we did our best to spread the word about the Council’s plans for tanking Omegas. Above all, we tried to warn them away from turning themselves in to refuges. These huge, secure camps were supposed to be the Council’s protection for struggling Omegas – a place where any Omega would be given food and shelter, in exchange for their labour. They were a last resort for Omegas, and a reassurance for the Alphas themselves. A guarantee that however much they might restrict Omegas to blighted land, and however high they raised their tithes, we would not take them with us into starvation. But for years now, those who entered the refuge gates had not been allowed to leave. The refuges were expanding rapidly, and had become nothing more than tank complexes.
But time and again, when we tried to pass on this news at settlements, we were met with silence. Wary stares and crossed arms. I remembered how Kip and I had started the fire outside New Hobart: how it had taken on its own momentum as it built and spread. Spreading the word of the Council’s tanks was more like trying to light a fire in rain, with sodden green twigs. It wasn’t the kind of tale you could just share with a stranger in a tavern, as if it were no more than gossip about a neighbour. We could only risk raising the topic with those who were sympathetic to the resistance – and who would admit to that, after the massacre on the island? The Council, after years of denying that the island existed, was now spreading the word of the island’s defeat. The blood on its streets had rendered it safe: a cautionary tale, rather than a threat.
And the cautionary tale was working. People were warier than ever. When we approached settlements, people straightened in the fields and watched us coming, their hands firmly on their pitchforks and spades. We ventured into Drury, a large Omega town, but both times we entered taverns the noisy conversations stopped, as if the sound were a lamp suddenly extinguished. At every table, people turned to the door to assess us. Their loud conversations never resumed – whispers and mutterings replaced them. Some people would push back their chairs and leave as soon as they saw Zoe’s unbranded face. Who in the taverns within would dare to discuss the resistance with three ragged strangers, let alone a group that included an Alpha and a seer?
The most frustrating encounters weren’t with those who refused to talk to us, but those who seemed to believe us, but still did nothing. In two of the settlements, people listened to our story, and seemed to understand how it made sense of the Alpha’s treatment of us. That the tanks were the endpoint to which the Council’s policies of the last few years had been heading. But the question we heard, again and again, was What are we supposed to do about it? Nobody wanted to shoulder the new burden of this news. They had enough burdens already. We saw it, everywhere we went: the lean faces, the bones of eye sockets thrust forward as though trying to escape the skin. The settlements where shanties and lean-tos propped one another up. The people with teeth and gums stained a livid red, from chewing areca nut to distract from their hunger. What did we expect these people to do with the news we told them?
Two days after we’d found the abandoned safehouse, and my fight with Zoe, Piper left at dawn to scout a small Omega town further west on the plain. He returned before noon, sweat darkening the front of his shirt despite the cold.
‘The Judge is dead,’ he said. ‘It’s all over the town.’
‘That’s good news, isn’t it?’ I said. The Judge had been ruling the Council for almost as long as I could remember, but he’d been under the control of Zach and his allies for years. ‘If he’s just a puppet, what difference does it make if he’s finally died?’
‘It’s not good news if his death only clears the way for someone more extreme,’ said Zoe.
‘It’s worse than that,’ Piper said. He pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket. Zoe took it and opened it. I squatted on the grass next to her to read it, trying not to think about her knife at my guts, two nights before.
‘Council leader killed by Omega terrorists,’ the headline read. In smaller print, underneath, it continued: ‘Terrorists from the self-styled Omega “resistance” movement yesterday assassinated the twin of long-serving Council leader, The Judge.’
I looked up at Piper. ‘Is it possible?’
He shook his head. ‘Hardly,’ he said. ‘Zach and his cronies have had The Judge’s twin locked up for half a decade – that’s how they’ve been controlling him ever since. It’s all a set-up. They’ve just decided they don’t need him anymore.’
‘So what’s changed? You always said they needed him because people wanted the Council led by someone who seemed to be moderate.’
‘Not now. Listen.’ He grabbed the poster and read from it out loud:
‘In his fourteen years as Council leader, The Judge was a staunch protector of Omegas. This latest outrage by Omega agitators raises pressing security concerns for those serving on the Council –’
‘As if they haven’t all had their twins locked up for years, if not tanked,’ scoffed Zoe.
Piper kept reading. ‘– and indeed for all Alphas. This attack on the very head of our government is further proof that the growing threat of Omega dissidents endangers both Alphas and Omegas. The General, reluctantly stepping forward to fill The Judge’s role, expressed her sadness at his untimely demise. “Through this cowardly act, these terrorists have robbed the Omegas of a steadfast ally, and have demonstrated the ruthlessness and brutality of those who claim to be agitating for Omega ‘self-determination’, and who are willing to kill their own kind in order to undermine the work of the Council.”
‘They’ve killed two birds with one stone,’ he said, tossing the paper on to the grass. ‘They’ve got rid of him, finally, and by pinning it on us, they’ve stoked the anti-Omega sentiments, strengthened their own argument against the moderates.’
‘So it’s The General in charge now,’ I said.
‘Reluctantly stepping forward, my arse,’ said Zoe. ‘She’s been pushing for this for years. And The Reformer and The Ringmaster will be neck deep in the whole scheme.’
None of the Councillors went by their real names. In the past, they’d chosen their Council names to disguise their identities and protect themselves from attacks on their twins. These days, when nearly all the Councillors kept their twins imprisoned in the Keeping