When Zavier opened the door, Danny’s lips parted in surprise. The walls and floor were covered with scraps of metal, some of them twisted together into awkward-looking machines, some molded into weapons. Something kept making tinny noises, random bits of light blinked here and there, and a little automaton in the corner was twirling in useless circles.
A boy at the forge stopped hammering and raised his goggles, squinting toward the door. It was alarmingly hot in the room, and Danny saw rivulets of sweat rolling down the smith’s olive-toned face and bare arms, matting his dark, curly hair.
“Zave, I’ve just gotten the metal at the right temperature. Can’t this wait?”
“Sorry, Dae. I wanted Danny to see the forge.”
Indeed, the forge at the smith’s back was impressive, a gaping mouth filled with glowing coals and spiraling embers. Dae gestured at it impatiently.
“There, he’s seen it.”
“Danny, this is Daedalus, but he goes by Dae. He helps with the technology we use on the ship.”
“Like those strange contraptions you used before? Those metal ropes?”
Zavier nodded, ignoring Danny’s accusing tone. “He’s built a number of useful devices.”
“Those spiders, too?”
“Yes, those, too.” Zavier walked farther into the room and picked up a large chrome spider. From a distance, it looked deceptively real, but Danny could now see the pinions and screws. Unsettled as he was, Danny couldn’t quash his fascination, taking a step forward for a better look.
“It transmits sound,” Zavier said. “Not terribly well, but well enough. We’ve been using them to help keep tabs on you and Enfield.”
The spell broke, and Danny backed away again. “Of course you have.” He glanced at Dae only to find that the smith was staring at him. Danny drudged up whatever false bravado he possessed and managed a sneer.
“You’re an inventor, and your name is Daedalus?”
The smith frowned. “Yeah, ha ha, right bellyful of laughs that is. Can you guess what my father’s name was?”
“Hephaestus?”
“No. George.” He shoved the metal he was working on back into the forge.
Zavier gestured for Danny to follow him out.
“How did you come by all these people?” Danny asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.
“Some of them approached me, and some, like Dae, I was lucky to find and talk into joining. We need certain skills for this sort of mission.”
“But they know what you’re doing, and they’re all right with it? Why?”
“Because they know the truth.”
Zavier and Danny arrived at an observation deck, the wall fitted with a bubble of industrial-thick glass, beyond which stretched endless sky. They sailed an ocean of clouds.
Danny stopped at this horrifying picture. Zavier sensed his reluctance to follow. “Don’t like flying?”
“Funny you should ask,” Danny muttered, “considering our last encounter on an airship.”
Zavier rubbed the back of his neck. “Let’s sit a moment.”
Danny grabbed a chair and angled it away from the glass. “Where are we, anyway?”
“Right now, we should be flying over the Maldives.”
Danny sat down hard. “The Maldives? As in the islands? As in, not India?”
“Correct.”
“I—” Danny stopped himself, knowing it was useless to raise a fit. He rubbed his eyes, trying not to imagine the ship crashing into the ocean far below.
“All right,” he said when he’d gained control of himself. “You said you would explain. So, explain.”
Zavier sat with his legs crossed, hands resting on his thighs. It would have appeared casual had Danny not noticed the tension strung across his broad shoulders.
What in the hell does he have to be nervous about?
“This mission is about something far bigger than tampering with clock towers,” Zavier began. “This is about gods and the world as we know it—and as we once knew it. Do you know the story of Aetas?”
“Of course I do. He was created from Chronos, he gave us power, Chronos killed him, and in order to run time ourselves, we built the towers.”
“In essence, that’s all we know. But there’s a lot more to it.” Zavier looked out the window, gathering his thoughts. “Aetas was only supposed to hold time, to make it move forward. But it’s a heavy burden, and even a god can’t be expected to control something that immense. So Aetas did something tremendous. He gave some humans the power to manage time on his behalf.
“But, as you know, Chronos found out what Aetas had done.”
“And killed him for it,” Danny finished.
Zavier hesitated, the skeletal fingers of his mechanical hand twitching. “That is … what many believe.”
His tone had shifted to something darker, something more uncertain. It walked fingers up Danny’s spine, raising the hairs along the back of his neck.
“What are you trying to say?” Danny demanded, but his voice came out soft, ragged.
“What I’m saying is …” Zavier met his eyes, glinting silver like coins at the bottom of a fountain, forgotten wishes and nameless magic. “In his wrath, Chronos opened a prison deep within the earth, beneath the bottom of the ocean. Instead of killing him, Chronos banished Aetas inside, sealing him off from the world and time itself.
“What I’m saying is: Aetas is not dead.”
Zavier let this statement hang in the air, final, definite. His uncertainty was gone, but his shoulders were still stiff, his gaze still locked on Danny’s, as if waiting for an explosion.
Instead, Danny laughed.
“You’re barking,” he said, his voice hollow. His situation had become that much worse. Not only had he been kidnapped, but kidnapped by a madman.
Zavier’s shoulders finally lowered, slumping in disappointment. “I figured you wouldn’t believe me at first. But I’m telling the truth—and that’s why we’re here. Why you’re here.”
“And how do you figure that?”
“When Chronos imprisoned Aetas, time spiraled out of control. The only way to fix it was to build the towers. Chronos let us believe the god of time was dead. He wanted nothing further to do with the human race. We were on our own. We still are.
“Yet, if Aetas is released … just think of it. A world where time runs freely again, where the clock towers aren’t necessary. No more mishaps. No more Maldons.” Danny flinched. “If we free Aetas from Chronos’s prison, we can be a whole world once more.”
Danny licked his lips. They were cracked and stinging, and he focused on those small points of pain to keep his head clear. “Let’s say you’re telling the truth. How could you possibly know all this? Where would you even get such information?”
Zavier finally looked away. “It wasn’t uncommon for a follower of Aetas to also be devout to Oceana. After all, what’s the one thing that connects the world? Aetas used the oceans to control time in every corner of the earth. I was fed stories of the Gaian gods when I was little, and visited the ocean whenever I could. To … speak to her, I suppose. To speak to them both.”
Zavier’s breathing had turned deep and even, a look of wistfulness—of devotion—softening his face, reminding Danny just how young he was.
“One day,” Zavier whispered, “she spoke back.”
Danny dug his fingers into his thighs. “Who?”