The rumble of the bales of paper being loaded
into their storage bay was a barely audible thunder in the Coalition News’s
main office, but the smell of ink and hot lead and fixatives and colours all
wafted up from below as if it were a chimney.
Teel James leaned back on his spring chair,
wheels squeeking as he propped his heels on the desk. He was a very tall man with a mass of curly
salt and pepper hair that cascaded almost to the floor as he leaned back. His waistcoat was an astonishing blue Cylak
silk, for all that it was a decade out of fashion, and stained with years of
ink. His stockings appeared to be cream
coloured though he knew that they’d begun their lives as pristine white, and
his red-heeled shoes were only slightly down at the heel. His great coat hung sloppily tossed over the
coat rack over his small sword. He
flipped the next page in his notebook and addressed his colleagues, Mercedes
and Dauf. “Something stinks up at the
House of the Hand,” he said. “The whole
family has been very tight lipped on Ahrimaz’s ‘illness’ and the House has all
but unanimously voted in Ahriminash.”
“I received a note from Yolend, saying that
Ahrimaz has become violent and needed to be restrained to keep from hurting
people,” Mercedes said. She was
originally from Yhom and had come with the First Wife when she’d married
Ahrimaz. Her black hair was kinked and
knotted into a headscarf to keep out of her way as she tracked down stories.
“Violent,” Dauf said. He was the most average of the three
main rédacteurs of the News. His
hair was brown and cut short, he had a bit of a paunch and his waistcoat was a
burgundy brocade over brown shirt and pantaloons, though his stockings were
brown and white striped. “That’s not like him.”
“The last shift of staff said it was true.”
Teel said, running a hand through his hair.
“They did lock him in a basement in the fall. But nothing really since then.”
“I heard a rumour that THE warmaster was
teaching him, though how that could be if he were violent, I don’t get,”
Mercedes sniffed.
A tap on the door brought their heads around,
all three to see one of the younger writers for the broadsheet standing with
papers in his hands, his quill thrust into his hair. “Um Mr. James, sir?”
“What?”
“We just got a note addressed to the Writers
and Inventors about a new kind of pen that doesn’t need to be dipped, sir.”
Teel waved.
“And you figure you need to interrupt us, you pup?”
It’s from Ahrimaz Kenaçyen, sir.”
Mercedes lips pursed in a soundless whistle as
the boy went on. “There’s a plan for a
stove that burns fifty times more efficiently than our fireplaces, a commentary
on a breech-loading fire arm instead of a muzzle loader, a ‘speculation’ on
improving cannon…” He held a stack of
pages in his hands. Teel held out his
hand and gestured imperiously with his fingertips.
“You did right. Give me that!” The boy handed his wad of papers over and
fled. Teel began flipping through the stack and then broke it into three
handing them off to the other two. There
was a silence as they flipped through and read here and there as their eyes
were caught by diagrams or by turns of phrase.
“Huh,” Dauf said at last, staring at his
section of papers. “If Ahrimaz has gone
crazy then he’s gone crazy like a fox.
These are brilliant! These are
going to change our world!”
“Well then!” Teel let his heels thump to the
floor. “I’m obviously going to have to
pay him a visit!”
“Not just you,” Mercedes said archly. “I’m going along…”
“Me too!” Dauf said. “We all three need to find out what’s going
on here. I was just going to say that I
needed to send a junior over to Aeono’s temple and speak to the Second Most
High about his brother. So I’ll do
that. When are we going to speak to our
madman in the cellar?”
“Tomorrow,” Teel said. “That will give us time to have copies of
these made and to read through them ourselves.
The Inventors pages will have a field day with these!” He yanked open the door, calling down the
hall to his science editor.
“Mal! Get
your adorable ass in here! We’ve got an
exclusive for the Clockwork and Explosives Set!
Breaking news even!”
Oh yes I was wondering how soon he was going to push for those stoves. They are necessary
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