He got up, taking the Third Key, and went over to Dame Primus. She slid out of her chair and bowed to him.
When she straightened up, Arthur was struck by just how much taller she was, now that she contained three parts of the Will. She was well over seven feet tall, perhaps even eight feet tall now, and up close he could see tiny words crawling everywhere over her skin and clothes. There were thousands of tiny old-fashioned type letters in constant movement, changing colour as they moved to become skin or clothes. Every now and then Arthur could just make out a word or a fraction of a phrase, things like, The Will is the Word and the Word is – Looking at her was a bit like examining a banknote, where you could only see all the tiny engraved detail that made up the images if you were up close.
‘Do you recall the words, Lord Arthur, to appoint me Steward of the Third Key?’
‘No,’ said Arthur. ‘You start, and I’ll say them after you.’
‘Very well. “I, Arthur, Duke of the Border Sea, Lord of the Far Reaches, Master of the Lower House, Wielder of the First, Second, and Third Keys to the Kingdom, do grant my faithful servant, the combined First, Second, and Third Parts of the Great Will of the Architect, all my powers … ’’ Arthur repeated the words mechanically, his mind elsewhere. He was afraid of what the Skinless Boy was going to do, and whether Leaf was just going into danger without any hope of success. He was also afraid of what was going to happen to him. After all, he was only a boy. He shouldn’t be a recruit in any army, let alone one full of immortal Denizens who were much tougher and stronger than he was.
Dame Primus took the trident, and for the first time Arthur realised that the gloves she was wearing were in fact the gauntlets of the Second Key, transformed to be more ladylike. And the sword made of clock hands that was the First Key was thrust through her belt, mostly concealed by the outer train of her long dress, which flowed around her like a cloak.
‘Thank you, Arthur,’ said Dame Primus. ‘I had best take the Atlas too.’
‘I suppose it’s not much good to me without a Key,’ said Arthur. He pulled the small green book out and slowly handed it over. He felt like he was losing everything that might help him.
‘Excellent! I will begin to work on the Border Sea immediately,’ announced Dame Primus. ‘We will also spare no effort in trying to find the Fourth Part of ourself, and will keep you informed of our progress.’
‘Mail call only happens twice a year at recruit school,’ said Monday’s Noon. ‘And the recruits are not permitted to telegraph or telephone.’
‘We will find some means,’ said Dame Primus. ‘Now, we had best let the recruiting officer in. Good luck, Arthur.’
‘I still don’t like this,’ said Arthur. ‘I want you to find out any way I can be released from the Army.’
‘As you command, Lord Arthur,’ said Dame Primus. She inclined her head but didn’t bow, and Arthur once more had the feeling that it would suit the Will to have him trapped in the House for ages, and with the Skinless Boy taking his place back home … he might have nowhere to go after he got out of the Army, except to become a Denizen.
‘I’ll be back,’ Arthur said fiercely. ‘As myself, not as a Denizen. If I have to find Part Four of the Will myself and get the Fourth Key from Sir Thursday, I’ll do it. And I expect everyone here to help Leaf however they can, particularly if … when … she gets back with the pocket.’
‘Ah, Lord Arthur,’ Dr Scamandros said nervously, with a sideways glance at Dame Primus. ‘Expect is such a … shall we say … inexact word –’
‘Here is the recruiting officer!’ interrupted Dame Primus. ‘Welcome to Monday’s Dayroom, Lieutenant.’
The officer in question stood at attention just inside the door and snapped a salute. To Arthur he looked like someone out of a history book. He wore a scarlet tunic with white lapels and white facings laden with many gold buttons. His legs were covered by black trousers with a broad gold stripe down each leg, his feet by black boots with spurs, and he was made at least a foot taller by a towering black fur hat with blue and white plumes. He also had a hand-sized crescent of bronze hanging around his neck, which was engraved with curlicues and numbers.
He looked around the room and saw Dame Primus, clearly the tallest and most important Denizen in the room.
‘I do beg your pardon, ma’am,’ said the lieutenant. ‘Crosshaw is my name, recruiting officer. I have a draft requisition for one Arthur Penhaligon, only I think there must be a mistake, as it gives this Arthur a precedence within the House of … well … six. I thought perhaps there might be a large number of zeroes missing. Perhaps if there is someone among Mister Monday’s staff called Arthur Penhaligon, I might test the draft document?’