The Masked City

‘Thank you.’ Irene had to make herself say the words. To her disgust, she was shaking in the aftermath of her brush with Lord Guantes’ power. Tackling a Fae at his level was way above her pay grade, she told herself as she gritted her teeth. Vale was here. They were safe - for now. And they needed to talk.

She looked up to meet Vale’s eyes for a moment, and then she reached behind her head to untie the strings of her mask. Nobody was looking, and hopefully nobody even knew what to look for. She massaged her damaged wrist as Vale began to speak. He kept to English, his voice quiet.

‘I apologize for surprising you like that, Winters. When Lord Silver refused to allow me on the Train, I thought it best to make my own arrangements. I regret that this involved deceiving you as well as him, but there was no time to discuss the matter. By leaving as I did, I was able to assemble a disguise and join the Train among the minor Fae.’

She jerked her head in a nod, remembering his hurtful words as he’d stormed out of Silver’s study. ‘I’m concerned about you becoming chaos-contaminated, just by being here,’ she said. ‘Silver wasn’t lying. It is a risk for humans visiting these worlds. You’ve exposed yourself—’

‘I’ve felt nothing odd thus far,’ Vale said briskly. ‘Perhaps I am already somewhat immunized? You’ve said before that my world is higher in chaos than in order. And I had no trouble dealing with the other Fae on the Train. The volume of strangers made it easy for me to pass myself off as one of them. But I assume that you’ve been pursuing your own investigations, Winters? What have you found out?’

Last night Irene had been utterly furious with him. But she grudgingly accepted his reasoning. Perhaps it was his casual assumption that he’d barely done anything that needed apologizing for that still galled her. She ran over with Vale the details of the midnight deadline, her bargain to escape on the Train, and Kai’s location within the Carceri - wherever they were.

‘Ah,’ Vale said with satisfaction. ‘That agrees with certain investigations of my own.’

‘I hope I haven’t been wasting my time too much,’ Irene said with some irritation.

‘Not at all, Winters.’ Vale relaxed further back into the cushions with her, lowering his voice to what might have been taken for a lover’s whisper. ‘It was simple enough. Venice is known as a hotbed of crime syndicates, secret societies and spies. The Veneziani, the Mala del Brenta, the ‘Ndrangheta, the Carbonari …’

‘I think the Carbonari were a couple of hundred years later than “now”,’ Irene said pedantically. Of course Vale would know about the criminal side of things. ‘You’ve probably noticed that the chronological period is different from your world.’

Vale sighed. ‘The point remains, Winters, that people here are used to the concept of anonymous masked individuals asking questions and expecting to get answers. Once I’d grasped that this place is run by a mysterious group called the Ten, all I needed to do was masquerade as one of their agents. It was easy enough to trace the movements of Lord Guantes, once he’d arrived here - together with an unconscious man, who must be Strongrock. I have spent most of the day and last night criss-crossing the city, interviewing witnesses and—’

‘You’ve been pretending to be one of the Ten’s secret agents?’ Irene hissed in shock.

‘There are advantages to a city of masks,’ Vale said. Under his own mask, his mouth curled rather complacently in the moonlight.

‘I think you underestimate how efficient they are.’ She had to resist the urge to look over her shoulder. ‘They were following the Guantes as well last night, watching for suspicious behaviour. They nearly arrested me.’

Vale nodded, with a casual acceptance of the fact that of course she’d managed to avoid arrest. It was, in its way, a compliment. ‘In any case, I know where Strongrock was last seen, right before he vanished. It must be the entry to these Carceri of yours - or at least incredibly close. What I can’t do is conveniently infiltrate the place. I’d been planning to kidnap Guantes or his wife and use them as hostages, but it’s possible that I might have overreached there.’

‘But, together, perhaps we might manage something …’ Irene suggested. It was like the swing of a pendulum, from near-certain failure to an actual possibility of success. There were still a few hours till midnight. There might still be time to save Kai.

‘If we didn’t know where to go, following Lord Guantes would be a logical next step.’ Vale shifted his weight, looking meditatively down the canal ahead of them, at the glowing lanterns and windows that lined the dark waterway.

Their gondolier paused in his vocal rendition (the equivalent of June, moon, et cetera, in a pleasant if not opera-grade tenor) to call a greeting to a passing gondola. Irene eyed the boat nervously, but it held just another reclining couple, much like her and Vale. No soldiers. No inquisitors. No Lord Guantes.

She tried to think through Vale’s statement, rather than just reject it flat out. Guantes was on a very short shortlist of people she never wanted to see again. ‘You think Lord Guantes will check on Kai, to make sure he’s safe, now that we’ve escaped him?’

‘This is very likely, Winters. He’s also likely to set a trap. And our own goal will be fairly obvious, unfortunately - to find Strongrock as soon as is practicable.’

Irene frowned. ‘But won’t Lord Guantes expect us to follow him, as the only route to Kai? And be ready for us?’