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BY PHILIP REEVE
Fever CrumbA Web of Air
Mortal Engines
Predators Gold
Infernal Devices
A Darkling Plain
Here Lies Arthur
No Such Thingas Dragons
Larklight
Starcross
Mothstorm
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P H I L I P R E E V E
PREDATORSGOLD
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For Sarah and Sam
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Frozen North
Freya woke early and lay for a while in the dark, feeling hercity shiver and sway beneath her as its powerful engines sentit skimming across the ice. Sleepily, she waited for her servants
to come and help her out of bed. It took her a few moments to
remember that they were all dead.She threw off the covers, lit the argon lamps, and waded
through dusty mounds of cast-off clothes to her bathroom. For
several weeks now she had been working up the courage to have
a shower, but once again this morning the complicated controls
in the shower stall defeated her: She couldnt make the water
hot. In the end she just filled the hand basin as usual and splashedher face and neck. There was a sliver of soap left, and she rubbed
some into her hair and plunged her head under the water. Her
bath-servants would have used shampoo, lotions, salves, condi-
tioners, all sorts of pleasant-smelling balms; but they were all
dead, and the rack upon rack of bottles in the walk-in bathroom
cabinet intimidated Freya. Faced with so much choice, she chose
to use nothing.
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At least she had worked out how to dress herself. She picked
one of her crumpled gowns from the floor, laid it on the bed, and
burrowed into it from the bottom, struggling about inside until
she got her arms and head out through the right holes. The long,
fur-trimmed waistcoat that went over the gown was much easier
to put on, but she had a lot of trouble with the buttons. Her
handmaidens had always done up her buttons very quickly and
easily, talking and laughing about the day ahead and never, ever
getting a button through the wrong hole; but they were all dead.Freya cursed and tugged and fumbled for fifteen minutes,
then studied the results in her cobwebby mirror. Not bad, she
thought, all things considered. Perhaps some jewelry would make
it look better. But when she went to her jewelry room she found
most of the good pieces gone. Things were always vanishing these
days. Freya could not imagine where they went to. Anyway, shedidnt really need a tiara on her sticky, soap-washed hair, or a
necklet of amber and gold around her grubby throat. Mama
would not approve of her being seen without jewelry, of course;
but Mama was dead, too.
In the empty, silent corridors of her palace the dust lay thick
as powder snow. She rang for a footman and stood staring out ofa window while she waited for him to arrive. Outside, dim arc-
tic twilight shone gray on the frosted rooftops of her city. The
floor trembled to the beat of cogs and pistons down in the engine
district, but there was very little sense of movement, for this was
the High Ice, north of north, and there were no passing land-
marks, only a white plain, shining slightly with the reflection of
the sky.
Her footman arrived, patting his powdered wig straight.
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Good morning, Smew, she said.
Good morning, Your Radiance.
For a moment she was seized by an urge to ask Smew into her
quarters and tell him to do something about all the dust, the fallen
clothes, the lost jewelry; to make him show her how the shower
worked. But he was a man, and it would be an unthinkable break
with tradition for a man to enter the margravines private quarters.
Instead she said what she said every morning: You may escort me
to the breakfast room, Smew.Riding with him in the lift to the lower floor, she imagined
her city scuttling across the ice cap like a tiny black beetle creep-
ing over a huge white plate. The question was, where was it
going? That was what Smew wanted to know; you could see it in
his face, in the way his gaze kept flicking inquisitively at her. The
Steering Committee would want to know, too. Running this wayand that from hungry predators was one thing, but the time had
come for Freya to decide what her citys future was to be. For
thousands of years the people of Anchorage had looked to the
House of Rasmussen to make such decisions. The Rasmussen
women were special, after all. Had they not ruled Anchorage ever
since the Sixty Minute War? Did not the Ice Gods speak to themin their dreams, telling them where the city should go if it were
to find good trading partners and avoid trap-ice and predators?
But Freya was the last of her line, and the Ice Gods did not
speak to her. Hardly anybody spoke to her now, and when they
did it was only to inquire, in the politest possible way, when she
would decide upon a course. Why ask me?she wanted to shout at
them. Im just a girl! I didnt want to be margravine!But there was no
one else left for them to ask.
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At least this morning Freya would have an answer for them.
She just wasnt sure that they would like it.
She ate breakfast alone, in a high-backed black chair at a long,
black table. The clatter of her knife against her plate, her spoon
in her teacup, seemed unbearably loud in the silence. From the
shadowy walls, portraits of her divine ancestors gazed down at
her, looking slightly impatient, as though they, too, were waiting
for her to decide upon a destination.
Dont worry, she told them. Ive made my mind up.When breakfast was finished, her chamberlain came in.
Good morning, Smew.
Good morning, Light of the Ice Fields. The Steering
Committee awaits Your Radiances pleasure.
Freya nodded, and the chamberlain swung open the breakfast
room doors to let the committee enter. There used to be twenty-three of them; now there were only Mr. Scabious and Miss Pye.
Windolene Pye was a tall, plain, middle-aged lady with fair
hair done up in a flat bun which made her look as if she were
balancing a Danish pastry on her head. She had been the late
chief navigators secretary, and seemed to understand his charts
and tables well enough, but she was very nervous in the presenceof her margravine and bobbed little curtsies every time Freya so
much as sniffed.
Her colleague, Sren Scabious, was quite different. His family
had been engine masters for nearly as long as the city had been
mobile, and he was the nearest thing Freya had left to an equal.
If things had been normal, she would have been getting married
to his son Axel next summer; the margravine often took a
man from the engine districts as her consort, to keep the citys
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engineering classes happy. But things were not normal, and Axel
was dead. Freya secretly felt quite glad she would not be get-
ting Scabious as a father-in-law; he was such a stern, sad, silent
old man. His black mourning robes blended into the darkness
of the breakfast room like camouflage, leaving the white death-
mask of his face hanging disembodied in the shadows.
Good day, Your Radiance, he said, bowing stiffly, while Miss
Pye curtsied and blushed and fluttered beside him.
What is our position? asked Freya.Oh, Your Radiance, we are almost two hundred miles north
of the Tannhuser Mountains, twittered Miss Pye. Were on
sound sea ice, and there has been no sighting of any other city.
The engine district awaits your instructions, Light of the Ice
Fields, said Scabious. Do you wish to turn back east?
No! Freya shivered, remembering how close they had come tobeing eaten in the past. If they went back east, or turned south
to trade along the edges of the ice, the Huntsmen of Arkangel
were sure to hear about it, and with only skeleton crews to man
the engines Freya did not think her city could outrun the great
predator again.
Maybe we should bear west, Your Radiance? Miss Pye sug-gested nervously. A few small towns overwinter along the eastern
edge of Greenland. We might manage a little trading.
No, said Freya firmly.
Then perhaps you have another destination in mind, Your
Radiance? wondered Scabious. Have the Gods of the Ice spoken
to you?
Freya nodded solemnly. In fact, the idea was one she had been
turning around in her mind for a month or more, and she did
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not think it had come from any god; it was just the only way she
could see of keeping her city safe from predators and plagues and
spy-ships forever.
Set course for the Dead Continent, she said. We are
going home.