‘Is Sir Thursday safe?’ Arthur asked.
‘He is imprisoned and watched,’ Dusk reported. ‘Dame Primus spoke to him in the night, but otherwise he has been held incommunicado. The guards know to look out for assassins or raids.’
‘Good.’ Arthur was about to ask something else, but before he could, the guards in front flung the door to the operations room open and a Sergeant-Major inside shouted, ‘Stand fast! Sir Arthur!’
Arthur entered the large, domed chamber as everyone inside – except Dame Primus – snapped to attention. The room looked much as it had the night before, but this time Arthur had a little more time to take in the details, since he wasn’t being viciously attacked by Sir Thursday.
The first thing he noticed, behind a solid line of officers and a few Sergeants, all still at attention, was a large square table with Dame Primus looming over it at the far end. Arthur marched towards her, then as everyone was still standing at attention, he remembered to say, ‘As you were, please. Carry on.’
Officers and NCOs – Sergeants and Corporals – began to bustle around and talk again, keeping their voices low, making a steady hum in the background that made the room sound as if it were inhabited by a host of bees. Dame Primus, who was now close to eight feet tall and resplendent in a long scarlet-and-gold robe, inclined her head slightly to Arthur as he approached. He nodded back, noting that while she wore the very fancy robe it was brought in at the waist by a plain, though highly polished, leather belt. The belt supported the clock-hand sword that was the First Key, the pair of folded gauntlets that were the Second Key, and, in a special scabbard on her left hip, the small trident that was the Third Key.
Arthur felt a peculiar pang as he saw the Keys, a desire to take them back from Dame Primus. At the same time, the baton of the Fourth Key shifted on his belt, as if it too was drawn to the other Keys.
To combat the feeling, which he didn’t like, Arthur looked away, down at the tabletop. At first sight, it appeared to be just a boring grid of extremely small squares, with no detail whatsoever. But after a second, he suddenly felt as if he were falling into the grid. Details zoomed towards him. The squares got bigger and showed the terrain in them, and then as the zooming sensation continued, he saw tiny models representing House troops and New Nithling soldiers, many surmounted by a code like ‘2 hrs ago’ or a simple question mark.
Arthur blinked, fought back a dizzy feeling, swallowed the faint trace of bile that had risen in his mouth, and the map was just a grid again.
‘The map table shows the disposition of our forces and confirmed sighting reports of the enemy,’ explained Dusk as Arthur rubbed his eyes. ‘It takes some practice to use it effectively, since it can make new viewers ill.’
‘There are plenty of practised map viewers here, Lord Arthur,’ Dame Primus interjected. She clicked her fingers and a very thick, hardbound book fell out of thin air and landed on her hand. It was heavy enough to break the fingers of a mortal, but she caught it easily. It looked a bit familiar to Arthur, and he soon found out why. ‘You need not look at the map yourself. Now that you are here, we can get on with important matters of high strategy. I have organised the agenda—’
Arthur held up his hand. ‘Not the agenda again, please. First of all, I need to know what has happened back home. Is Leaf all right? And what did happen with the Skinless Boy? Is he … it … totally destroyed?’
Dame Primus sniffed in annoyance and dropped the agenda book. It was caught with two hands by a Corporal who dived in from behind her, the lesser Denizen grunting with the effort.
‘There are more pressing matters, Lord Arthur. We are at war with the Piper and his New Nithlings, you know. Not to mention the remaining Morrow Days.’
‘I do know,’ said Arthur grimly. ‘Where are Dr Scamandros and Sunscorch?’
‘All Denizens not directly required here have reported back to their proper posts,’ said Dame Primus. ‘As I am here with three Keys and yourself with another, we do not need excessive Denizen-power and there are many other demands upon our resources.’
‘I wanted to talk to Dr Scamandros in particular,’ said Arthur. He was vaguely troubled by the absence of Scamandros and Sunscorch, who were friends as well as important allies. Even more important, Dr Scamandros was an Upper House-trained sorcerer, the only one who did not serve Superior Saturday.
‘I have sent Dr Scamandros to the Lower House to keep an eye on the Old One, among other things,’ said Dame Primus. ‘There have been some strange occurrences in the Lower Coal Cellar.’