Daemonslayer

NINE

BEYOND THE SEA OF CLAWS

As the airship cast off, the crowds stared up in awe. Makaisson turned the wheel and pulled the levers to alter their course a fraction. Narrowly avoiding the great spire of the Temple of Ulric, they set off northwards.

Felix relaxed in one of the armchairs on the command deck. There was plenty of room. Most of the dwarfs were sleeping off hangovers, leaving only a skeleton crew to man the bridge.

To tell the truth, Makaisson himself looked a little worse for wear. The little groans he emitted from time to time, combined with the way he squinted at the horizon through sore eyes, were not reassuring. Felix was not at all sure that he should be flying the ship.

"Can I help you?" he asked the chief engineer.

"What dae ye mean, young Felix?"

"Perhaps I can take the controls while you rest."

"Ah di

"I could try. It might prove useful to have somebody else on board who can fly the ship, in case anything should happen to you. I mean you are a Slayer, you know."

"The other engineers ken hoo to dae it… still, ah suppose ye hae a point. It woudnae dae o

"Does that mean you'll do it."

"Ah shouldnae really. It's against guild regulations tae teach onybody but a dwarf hoo to dae these things, but then again, this whole bloody thing is against guild regs, so whar's the herm, ah ask ye?"

He beckoned for Felix to come over and stand where he was standing. "Tak the wheel, Herr Jaeger."

Felix had to bend his knees to stand at the same height as the dwarf and he found the position fairly uncomfortable. The wheel felt heavy in his hands. He did his best to hold it steady but it felt like it had a life of its own, exerting pressure first this way and then that, so that Felix had to constantly fight to hold his position.

"That's the air currents," Makaisson said. They tug at the rudder and the ailerons. Take's a while tae get used to it. Ye got it?"

Felix nodded nervously.

"Look doon a wee bit and tae yer left. Ye'll see a wee gadget there. It's a compass."

Felix did so. He could see a compass that swung on a complex arrangement of gimbals so that the needle in its centre always pointed north.

"Ye'll notice that we're heading north-north-east at the moment. That's oor course. If ye turn the wheel a wee bit, we'll shift the course. Joost jink aroond a wee bit and bring the course back to north-north-east,"

Felix did as he was told and moved the wheel as gently as he could. Outside the window, the horizon seemed to spin slowly. He moved the wheel the opposite way and they spun back onto the correct heading.

"Weel din! Nithin' tae it, eh?"

Felix found that he was gri

"What next?" he asked.

"See that row o" levers next tae yer right hand?"

Yes."

"OK, the first yin is fur speed. Di

Felix nodded again.

"Noo there's a dial in front ye, marked in increments. Ye'll see that it's marked in different colours as weel."

Felix saw the indicated gauge beside the compass. Right now the needle was in the green zone at the tenth increment. It was about five increments short of the red zone.

"While the needle is in the green, ye're fine. That's the zone o" tolerance for the engine. Move it forward—but keep the needle in the green."

Felix leaned forward on the lever. It resisted his efforts, so he pushed harder than he had originally intended. As he did so the needle moved forward and the drone of the engine altered to a higher pitch. The ground seemed to unreel faster below them, and the clouds drifted by more quickly on either side. Suddenly Felix felt Makaisson's hard hand on top of his. Fingers like steel bands closed and he found the lever was being pulled back.

"Ah said keep it in the green, ye u

Felix saw that he had accidentally run the needle into the red zone. He tried to pull his hand away but Makaisson's held it in place for a moment. "Di

Felix nodded and the engineer freed his hand. "Di

Felix was begi

"Well, the fins control oor height above the ground. When ye pull that lever back the fins on the tail change attitude and we gaun up. When ye push it forward we gaun doon. That's all ye really need tae ken. The actual reasons are a wee bit technical and ah doobt ye'd understand them."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Right, pull the lever back. Gently! We di

Felix did as he was told. There was an odd buzzing in his ears, which vanished when he swallowed. He took his hand off the altitude lever and pointed to a smaller row of stubby levers attached to a panel at the height of his left hand. "What do these do?"

"Di

"What if something goes wrong?"

"Joost gae me a shout. Ah'll be in this chair here." So saying, Makaisson sat himself down in the chair, and soon his snores filled the bridge of the airship.

For the first few minutes Felix felt a certain nervousness guiding the craft but as time wore on he gained confidence that nothing was going to go wrong. As time went on, some of the engineers came onto the bridge. Some glanced at him in amazement but seeing Makaisson slumbering nearby let him be. After a while, it became quite relaxing to watch the land and the clouds unroll beneath them.

"Are you the pilot then?" The soft voice stirred Felix from his reverie. It was a woman's voice, husky and with more than a trace of a foreign accent in it. At a guess he would have said Kislevite.

Felix shook his head but did not turn to look at the woman. He kept his attention focused on where they were going, just in case anything unexpected came their way. "No. But you could say I am training to be one."

A soft laugh. "A useful skill."

"I don't know. I doubt that I can base a career on it. There are not too many vessels like this in the world."

"Only this one, I think. And given its mission, I doubt there will be another."