"China Mieville - Iron Council" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mieville China)

vaulted the listing rail. Elsie had hit her head, and Pomeroy helped her down.
Ihona was cutting the captainтАЩs bonds. Cutter fired twice at oncoming swells. тАЬCome on !тАЭ he shouted again.
A spire of water rose by the broken boat. For an instant he thought it some freakish wave, or watercr├жft of an astonishing kind, but it was more than twenty feet high, a
pillar of utterly clear water, and from its top jutted a vodyanoi. He was a shaman, riding his undine.
Cutter could see the vessel distorted through the water elementalтАЩs body. Its thousands of gallons pushed down on the boat with strange motion, and bucked it, and
Ihona and the captain fell down the sloping deck toward it. They tried to rise but the water of the undine flowed up and lapped at their feet then broke, a wave, and
engulfed them. Cutter shouted as his comrade and her prisoner were buffeted into the undineтАЩs belly. They kicked and clawed, trying to swim out but which way was
out? The undine gave its innards currents that kept them in its core.
Pomeroy bellowed. He fired, and Cutter fired, and Fejh let an arrow go. And all three missiles hit the elemental with splashes like dropped stones, and were swallowed
up. The arrow was visible, vortexing in the liquid thing, coiling down to be voided like shit. Again Cutter fired, this time at the shaman atop the monstrous water, but
his shot was wide. With idiot bravery Pomeroy was pummelling the undine, trying to tear it apart to get at his friend, but it ignored him, and his blows raised only spray.
Ihona and the captain were drowning. The undine poured itself into the cargo hold, and the shaman kicked down into its bowels. Cutter screamed to see IhonaтАЩs still-
moving body carried in the matter of the undine belowdecks and out of sight.
The vodyanoi were all over the Akif. They began to throw spears again.
Water poured up out of the boat, the undine geysering from the hold, and it carried within it engine partsтАФiron buoyed on its strange tides. And rolling like motes were
the bodies of its victims. They moved now only with the water that bore them. IhonaтАЩs eyes and mouth were open. Cutter saw her only a moment before the elemental
came down in a great arch into the lake, water in water, carrying its loot and dead.
All the travellers could do was curse and cry. They cursed many times, they howled, and moved at last into the grasslands, away from the boat, away from the rapacious
water.
At night they sat exhausted in a motte of trees beside their sables and watched Elsie. The moon and its daughters, the satellites circling it like tossed coins, were high.
Elsie, cross-legged, looked at them, and Cutter was surprised to see her calm. She moved her mouth. A shirt was tied around her neck. Her eyes unfocused.
Cutter looked beyond her through the canebrake at the veldt. In the night light the tambotie trees and ironthorns were silhouetted like assassins. Baobabs stood thickset
with their splintered crowns.
When Elsie stopped she looked defensive. She untied their quarryтАЩs shirt from her neck.
тАЬI donтАЩt know,тАЭ she said. тАЬIt werenтАЩt clear. I think maybe something that way.тАЭ She gestured at a distant rise. Cutter said nothing. She was pointing north-northeast, the
way they knew they had to go. He had been relieved that Elsie had come, but he had always known she had only hedge-charms, no mirific strength. He did not know if
she was sensing true emanations, and neither did she.
тАЬWeтАЩve got to go this way, anyway,тАЭ said Cutter. He meant it kindlyтАФnothingтАЩs lost even if youтАЩre wrongтАФbut Elsie would not look at him.

Days they rode through landscape that punished them with heat and plants like barbed wire. They were inexpert with the muscular mounts but made a pace they could
not have done on foot. Their guns dipped in exhaustion. Fejh languished in a barrelful of the lake tethered between two sables. It was stagnant; it made him ill.
They were made to panic by gibbering from above. A brood of things came at them out of the sky, snapping and laughing. Cutter knew them from pictures: the
glucliche, hyaena hunching under bone and leather batwings.
Pomeroy shot one and its sisters and brothers began to eat it before it reached the ground. The flock came together ravenous and cannibal, and the party got clear.
тАЬWhereтАЩs your damn whisperer, Cutter?тАЭ
тАЬFuck you, Pomeroy. I find out, IтАЩll be sure to tell you.тАЭ
тАЬTwo already. Two comrades dead, Cutter. What are we doing ?тАЭ Cutter did not answer.
тАЬHow does he know where to go?тАЭ Elsie said. She was talking about their quarry.
тАЬHe always knew where it was, or thereabouts, he told me,тАЭ Cutter said. тАЬHe hinted he got messages from it. Said he heard from a contact in the city that theyтАЩre
looking for the Council. He had to go, get there first.тАЭ Cutter had not brought the note, had been so hurt by its terse vagueness. тАЬShowed me on a map once where he
thought it was. I told you. ThatтАЩs where we go.тАЭ As if it were just like that.
They reached the base of a steep rise at twilight, found a rivulet and drank from it with vast relief. Fejh wallowed. The humans left him to sleep in the water, and
climbed the shelf in their way. At its ragged cliff-edge they saw across miles of flattened land, and there were lights the way they were heading. Three sets: the farthest
a barely visible glinting, the closest perhaps two hours away.
тАЬElsie, Elsie,тАЭ Cutter said. тАЬYou did, you did feel something.тАЭ
Pomeroy was too heavy to take the steep routes down, and Elsie had not the strength. Only Cutter could descend. The others told him to wait, that they would find a
way together the next day, but even knowing it was foolish to walk these hostile plains alone, at night, he could not hold back.
тАЬGo on,тАЭ he said. тАЬLook after Fejh. IтАЩll see you later.тАЭ

He was astonished by how glad he was to be alone. Time was stilled. Cutter walked through a ghostworld, the earthтАЩs dream of its own grasslands.