Lady Friday(4)
‘What about Monday’s Noon and Dusk?’ asked Arthur. ‘Have they gone back to the Lower House too?’
Dame Primus nodded and looked down at Arthur, arching her long fingers together and looking at him over her sharp nails in a rather unnerving manner.
‘There is trouble in every demesne of the House, Lord Arthur. Nithlings of the old-fashioned sort are bubbling out of every crack and crevice in the Lower House. Our efforts to fill in the Pit in the Far Reaches have met with setbacks and there is considerable danger that some parts of it may fall into the void.
‘I have not had time to force the Border Sea within its bounds, and Nothing is leaking into the Sea in many places. Needless to say, our efforts to rectify the situation are being thwarted at every turn by the faithless Trustees, notably Superior Saturday. Now we have the Piper in league with them as well.’
‘I don’t think he’s in league with the Trustees,’ said Arthur. ‘He thinks he should be the Rightful Heir, not me. He’s as much their enemy as I am.’
‘Perhaps,’ said Dame Primus in a doubting tone. ‘In any case, in due course he will be brought to judgment. What we must decide now—’
‘I want to know what’s happened to Leaf and my family!’ interrupted Arthur. ‘Then as soon as I can, I want to go home. Even if Mum and Dad don’t know I’ve been gone, I miss them! I miss everyone! And before you get started, I know I can’t stay. I’ll be back to go get the Fifth Key from Lady Friday and do whatever else has to be done, but I … I absolutely have to go home for a visit first.’
‘That is not possible at the moment,’ said Dame Primus airily. ‘As of dawn this morning, Superior Saturday has shut down all the elevators in the demesnes of the House that we control, and she has ordered the Front Door shut to us.’
‘What? How can she do that?’
‘She has the authority,’ said Dame Primus. ‘Unless Lord Sunday countermands her orders, Superior Saturday controls much of the interdemesne operations of the House – including elevators and, to some extent, the Front Door. She has also attempted to shut down the telephones, without complete success, as the operators fall under the authority of the Lower House and the metaphysical wiring under the Far Reaches.’
‘I could go home by the Improbable Stair,’ said Arthur slowly. He was unable to stop himself from looking at the ring on his finger. He would have to use the power of the Fourth Key to walk the Stair – and every step he took along that strange way would take him farther away from humanity, even as he walked towards his home.
‘I would strongly advise against that,’ said Dame Primus. ‘You have been very fortunate to survive two perambulations on the Improbable Stair. Now let us move on to the agen—’
‘Where’s Captain Drury?’ interrupted Arthur. He looked away from Dame Primus and saw the telephone expert already hurrying across the room. As he approached, Drury took the old-fashioned handset out of the wickerwork suitcase that housed the body of the field telephone. The captain handed this to Arthur and started to wind the crank, as the boy said, ‘Get me Sneezer, in the Lower House, please, Captain.’
‘As you are too busy to discuss strategic plans, Lord Arthur, I shall go interrogate the Piper’s children,’ said Dame Primus, with a very haughty sniff.
‘What?’ asked Arthur, lowering the handset. ‘Which Piper’s children?’
‘The ones that are serving here in the Citadel,’ said Dame Primus. ‘The Piper has declared himself our enemy. The children were originally brought to the House by him, for his own purposes. Therefore they are now enemies too and must be judged accordingly.’
As she spoke, Dame Primus’s tongue briefly forked and turned a sickly green, and her two eyeteeth grew long and pointed, exactly like the fangs of the snake-form that Part Four of the Will had taken.
Arthur stepped back and his hand instinctively went to the Fourth Key on his belt.
Dame Primus frowned and took a dainty lace handkerchief out of her sleeve and dabbed at her mouth. When she lowered the handkerchief, the forked tongue and fangs had vanished. She was once more just a very beautiful but stern-looking eight-foot-tall woman.
‘Do not be alarmed, Arthur. We are still assimilating the most recent part of our self, and it is inclined to be judgmental. Now, where was I? Oh yes, Piper’s children. I expect that after a quick trial we shall have no choice.’
Without a moment’s hesitation, Dame Primus proclaimed, ‘Here and everywhere else in the House where we hold sway, all Piper’s children must be executed!’