‘We regret the blow to your head, Lord Arthur,’ said Longtayle. ‘Watkingle was following orders, but perhaps his idea of a little tap —’ ‘It’s fine,’ said Arthur. ‘If he hadn’t hit me, Feverfew would have totally taken me over.’
‘Feverfew? You saw him?’
‘I saw Leaf first. The Mantis must have gone out into the Secondary Realms, because she’d been aboard more than a month. I guess she’s fit in pretty well, from the look of things. But right at the end they were getting attacked by the Shiver. That’s when I saw Feverfew. He was . . . pretty ugly.’
‘The Mantis was definitely being attacked by the Shiver?’ asked Monckton. He looked at Longtayle, his tail rising up in an agitated question mark. ‘Feverfew grows very bold. We have no separate confirmation of this.’
‘Watkingle said the Mantis might be able to hold off the Shiver,’ said Arthur.
‘It’s impossible to say,’ said Monckton. He was obviously troubled. ‘If Feverfew was determined, he would probably win out. From talking to Doctor Scamandros, you were very fortunate to get away from him the first time.’
‘Is he all right?’ asked Arthur. ‘Doctor Scamandros? I forgot to ask . . .’
‘He recovers well,’ replied Longtayle. ‘He will be joining us shortly. So you say that the Mantis was being attacked by the Shiver four days ago, by House time? Do you know where?’
‘I think it was in the Secondary Realms, but I’m not sure.’
‘If Feverfew is out cruising for victims, then he and his pirates will not be in his harbour,’ said Monckton. ‘Greatly increasing your chances, Arthur. But four days ago by House time. . . he could be anywhere.’
‘It doesn’t matter where Feverfew is,’ said Arthur, hoping he sounded braver than he felt. ‘I have to get into that secret harbour. Even more now, if Feverfew has taken Leaf and the crews of the Moth and the Flying Mantis to be slaves.’
I hope that’s what happened, Arthur thought. Better than being killed. Though maybe the Mantis defeated Feverfew …
‘There is some good news,’ said Longtayle. ‘The Accelerated Coal has arrived and the Balaena is fully operational. I have just had a message via bottle from her, confirming that the submersible will rendezvous with us offshore in about ten minutes.’
‘We’re not going into Port Wednesday?’ asked Arthur.
‘No,’ confirmed Longtayle. ‘Commodore Monckton and I decided that it would be best to keep your presence secret, and your transfer to the submersible even more so. Feverfew certainly has informers in the port and they are bound to have sorcerous means of communicating with him.’
‘That makes sense. Did any messages for me come through while I was sleeping? Dame Primus must have got my letter if you’ve got your fuel canister already.’
Longtayle shook his head. ‘No messages have come through by bottle. However, there is a representative from Dame Primus aboard the Balaena. She has probably brought messages for you.’
‘She?’ asked Arthur eagerly. ‘Is her name Suzy Turquoise Blue?’
Longtayle took a paper scroll from the pocket of his coat, unrolled it, and scanned the text.
‘No name,’ he said. ‘Just “a representative from Dame Primus.”’
‘I hope it is Suzy,’ said Arthur. ‘No one else has come aboard the sub as well, have they? Like a tall, grizzle-bearded old guy with a harpoon?’
‘I presume you refer to the Mariner,’ said Longtayle stiffly. ‘If he chose to grace any of our vessels with his presence it would be reported instantly. We hold him in only slightly less esteem than his brother, our noble creator, the Piper.’
‘So he’s not aboard, then,’ said Arthur. Instinctively, he touched the Mariner’s medallion on his throat, to make sure it was still there. Not that it had done anything anyway. At least as far as he could tell. He’d always known it was unlikely the Mariner would show up to help him, but he had hoped. Now that small hope had all but disappeared.
‘Where is Doctor Scamandros?’ he asked. It was looking more and more likely that he’d have to sneak into Feverfew’s secret worldlet by himself, without the team he’d been imagining would be there to help him.
‘He should be here by now,’ said Longtayle. He strode over and opened the door to look in the passageway, startling the sentry. ‘Ah — here he comes.’
Doctor Scamandros entered a few seconds later. He looked the same as he always had, but was walking with the aid of an ebony walking stick that had a carved parrot head for a handle.