She blinked, surprised. “W-what?”
“I don’t remember my brother. I remember him dying. But that’s all. Of Father, I have nothing. No memory at all. Both of them are lost to me, since the accident.” He turned back to her. “I want to miss them, but I don’t know how. Because I never really knew them. To me, Mother, they are both just creatures in a painting that hangs outside your office. Noble ghosts I can never quite live up to. But do you grieve them? Does their loss wound you, Mother?”
“Gregor…”
“You lost Domenico and Father,” he said, voice shaking. “And you lost me. I nearly died in Dantua. Would you risk me again? Again? Is that how you think of me? As something so expendable?”
“I did not lose you in Dantua,” she said fiercely. “You survived. As I knew you would, Gregor. As I know you always will.”
“Why? Why this certainty?”
Yet his mother could not answer. It seemed, for the first time, like Gregor had deeply wounded her. And curiously, he felt no regrets.
“I have lived my life in war,” he said to her. “I returned to Tevanne to find civilization. It was not as civilized as I liked, Mother. So I shall focus on amending that, and nothing more.” Then he turned and walked away.
24
On the third day, they finished their preparations, hastily crafting each tool and each design. Orso oversaw their efforts, pacing around the capsule, reviewing the chalkboards and scriving blocks, carefully eyeing every string of sigils. He twitched and groaned and huffed, but though the designs were not up to his standards, he felt they would work.
The stone door creaked open and Gregor strode in. “A fine time to pop in!” snapped Orso. “We’ve had some last-minute changes that have thrown everything into goddamn chaos, and we damned sure could’ve used you!”
“I need to talk to you, Orso,” he said. He pulled him aside.
“What the hell’s the matter, Captain?” asked Orso.
Gregor leaned close. “Did you develop some kind of light-absorbing rig for my mother, Orso?”
“What! How the hell did you know about that?”
Gregor told him about the meeting with his mother. Orso was stunned. “She’s making some…some kind of assassin’s lorica?”
“In essence.”
“But…but, my God, Ofelia Dandolo never struck me as the type at all for plots and coups and revolutions!”
“So you knew nothing of this?” asked Gregor.
“Not a word.”
Gregor nodded, his face grave. “It’s nothing I can do much about right now. I’m not even sure what to do, frankly. But it makes me wonder…”
“Wonder what?”
“If her house hypatus had no idea this was happening—what other secrets is she keeping?”
“What’s that?” asked Sancia loudly. She pointed at a rig on the far table.
Orso looked over his shoulder. “Oh, that. We’ll get to that in a minute.”
“It looks like an air-sailing rig,” said Sancia.
“We’ll get to that.”
“And you haven’t mentioned an air-sailing rig yet.”
“I said we’ll get to that!”
They applied the last few finishing touches. Then they regrouped around the map and Orso reviewed the plan, step by step.
“First, we bring the capsule to this part of the Commons,” he said. He pointed at a stretch of canal on the map. “The delivery canal passes through there. Sancia will enter the capsule, it will submerge, and as the barge passes through, Berenice will plant the marker. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” said Berenice.
“The barge then pulls Sancia”—he traced the canal with a finger—“right up to the Mountain’s dock. It’s a big dock, and well guarded—which is why the marker will put a hundred feet between the capsule and the barge. That should give Sancia enough distance to safely surface and slip out without anyone noticing. Yes?”
Sancia said nothing.
“Sancia then goes to here.” He pointed at a spot outside the Mountain. “The sculpture gardens. That’s where Tribuno’s secret entrance is hidden. It’s apparently been cleverly concealed underneath a small white stone bridge—it’s literally invisible unless you have this.” He pointed at a small, bronze box on the table. The smooth metal was covered in condensation. “It’s a cooling casket—and inside is a vial of Tribuno’s blood. Procured by his daughter.”
Everyone stared at the bronze box. Gregor wrinkled his nose.
“The secret entrance will react to Tribuno’s blood, and open up for Sancia,” said Orso. “She then enters, goes through the passageway—and then she’ll be in the Mountain.”
Sancia cleared her throat and said, “Where in the Mountain, exactly?”
“On the fourth floor,” said Orso.
“Where on the fourth floor?”
“That I don’t know.”
“You don’t know.”
“No. But you’ll need to get up to the thirty-fifth floor. That’s where Ziani’s office is. And that’s where the imperiat almost certainly is as well.”
“What’s the process for getting to the thirty-fifth floor?” asked Sancia.
Orso considered what to say.
“You don’t know,” said Sancia.
“No,” he said honestly. “I don’t. But whatever’s in your way, Tribuno’s blood should trump it. It’ll be a candle in the dark for you, girl.”
Sancia took a slow breath in. “And…once I have the imperiat, I just walk out—yes?”
Orso hesitated. Claudia, Berenice, and Gio suddenly looked tense. “Well…We’ve had some change of plans there.”
“Have you,” said Sancia.
“Yes. Because there’s a good chance the Mountain will eventually figure out you’re not Tribuno. Which means getting out might be a lot trickier than getting in. Hence the, ah, the sailing rig.”
Sancia stared at them. “You…you want me to fly off the side of the Mountain?”
“There’s a balcony in Tribuno’s office,” said Orso. “You grab the imperiat, hop out, tear off this bronze tab here”—he pointed on the rig—“and off you go. The parachute activates, and you’re pulled to safety. There’s also a hardened cask secured to the rig—you can put the imperiat in there to make sure it doesn’t see any harm.”
“And you can’t make a hardened cask that could hold me?”
“Ah. Well. No. That would be heavy. Now, we can’t fabricate an anchor with the range to pull you completely out of the campo, but…we can get someone onto the Candiano campo to create a sort of landing zone close to one of the gates.” He looked at Gregor. “Are you amenable to this task, Captain?”
Gregor considered it. “So…I just take the anchor onto the campo, plant it somewhere in range, and catch Sancia as she lands?”
“Basically. Then you both make a mad dash off the campo into the safety of the Commons.”
Sancia cleared her throat again. “So…to review,” she said slowly, “I am floating up the canal…”
“Yes,” said Orso.
“In a submerged capsule you all have built in three days…”
“Yes.”
“And using Tribuno’s blood to enter the Mountain…”
“Yes.”
“And I am then navigating a completely unknown set of obstacles to get to the thirty-fifth floor, where I am then stealing the imperiat…”
“Yes.”
“And then I hop off the Mountain and fly to Gregor. Because the Mountain will probably figure out something’s wrong, and try to trap me.”
“Ahh…”
“And once I land, we run off the campo while probably being chased by some armed people who noticed me flying through the sky like a bird.”
“Uh. Probably. Yes.”
“And then I give the imperiat to you, and you…”
“Take down Tomas,” said Orso. He coughed. “And possibly use it to reinvent the nature of scriving as we know it.”
“Yes. Well, then. I see.” She took a breath, nodded, and sat up. “I’m out.”
Orso blinked. “You…you what? Out?”
“Yeah. I’m out.” She stood. “Every time we talk about this it gets more and more preposterous. And no one’s asked me once if I’m game for any of this. I’m not doing this mad shit. I’m not. I’m out.” She walked away.
There was a long, awkward silence.
Orso stared around at everyone, flabbergasted. “Did…did she just say she’s out?”
“She did,” said Claudia.
“Like—not going to do it?”
“That’s what out generally means,” said Gio.
“But…but she can’t…She can’t just…Oh, son of a bitch!” He chased after Sancia, and caught her just as she was slipping out into the tunnel. “Hey! Come back here!”
“No,” said Sancia.
“We did a hell of a lot of work for you!” snarled Orso. “We worked our goddamn asses off to set this all up! You can’t just walk out now!”
“And yet,” said Sancia, “that’s what I’m doing.”
“But…but this is our only chance! If we don’t steal the imperiat now, then Tomas Ziani could raise an army, and…”
“And what?” spat Sancia, marching up to him. “Do to Tevanne what Tevanne has done to the entire rest of the world?”
“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”
“The problem is that I actually do. You’re not the one in the capsule, in the Mountain, the one risking your goddamn neck! You know what this is, what this really is?”