“I’m starving, my brother, how about some decent refreshment and not the nasty stuff you feed your poor brethren. The delicious repast you have for yourself. I’m sure Angus and Soc would be grateful for something more substantial than rice and juice that looks like its been taken out of the toilet after you’ve had a dose of the shits.” Big Mac floats into the Father-Abbot’s office like he owns the place. He takes up residence in the squishy armchair and places his feet, still in their hefty boots, on the coffee table. Mud drips onto the paperwork.
Gorse flies by my head and sits on Big Mac’s shoulder, chirping. With his paw in the shape of a fist, he shakes it at Father-Abbot.
“Boys, sit down on the sofa. Relax. I heard a new word today unlax – it means to do less and take note of life. All the kids are using it.”
This kid isn’t, Angus thinks and shrugs at Soc.
“Ah I discern there is one kid who doesn’t think I’m with it. You have to work but I want plenty of unlaxing until showtime. We’ll leave mid afternoon and aim to reach Noah’s Landing under the cover of darkness. We’ll use the Earth networks to get you to Seatown. We can’t get you in there directly.” He smiles and nods at me.
Father-Abbot approaches. “Don’t I get a say in it? Angus should be protected at all costs. We need an heir, someone for the people to rally around.” He sits on the sofa, taking up all the space and leaving nowhere for Soc and I to sit. We stand back. The whole pissing around between brothers we understand and neither of us wishes to intervene or be used as pawns in it.
“You mean you want a pawn in your plan for getting off this Universal Father forsaken rock. Can you provide a safe route to Seatown? I’m almost certain I wouldn’t have been included in your plans if you could accomplish them without me.” Big Mac looks like a cat, cleaning his teeth after he’s devoured a mouse.
“Very well. When he gets there – you will be going won’t you? I want him back here. I worry that you want to keep him for yourself.”
“I’ve no plans for entire planet domination.” He lies even further back and appears chilled.
“No but you want to get your people out of the sewers of Covesea Island.”
“And how do you think a seventeen year old boy will do that?”
“The same way he will get my brethren off this rock.” At that the Father-Abbot glances at me with a moment of satisfaction. He knows he’s put a seed of doubt about Big Mac in my mind.
I work on a stronger mental firewall, unsure whether or not he heard the thought. Big Mac is putting on as much of a show for me as the Father-Abbot is. Rei and I are their sacrificial animals, ready to be punished when we don’t deliver what they want. There are people here I care about and as much as I hate to admit it, Rei is one of them. She's too fragile to be left with these powerful beasts.
Being spoken about like I’m their captive makes up my mind – I am not coming back here. Not ever. This Universal Father forsaken place will shortly be an Angus forsaken place. I must have given something away in my facial expression, because Soc is glaring at me. His brow furrows and I can see he wants to march me out of the room so we can talk. Or fight.
“What is your brother thinking, Socrates?”
Soc snaps back at the Father-Abbot. “Can’t you discern it? He’s unhappy being spoken about as a dumb creature. As Crown Prince and heir to the throne he shouldn’t be left out of the discussion. When he is king he in the true order of things – your equal.”
“And that’s why you are angry with him?”
I do not want the Father-Abbot to know of my burgeoning plan and I set about working on a new mental code so I can detect his intrusions into my mind. Tomorrow night I intend to go in search of Beatrice.
“I’m not angry at my brother, I’m concerned he will do something stupid. He has a hot temper. He’s ill equipped to deal with yourself and Mac.”
The Father-Abbot stands up and moves until he is right in front of Soc. “I know you’re lying, boy.” He cups my brother’s chin and smiles at him. “Maybe I should hold you hostage until your little brother returns. If he wants to see you again he will have to come and get you.”
The fear I expect to see in Soc isn’t there. Instead he removes the Father-Abbot’s hand, stands up straight and looks right into the Father-Abbot’s eyes. “Reckon you could hold me, Father? My sister couldn’t. Little brother, whatever you plan do not take this threat seriously. Listen to your heart and you’ll do the right thing.” He takes a small step so he is nose to nose with the Father-Abbot. “Going to see if you can take me on?”
The Father-Abbot backs off and appears fearful of my brother. “Very well, Socrates. I will have to trust your judgement. I’m not used to having so many novices here outwith my control. Since he...” He points at me. “Arrived here even the infirmier is becoming difficult to discern. When he returns he won’t be allowed to exert his power over my order. Prior Shun will be escorting you all.”
Soc grins. “He has a talent for organising and leading rebellions without realising that is what he is doing, but isn’t that what we want here? A rebellion. I don’t want to be in bed with you but we all want freedom for our people. To do that we need to get rid of my sister.”
I’m feeling very small. All of them are talking about me as though I am not here. Not even Soc really cares about me. What he wants is Evelyn dead and I’m a means to achieving that.
All I want is to find Bea and get off Covesea Island. I want to run away to Switzbergenland and study astronomy. Its been my dream since I was a small child and Dad brought me back, from a state visit, that astronomically correct quilt. Thinking of Dad doesn’t help me feel big. I wipe the tears from my face and decide to play their game whilst I make my plan. “Big Mac have you brought the bits and bobs I need to fix my copper?”
“Come with me. We can work in your cell.” Gorse falls from Big Mac’s shoulder as he stands. After giving Big Mac an indignant growl he flies back and buries his claws in my shoulder.
The Father-Abbot looks like he’s about to object. Gorse growls and hisses at him. Soc moves in front of me and shakes his head. “He needs to work and he needs to get that broadcast out. Whatever he does afterwards we need the world to know that Empress Evelyn is not King Lorenzo the second’s daughter. Angus will also need decent food. This is all too crucial for him to do it whilst hungry.”
Seagulls screech and the sun warms my skin. I’m waiting on the jetty for Nate’s boat which is a dot on the horizon. Gorse nibbles on my ear and whimpers. He wants a conversation, but I’m too excited. On that boat is my means to escape this universal father forsaken place. I would formulate a plan but I know the abbot is checking my thoughts. He scratches around inside my head like a chicken searching for food, so I’m refusing to let myself think about my options. The warmer weather allows me to kick off my boots and walk round the island barefoot which is strengthening me.
I close my eyes and breathe, praying she will go away. She’s useless and simpering. It’s not like girls usually throw themselves at me and I have no idea how to handle this.
“Rei.” Although I manage a smile, Gorse hisses at her. I tap his nose and he bites my finger. “OW!” I suck at the wound until it stops bleeding. During my stay at the order, I’m sure my blood has become more salty. Maybe it’s the proximity to the ocean, but there are days when I feel like I have spray from the waves in my mouth. Salt hangs in the air.
“Let me.” She holds out her hand. I think she’s trying to be sexy but she’s not achieving it.
“It’s OK, thanks.” I wrap a handkerchief round it.
“We could go and sit on the beach together?” Yet again she’s doing that thing where she wraps her hair round her finger and moves her foot back and forth, tracing a semi circle on the ground. “Let’s spend time together.”
“I’m waiting for Big Mac.”
I blink. “He said he was your uncle. Have you never met him?”
She appears confused. Bea would never look like that. Rei makes me miss my girlfriend more. There’s no comparison between the two. I mean Bea wouldn’t bother flirting she’d have told me to kiss her.
“He’s Shun’s mentor?”
The smog of confusion lifts from her face and she smiles. “Oh yes, the abbot of the order of the earth. Father-Abbot Damocles Sorenson.”
I shrug. “He introduced himself as Big Mac. He’s bringing me the pieces I need to make my copper and then he’s going to help me broadcast...” Her soggy and awkward kiss interrupts my flow. It’s my turn to blink and appear confused. With my thumb, I wipe my lips and shake my head.
She smiles her vacant smile. “I like you, Angus.”
Universal Father, I don’t believe in you but if you exist, help. As the father-abbot’s daughter, I do not want to offend her. My world here could become difficult if I do – more difficult than it currently is. “You’re very pretty, Rei.”
“Angus!” Big Mac’s loud shout, disturbs my but.
To my distress, her smile, this time, is genuine. “Thank you, Angus.” She goes back to playing with her hair and tracing a semi circle with her foot.
The boat pulls up to the jetty. “Angus, catch.” Any chance I may have had to tell her about Bea is swallowed up in tying Nate's boat to the jetty. When I turn round she has disappeared.
For a large man, Big Mac is nimble on his feet and he leaps from prow. His scarlet and gold robe, and his long thick dark hair flow out behind him, creating a brief spectacle.
Gorse chatters excitedly and takes a piece of raw chicken from Big Mac. He flies off to enjoy it.
Big Mac stands in front of me. His expression of confusion bears a passing resemblance to Rei’s earlier.
Please, for all that is good on Litae, don’t let him kiss me too.
His eyebrow raises. “Now that I discerned, young man. How do you do it?”
“Block me. When I first met you I had no bother exploring the inner workings of the mind otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to break into your room.” He places his hands either side of my head.
I flinch. Please don’t kiss me.
“Why are you expecting me to kiss you? I could...”
Nate jumps down from the boat behind him and checks that I have tied up the boat correctly. “Now do you believe me, Dad?”
“Uhuh… clever boy.”
I look from Big Mac to Nate and back to Big Mac. “What on Litae are you talking about?”
His hands haven’t moved from my head. “Walk me through what you do when you meditate?”
I shrug. “They told me to visualise things I… well things that mean a lot to me and things I enjoy.”
“So you have imagined a honey pot and a firewall?”
“Not really. I was imagining my girlfriend but then I wanted to protect her. And well… I’m not very good at the yang-qi. I am good at firewalls.” I still don’t know why this is all so important. “Infirmier Kim taught me to use my strengths and what I know.”
“Very good. I can’t get past it.” He removes his hands. “I bet you’re causing my brother some serious issues.” From his pocket he takes out a sparkly pink mobile phone. The back is decorated with a twinkly, diamond encrusted sea bird. His arm is round me and I can’t help but walk with him, at his great pace. “My brother makes extensive use of his mind reading ability to control his brethren. If I can’t can’t get into your thoughts then I doubt my technically inept older brother can. Like I said you’re a clever boy. You just need to find a way to hide those stray direct thoughts like the one about wanting me to kiss you.”
I pull away. “I don’t want you to kiss me.”
He throws his head back. If a mountain could laugh I imagine it would laugh like Big Mac. “Perhaps you should explain that concern to me. Wait.” On his pink sparkly phone he pushes buttons. “Now. We are secure and can say anything without being overheard by my brother.” On a large rock halfway up the cliff path he sits and pats the space next to him.
“Rei Kazuto kissed me.”
“Ahh. Did you like it?”
I shake my head and rub my face with my hands. Looking out to sea allows me to avoid the merriment in his eyes. “I have a girlfriend.”
“She may not have survived your sister’s regime.”
His comment makes me grin. “You don’t know Bea. Bea would survive a bomb blast with barely a scratch.”
“Known her long?”
“She beat up a mayor’s son that was bullying me when I was four and she was six.” It’s the first time I’ve been able to talk about Bea and my whole being feels lighter. “She’s been protecting me ever since.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be the other way round?”
“I’m a computer geek at heart. She’s a nurse with a deadly aim and I’d much rather it wasn’t aimed at me.”
He laughs. “Well she sounds like she’d make a perfect queen.”
My protest is halted by a raise of his hand.
“Once we broadcast to the nation that your brother is no longer a crown prince and your sister is disinherited you will become the heir to the throne. That will happen whether or not your father is still alive.”
“I hadn’t thought about that. What do I do about Rei?”
“Play along. The poor child will be doing this because her father has asked. Don’t put her at risk. Do you think Bea might understand that you are helping keep Rei from harm?”
“Maybe, she’s not callous.”
“Then let Rei kiss you a bit and hold your hand. She probably doesn’t want to any more than you want her to. She’s been told to marry you because you will be king.” He touches my arm. “Breathe away any anger because the old bastard is standing there waiting for us. We’d better go.”
I am still just not well so I am going to have to give in this week. There are a couple of sentences I can't get to make sense which I know will be easier when I am less in pain and less medicated. Thank you for your patience. My blog began on a whim - this year has been amazing but next year I know there are certain times I need to be more organised and do several week ahead.
Apparently working in the infirmary isn’t enough for Master Kai. He’s sent me academic work. Whilst we are quarantined to the infirmary, Infirmier Kim is letting Shun and I use his small office as a bedroom. He’s knelt at his table with a cup of sweet smelling ginger tea and a small bowl of rice. I don’t know how he survives on his meagre rations. With dried flowers and bits of driftwood he’s made the sparse sandstone space homely.
Peat and driftwood crackle in the grate.
“Try this.” Infirmier Kim takes my paper off me, reads it and then in the most beautiful handwriting he writes a note under the person practising yang-qi before sliding it across the table to me. “Trust me, Angus if you can learn it it will add to your life.” He hands it back to me and waves his hand over the paper. “I’ll help you when I can but there’s another wave of refugees on the way. The brethren are making emergency shelters so we can house them on the island.” He sighs. “Covesea Island was once my home. Your sister’s actions are destroying it and its people. You must be experiencing similar emotions?”
The note reads: Concentrate on your strengths and your intelligence as you work. Bring your talents to the study. And Don’t Ruin my Table with Your Pen!!!!
I sketch one of the yang-qi fighting moves and write an equation underneath it. I’ve been fascinated by the way energy is used in the display fights.
As their prince, I should not wish harm on my father’s people, but each wave gives me longer incarcerated in the infirmary with Infirmier Kim and Shun. They’ve been charged with educating me in the ways of the order and it’s a world away from the classrooms of the novices. I’ve been allowed to ask questions, I’ve been treated as intelligent and I’ve remained unbeaten for several weeks. “Umm Infirmier?”
“Uhuh?” He blows over his hot tea and takes a sip.
“Would you like me to read over the data we collected? I’m not being well...” Big headed are the words I’m looking for. I’m a child and the order has made it clear that’s how they see me.
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re an intelligent young man and it’s possible you will see what I am constantly missing. I had kelp pox myself as a child. I’ve managed to go weeks without catching whatever this is, as have you. Did you?”
I shrug. “The palace housekeeper is the only one who might know.” Bessie was the closest thing I had to a mother but when I turned ten she was taken from me as our relationship was deemed inappropriate by my grandfather. “I didn’t have it recently. Do we know if they’re all from the place?”
“We know all the boats came from Noah’s Landing. But the sickest people are unable to tell us if they’re from the town. A lot are unconfirmed and have no identity and without going there we can’t know if it’s environmental. We now know it’s not airborne.” He places his finger over his lips and stands. With the same finger he used to indicate silence, he taps the side of his head. The brethren can communicate without speaking. I know it’s a superior when he kneels on the ground and touches his head to the stone. “Angus, you have a visitor.”
The door opens and anger drives me from my kneeling position. It catches me unaware as I grab my brother by neck is robe and propel smack into the back wall of the office. “You...” My fist raises.
“Go on then.” His expression is resigned. It saps the anger out of me.
“By the Universal Father.” I drop Soc and ram my hand in my armpit. It’s burning and my eyes are watering.
“Novice Angus, that behaviour is not acceptable in my presence.” The Father-Abbot swirls into the room. He tucks his pink mobile phone into the pocket of his robe. “Actually, it’s not acceptable when not in my presence. Kim, leave him...”
Infirmier Kim gets down on the ground with a small brown jar in his hands.
“Father, I don’t for one moment think you can condemn Angus for having sibling issues.” Soc steps forward and takes the pot of cream from Infirmier Kim. “Give me your hand, Squirt.”
I glare at him and tighten my armpit. “You… I thought you were dead.”
“It was safer for both of us.” He pulls my hands out and rubs in the minty soothing cream into the blister forming on my palm. His eyes look right into mine and the pain in them hooks my heart and yanks at I. “I’m sorry. I would never have left you if I didn’t think it was the best way to keep you safe.”
“As pleasant as all this is, Socrates, we have a lot to discuss with your brother and I suggest we kneel at the table. Infirmier Kim, you may make us tea and then get back to work.”
I glare at the Father-Abbot with my hands returned to my armpit. “I want him to stay. And I’ll make the tea. Infirmier Kim, sit down.”
I’ve put him in a difficult position and he looks from the abbot to Soc to me. “Your Highness, I must do as the father has commanded.” He goes to the corner and places his kettle on the fire.
Soc touches my shoulder and nods. “I won’t let anyone harm you, kid.”
“You should see the mess he...” I point at the abbot. “Has made of my back. It rivals our grandfather’s handiwork.”
“I’m sorry, Angus I really am.” He doesn’t say anything to the Father-Abbot though.
We all kneel at the table. I make sure I am as far away from the Father-Abbot as I can be. Infirmier Kim places the pot of strong ginger tea down on the table with three bowls of rice and a bowl of round orange fruit with furry skin– they look nothing like we get on Covesea Island. He bows to us all and gives me an apologetic look before he leaves the room.
“Thank you, Infirmier.” I smile at Infirmier Kim.
He manages a nervous nod back.
The Father-Abbot reaches over and takes a piece of fruit. “Socrates, serve us and remember your reduced circumstances..” He peels the fruit with a knife he’s produced from the pockets in his robe.
“Your Holiness.” Soc stands up with the teapot in his hand and pours a cup for the Father-Abbot, then mine and finally his own before retuning to his kneeling position. He deflates in front of me. “May I tell him myself, Sir?”
Father-Abbot ignores him and slices the fruit, eating each one from the end of the knife. “Your brother is to abdicate the throne.”
“He can’t abdicate a throne doesn’t hold.” I’m not believing that Dad is dead until I’ve seen a body. “Unless you can show me my father’s body...”
“Angus.” Soc keeps his eyes lowered. His voice is quiet “Dad can’t have survived.”
I sniff and ignore him. There’s a chance. Until there’s a body I don’t know and I refused to be as sure as everyone else.
“Socrates, you do not have permission to speak. You no longer have that status. You must wait to be asked.”
Underneath the table my hands form a fist in spite of the pain from whatever he did to me this time and I tuck them under my arse to prevent me from using them. I can feel the nasty bastard itching around inside my mind. I know he can hear my thoughts so I swear at him as much as I can. He knows I hate him but it’s his own fault for invading my thoughts like this.
“Until your father makes an appearance you are a regent and act in his stead.”
“No. No. No. I swallow. “In which case, Soc, you have my permission to speak because I want to know what on Litae is going on. And this...” I bite back the expression I really would like to use. “Well I don’t have the ability to scratch about in his brain so I don’t know if I can trust him. I don’t trust anyone who needs to invade privacy like he does.”
He raises his head and gives me a weak smile. “Thanks, Squirt.”
“Socrates, his name is not Squirt. Remember your place.” His face is going red and his Adam’s apple wobbles.
“Until I abdicate my crown my circumstances as regent to the King of Covesea Island make me your equal, Father.”
I wave my hand. “Whilst I’m not fond of Squirt, I’m even less fond of your highness or all the other pointless titles my birth blessed me with. Soc, why?”
“Because… because we need to get rid of Evie.”
“And then if and only if Dad’s dead we put you on throne.” There’s no way they are making me king.
He shakes his head. “We have an ace up our sleeve. A DNA test…” From the pocket of his robe he takes out a series of papers. “Dad did them when Grandfather died.”
There are four. Dad, Soc, our sister and me. I lay them out and look at them. I’ve done some science and I go through them. “Soc?” The results don’t make sense. My brow furrows till it hurts and I try squinting my eyes but still nothing makes sense.
He nods. “I’m not dad’s and neither is Evelyn. Because we’re twins I can’t expose her without exposing myself.” His hand shakes as he taps on mine. “This shows you’re his son. It didn’t matter to him. He said I was never to tell anyone. What we don’t know is how to tell everyone still in Covesea Island that you are the legitimate heir. We hope it will give the revolution some strength.”
“You’re not my brother?”
“Yes I’m still your brother. We’re half brothers. Dad didn’t care why should you.”
“Because… I don’t want it.” I push the papers back to him. “Dad’s not dead, and I don’t want to take the throne from you. I want you to stay the crown prince. And you’re still my brother without any halves involved.”
“Angus… look… we just need everyone still on the island to know this. You need to be the crown prince – they need hope and a figurehead.”
I’m not ready to concede defeat and become king but there’s a wisdom in people knowing that our sister has no right to the throne. “I’m not ready to a be a figurehead.”
“I’m inclined to believe him.” Father-Abbot smiles at me. “He’s a terrible student of yang-qi. He is rude, constantly fighting and… well the other novices don’t like him. Perhaps it would be better if I became the figurehead.”
At that I take back the pages. “I’ll do it. Does Covesea International News still function?” I make it clear I am addressing Soc. I don’t want the Father-Abbot involved in this.
“Yes but it’s in Evie’s pocket. There’s no way...”
The Father-Abbot’s attitude has me on edge and I shout without meaning it, “I’m not planning on asking them, Socrates. By the universal father don’t treat me like an idiot as well.” I pick up my pen and on the pad I’ve been working out the yang-qi trajectories and energy ratios I write a list. “I need these things. Is Nate with you?”
Soc nods. “He’s outside teaching the novice’s how to fight with sticks.”
“Give him this. I need my copper back and then I need him to help me get into the university computer labs.”
The Father-Abbot moves and looks uneasy for the first time. “Young man, you have to be kept safe. You have no heir.”
I stand up. “If we don’t get rid of my sister then there will be no crown, no throne, no country to for my heirs to inherit. Unless either of you think you can hack into the Covesea International News?”
A mask covers my mouth and nose, Long white sleeve protectors keep the sleeves of my robe out of the water.
Over the past three days I’ve worked twelve hour shifts. I scrub at the sheets and curse the lack of mechanisation in the order. I've never actually seen a washing machine but I remember Bessie talking about one. As I scour the linen with soap, I work out plans to design one. We could maybe harness wave power for electricity. The stench in the sluice is almost unbearable even with the mask on it. I’m starting to get used to the smell. My hands are red, sore and cracked. The pain is becoming a hum to my life rather than the agony it was yesterday. I promised father’s people I would work and fight for them. Each day bring more boats with horror stories of what is happening on the island under my sister's regime.
“Angus.” Matt comes in. “We need help there’s been three more deaths. Need to get them down to the mortuary before the next boat load arrives."
“Shit.” I dry my hands off and follow him out, and back to the ward. Since the refugees have arrived, death has become a regular feature of my life. Dead bodies are not something I'm used to but I've learned to accept them and I now touch them without fear.
Cough. Cough. Cough. The cacophony of hacking coughs is constant and the smell is like the one in the alley with Ursula but in high definition.
We stop by one of the beds. Infirmier Kim is covering the face of a healthy, strong young man. He is about my age, maybe a little older. “That’s the worst of this disease it seems to be hitting the young, fit and healthy harder than the others. The elderly are recovering better.” He looks up and down the ward. “It has me wondering if its something we’ve seen before. Although, I’ve never seen anything like it. I wonder if the older members have been exposed. Novice, they’ll all talk to you because they see you ask king.”
“I’m not king.”
He holds up his hand. “Novice, unless you want to see more of this...” he indicates the body “…well you’ll be whatever these people need you to be.” The usually kindly Infirmier adopts a stern tone. “I don’t want this to continue. I want you to take a pen and paper, take notes and find out about illnesses the older members had as children and how old they are.”
“Sir.” The last thing I want is to alienate either Infirmier Kim or Shun. They make my life here bearable. “May I remove my mask? They are bound to speak more freely if I do?”
“No, young man. We need you alive. Now...” He nods. “And in exchange I’ll help Matt clean and take the bodies downstairs. Do we have a deal?”
"Sir.” It doesn't feel like I have a choice.
I go to the desk at the end of the ward and get the pen and paper. Every bed has an occupant. A woman sitting up in bed looks more able to speak than the others, so I approach her and stand at the foot of her bed. She doesn’t have the most welcoming expression on her face. “Well if it isn’t our very own Royal Oaf. Comes to something when an entire country is relying on a brat with an attitude.”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry everyone is stuck with me.” My face is crumbling without my permission. The months spent here only crying in bed at night are taking their toll and I squeeze my eyes until they stop stinging. “I don’t want my dad and brother to be dead either.” I straighten my back and smile at her. Dad would want me to do my duty and I’m going to do what he would want. “Infirmier Kim wants me to talk to you about your childhood. Any illness you might have.” I sit down in the chair next to her. “May I have your name?”
“Millicent Bowchamps.” She smiles a little. “Silly name I know. At school they called me Silly Milly.”
I touch her very still and clammy hand. “If anyone knows how a nickname can hurt, it’s me. Where are you from?”
“A place called Noah’s Landing. It’s a pretty town except for the harbour.” She yanks her face around like one of the gargoyles on the old buildings in Seatown. “It’s where they bring in the kelp and it’s all industrialised. Stank nearly as bad as this place.”
I write down the information as I don’t really know what will be useful. “Infirmier wants to know if you had any major illnesses as a child?”
“Oh goodness no. I was as fit as a fiddle. All that air, seafood and we swam in the sea almost every day not matter what the weather I had a couple of colds but nothing serious. Not even the kelp pox.”
“Did anyone else have the kelp pox?”
“Some kids did. They were off school with it.” She stared into the ether as she tried to recall the information she needed. “I was about eight so it was about sixty years ago. I can’t remember exactly when, I’m sorry.”
“Is everyone here from Noah’s Landing?”
She shrugs a little. “I’ve no idea. In later years people have been moving and building lots of houses. We don’t all know each other these days.”
"Is there anyone else here from Noah's Landing?"
"That nasty old octopus over there." She whispers. "He's one of those men who can't keep his hands to himself."
The man she points at is comatose and unable to supply me with answers. I chew the inside my mouth and think. "Can you remember if he ever had kelp pox?"
"Oh yes. His mother held a kelp pox party so we could all go and catch it, My mother said that was ridiculous and kept me away. She said nobody should make their child seriously ill."
"Why would anyone..."
"It was believed that if a child had it young they wouldn't get really sick with it later." She shrugs. "No idea if that's true or not."
With my knees tucked up so I can hug them, I sit on the cliff and gaze out to sea. It’s so calm today. So calm I wonder if I can swim home. I’m not supposed to be here, but the bullying has become unbearable so I slipped out of the Order of the Sea. The volcano in my chest wants to blow and beat them all to a pulp. What I want to do is blow the whole Order of the Sea off this damn bloody awful rock. The gentle sound of the sea does nothing to relax me.
Gorse squeals and flies off my shoulder, probably in search of food. The diet the brethren give us doesn’t satisfy his needs, and he’s learning to hunt or mice and rats. I’m always hungry and wish I could do the same.
“Hey, Angus.” Rei, the father-abbot’s daughter, stands over me. She smiles and plays with her hair. “Can I join you?”
“Sure.” It’s not like I can say no to his daughter. Although, I’m pretty sure she’s flirting with me. I’m not sure. I’ve told her I have a girlfriend and I’ve had the same girlfriend since I was about four, but she still won’t leave me alone.
She sits down next to me and coughs. “How are you, Angus?”
“I’d be better if I was back home in the palace in my real life. But I’m alive and that’s a start – right?”
And she responds with a simpering laugh. Why me? Universal Father? Please. She has plenty of other boys to choose from and I’m the only one who isn’t interested. It’s not that she isn’t beautiful, but I’m terrified of Beatrice’s reaction if she ever finds out. And she will find out because Beatrice finds out everything.
“How are you?”
“I am well.”
An awkward silence ensues. I wish she’d leave me alone. I’d wanted time to think but with her here all I can think is how to get rid of her. A dot in the distance. A lot of dots. I stand up and shield my eyes from the sun.
“Rei...” I point. “What’s that?”
Remaining on the ground, she shrugs.
“Boats. Lots of them….” I shout. “Rei, go tell the brethren. We don’t know if they’re going to attack.”
She simpers and stands up. She is so not my type. Not only would I not need to tell Beatrice what to do, she’d be ordering me around. “Go!” To emphasise it I point down the paths.
And thank the Universal Father for that, she obeys me and runs back towards the huge stone walls of The Order. I go down the path. I’m not sure why. Part of me hopes to be able to steal a boat and go home, part of me would like to be a hero and save the day and part of me, the bigger part of me, thinks these people need my help. They’re too small to be warships like the one that fired on me or took Soc and Nate. I sneak down the path to the pebble beach and hide behind a big rock.
The first boat arrives, and a man leaps off into the shallow water. He looks around. “We’re here. Get them off.”
When I see them unloading stretchers and helping sick people down off the boat, I dash to help. I strip off my robe, kick off my boots and run in in just my shorts. It feels great to be bare footed again. The temperature of the water barely registers as freezing as I focus on them.
“Hey, not Prince Angus.”
A second boat, a smaller fishing boat in bad shape arrives and my little blackmailer from Seatown stands on the prow. He’s got his leg up on the rail and is looking out with his hand shielding his eyes. “Hey.” He waves a like a loon. “Come help with my gran.” I stand beneath the boat. They winch down a stretcher and I take one end. Another lad about my age takes the other.
A lady, extreme in old age, lies on the stretcher. Her front is covered with green, foul smelling phlegm. It recalls the alley with Ursula. “What’s wrong with her?”
The man says, “No idea. Many are sick. We escaped the island. Are you really Prince Angus?”
I ignore him and we wade through the water in silence. Others getting off the boat have coughing fits as they wade to the shore. That same hacking cough that Ursula had. I search the faces, but I don’t see her.
We lay her on the beach. I look up the cliffs and see a line of brethren on their way. “Yes. I’m Prince Angus.” It feels good to say it. To be myself and not Novice Angus, bottom of the heap.
“Oh by the Universal Father, please don’t bow. We’ve got work to do. What’s your name?”
“Matt. Matt Godwin.” His legs are trying not to bow. He smiles. “If you’re alive there is hope. Your Majesty, please.”
“Call me Angus. Stop calling me that. My dad’s alive. My brother’s alive.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t know? They’re both missing.”
“Missing doesn’t mean dead.” I turn away so he can’t see my misery. “Please, let’s get the sick to safety.”
There’s a screech and Gorse reappears. He’s checking the people that are wading to beach. One by one. Like me he he’s searching for Ursula.
Infirmier Kim and Shun arrive on the beach. Infirmier Kim kneels next to the woman. He takes a scarf from his pocket and ties it round his head. “We need to quarantine them, Shun. Get Angus up to the infirmary and showered. He can work with me until I say otherwise. Everyone else in masks and gloves. I don’t want any other novices or masters down here.”
“Infirmier? If I have been exposed could I not to continue to work here? There’s many more to come.” My voice drops and I look down at the pebbles beneath my feet. “They’re… well my father would if he was here. Treat me as their prince and not your novice.”
Shun takes a scarf from his pocket and goes behind me and ties it round my nose and mouth. “We will get gloves and a proper mask brought down for yourself and Infirmier.” He reaches down and pulls up his robe from the bottom, stripping it off. He kicks off his boot. “Come on.” He takes off over the beach.
A ball of paper hits the back of my neck. I ignore them. I continue to copy the nonsense from the blackboard. All round me pens scratch. Not modern roller-balls, oh no, the Order of the Sea provides us with quill and ink. Fortunately, my royal princely training involved writing with one. I rub my thumb and forefinger together as the ink dries on my skin.
Master Kim is teaching us about yang-qi a meditative practice which he claims we can use to tap into the planet’s energies and become adept at using something he calls moha. I’d call it magic or perhaps even, for the first time ever, use my grandfather’s term: mumbo jumbo. However, if I don’t work and pretend to understand it I’ll be denied lunch. The breakfast was woeful and I’m already starving.
“Novice Angus, are you paying attention?”
Oh here we go. Master Kim’s method of ensuring discipline seems to be to pick on the new boy and beat him if he doesn’t understand what everyone else has been taught since they were toddlers. Think it pisses him off his threats don’t scare me into submission like they do the other novices.
“Zhan.” he yells.
With little grace, I manage to stand. The tiny desk doesn’t make it easier.
I’m tempted to say woof but decide to get my revenge in other ways. “Hux.” I’ve even had to learn ancient Islander which bears no resemblance to the modern language that we speak on Covesea Island. “Chu. Za.”
His face betrays his disappointment. There’s other things I’d rather spend my time learning but my brain is good and it can keep pace with Novice Nitwit ad Novice Dick.
“Yang?” He smiles.
I taunt him and pretend to think. His unpleasant thoughts are increasing his equally unpleasant smile.
“Nengy. Liu. Luong.” It’s my turn to smile as I know I have the damn ridiculous chants right. “Gu Yuying Qiangdu.” As I say the words I feel the strength and power of the falcon and sea eagle that I called upon. White wings marked with black hover in front of my eyes. I shake myself. The whole thing is nonsense.
Master Kim looks even less pleased than usual. He’s glaring at me. It’s not like he can report me to Father-Abbot for actually learning my lessons. And he’s learned that standing next to me just makes him look like a little cherry-red haired pixie.
One of the other novice’s has farted. Not that I blame him on the seaweed, rice and vegetable diet we’re on. It’s ripe. Smells worse than fermenting kelp. I keep my composure and stand like a prince. It’s what my father would want me to do.
The gong goes.
He’s been saved. He knows it and I know it. It’s my first real moment of satisfaction since I arrived at the Order of the Sea. I throw my books back in my desk and join the others as we file past him. I bow. “Thank you, Master Kim, for the enlightenment.” Load of shite you taught us. I smile at him.
He returns the obeisance. “Thank you, for your dedication as my student.”
I suspect he means that even less than I meant my thank you. We walk down the cloisters. Novice Dick and Novice Nitwitt nudge me and tread on my heels. I refuse to react.
“Novices, if I catch you doing that again I’ll thrash you senseless and petition the Father-Abbot to sack you. Bullying a fellow brethren is disgusting. Bullying your king is treason,” Shun yells from the courtyard. They disappear and he catches up to me. “Hey, Novice Angus. How’s it going?”
I match his long strides. “I can take care of myself. And I’m not the king. Stop calling me king.”
Shun shrugs. “I know you can take care of yourself, but I can do it without being beaten, well I’m less likely to be beaten.” He walks with me to the dining hall. “Take care, Novice Angus. I’ll see you later at recess.”
Yet again he’s called me king and made no apology for it. I’m not a king. My father is still alive and so is my brother. They have to be. I find my place against the wall. Before the novice’s can eat they must serve the brethren. I sniff. Yep it’s seaweed, vegetables and rice again. Delicious but we have it for every meal.
Today, at the top table The Father-Abbot and Shun are joined by a young woman. I’m a teenager in an institution full of men – she could be a badly scarred sea cow and I’d find her beautiful. Her boot polish black hair is streaked with cherry-red and her eyes sparkle like a polished aquamarine, they remind me of Lady Aya and my girlfriend. She gazes right at me and smiles. Oh by the universal father she has the most amazing dimples. My world vanishes and I only want to stare at her.
Novice Nitwitt nudges me in the ribs. “Put your tongue back in king-boy. She’s the Holy Father’s daughter. You stand no chance.”
Over the last three months I’ve moved from the relative comfort of the infirmary to living as a full time member of the Order of the Sea. The bed keeping me prisoner is uncomfortable and the food is delicious but simple and inadequate in portion. This cage is less gilded than the palace, but hard as life is I think of Ursula, and I know I don’t have the ability to look after myself.
A gong echoes through the monastery. The brethren of The Order of the Sea chant. Stupid o’clock – I hate this. It’s still dark. No mortal should be woken before the sun has risen. I roll off my sleeping pallet. Gorse growls a little and crawls into the space I’ve vacated. He goes straight back to sleep.
“Right now I wish I was a wolf-squirrel and not a mortal.”
His only response is a snore.
In a daze, I pull on my white robe. It’s supposed to be floor length but only comes to my calves. My attempts to wash, using the bowl provided in the corner of my room, are frustrated by a layer of ice over the top of the water. Even whacking it with my boot doesn’t work. I hate wearing the boots but the stone floors are too cold to go barefoot. Outside the cell, I join the brethren on their orderly march to the courtyard.
My stomach rumbles but before breakfast there is prayers, religious study and exercise. Wind bites through my thin robe. I've not been warm since I left the infirmary. Permanent ice hangs in the air biting at every bit of my body but snow doesn’t fall. Icicles hang from the arches and the early embers of the rising sun make them sparkle.
My master informs me that the constant freezing of the young is to build their character. Whilst my classmates accept it without question, I’m concerned my heart will stop if the temperature drops much further. Their family wanted them to come here, and for them it’s a great honour. I don’t have a choice. I’ve swapped a gilded cage for a less comfortable option made of ice and stone. We troop into the courtyard and take our designated places in line.
Behind the white-robed novitiates is a sea of blue and green robed older brethren. Scholars, undergraduates, graduates, workers, academics they all have different shades of robe. Among the bright cherry-red heads and the black-boot-polish haired brethren, my ginger is dull. I’m half-a-foot taller than most of them. I’m dressed like them, they call me Novice Angus, but I stick out like a proverbial thumb.
Up on the tower in the corner of the courtyard, stands The Holy Father, Father-Abbot Alexander Brown Kazuto, and behind him is Prior Shun with his head bowed. They are both dressed in dark green velvet robes, trimmed with fur. Clearly they don’t need toughening up or their character improving.
The Holy Father drips with so much bling that even Robbie Albatross, lead singer of the Skuas, would consider it vulgar. His rings and bracelets jingle when he raises his arms to the heavens. “Brethren. We call upon the Universal Father to bring light and energy into our lives and chase away the darkness of the night.”
All around me the others raise their fists and they chant, “May he also be with you, The Holiest of Fathers.”
As they speak the white, sparkling energy streams make their way out of the ground and out through the crystalline dome that encrusts our planet. Every morning at dawn they leave the planet and at dusk orange streams return. They light up the sky like a firework display.
I don’t join in. Sometimes they ignore me and other times I’m beaten for my transgressions. About the only thing my grandfather taught me was how to endure a beating. I’m not sucking up to a god or a priest I don’t believe in.
“That may be the Universal Father’s servants of the sea and work in harmony with the other elements to balance him.” He jangles and raises his eyes to the skies.
They respond with, “May you also be in harmony with the Universal Father and with your brethren, The Holiest of Fathers.”
“As we work to increase his glory may the Universal Father pour his glory upon us.” His voice gets louder.
“May you be glorified, The Holiest of Fathers.” All of them raise their fists again.
“Go about your daily business my brethren with the Universal Father in your heart and a will to better our order.”
They punch the air and this response has a fervour about it, “May Our Holy Father and Our Universal Father be exalted by our actions and watch over us.” They lower themselves to the ground and bow their heads forward.
This I do otherwise I feel like a prick stood there on my own. I’m an expert at obeisance as I had to practice it daily in front of my grandfather. It makes me cry, quietly or I’ll be punished, as I remember Soc. Soc and Dad did this bow with such elegance and perfection that they made the rest of the court look like clowns.
The brethren spend the time in silent prayer. For them it’s a moment to recharge and reconnect with their god, but for myself it’s time to worry about my dad and brother. There are elements of this life that remind me of living with my grandfather, but there is no Soc and no dad to protect me from the worst of it.
A gong sounds and in unison we rise to our feet. I’m cold, sore and stiff but we are required to stand at attention until the holy father has left. He goes back inside and Prior Shun steps forwards. “Brethren dismissed.”
We file out and the cloisters become less orderly as everyone goes about their day.
A shove. A foot catches my ankle at the same moment. A laugh goes up from the other novices. I’m flat on my face – again. The bastards.
Prior Shun appears from nowhere and everyone melts away. He offers me a hand. “Are you all right?”
I’m grazed physically, mentally and emotionally. I respond with a nod.
“Do you know who did this? I will punish them if you wish?”
I shake my head. “It’ll make things worse. Strange how the holy father is never around when I’m being attacked but he shows up with the whip when I fight back. He’s a...” I shake my fist as I search for an adjective strong and vile enough to describe the abbot of the Order of the Sea.
Shun places his hand on my shoulder. “Angus, don’t talk about him. He can hear everything you say. Many of them come from families who were persecuted by your grandfather. They see this as revenge.”
I pull away from his touch and hug myself tight, glaring at him. “And who do you think bore some of his most vicious acts of cruelty? Dad, Soc and me. That’s who.” I’m close to tears and I don’t want him to see that, so I turn away. “We couldn’t hide or escape.”
“I understand. Believe me I understand how difficult it is to be the son of the man in charge. There’s nobody to complain to and nowhere to go. The Holy Father expects more from me than any of the other brethren. I’m never good enough.”
When I first came out of the infirmary he continued to care for me in my cell. I’ve seen the scars on his back when he changed at night, but I’m not ready to trust any of the brethren, especially one who has such hatred for Nate. “I’d better get to class before I’m late again. I’d like to go a day unbeaten.” I attempt to brush away the damp and mud from the fall. It makes it worse and I march down the corridor to get away from him.
“Tell Master Kai I detained you and have dealt with the state of your robe,” Shun states.
His act of kindness causes the tears I’ve been holding back to fall, especially as he could have called me back for my disrespect. By the time I get to the nondescript wooden door of my classroom against the back wall of the cloisters, I’ve found my dignity and determination. When I enter, I will be King Lorenzo II’s son. I will be Prince Angus of Covesea Island, and bear whatever they throw at me.
“Novice Angus. Late again. Your robe is in a mess.” Master Kai stands on the dais behind his raised desk. His hand reaches towards his whip.
I bow my head to him as required. “Prior Shun detained me after the Aurora Call, Master Kai. He says to tell you he’ll be dealing with the state of my robe.” As I say that I look at Novice Rin who I am sure is the one that tripped me. He studies the book in front of him.
“Very well.” Master Kai sounds disappointed that he won’t be beating me today. “Take your seat.”
“Master Kai.” I bow again and comply with his command.
The class snigger as I make my way between the rows of wooden desks to my seat by the window. Master Kai does nothing to stop the bullying. I sit down with difficulty, because the desks are not made for someone of my size. The cold and grey, rough sea stretches to the horizon but I’m too miserable to appreciate it any more. From the desk, I take out the religious text we’re required to study at this time and pretend to read the crap.
The man shouts.
A large engine. A massive black boat.
Lots of shouts.
There is an explosion – a gunshot. Another gunshot.
Pain! In my shoulder.
I let go of the guardrail of Nate’s boat.
I bounce off a rock. It hurts.
Guns flash and bang. A full blown battle.
I can’t breath.
My eyes close and I pray to the universal father in whom I’ve never been allowed to believe in. Arms take hold of me.
The shooting stops. The engine is going away.
I’m lying on stones. Waves crash up the beach but they don’t reach me.
Pain! Pain! Pain! I'm wet, I'm cold and someone is screaming. It sounds like me.
Men with cherry red hair. Men with boot polish black hair. Men in green furred robes.
I'm in so much pain. Is this real? I’m a little dazed. The recent horrors in my life must be a dream.
A robed man picks cold slimy kelp off my face, he smiles at me. Others are manhandling the bottom half of my body.
The one that picked off the kelp kneels down beside me and nods. His face is full of freckles and his aquamarine eyes are kind. His voice is soft. “I'm Prior Shun. Try not to move. We'll take care of you.” He speaks in waves. When he touches my head an unnatural calm upsurges in my head and floods my body.
“I've immobilised his leg and sedated him, Prior.” A man with black hair bows to the prior.
“Infirmier. Is he ready to move?” Prior Shun asks.
“Yes. Ready men. 1… 2… 3…” the infirmier says.
Strong arms lift me onto a stretcher and pick it up.
Noises. People are busy round me. They're whispering.
My eyes are swollen and struggle to open. I detach my fur-lined tongue from the roof of my desiccated mouth. “Water?”
“It's good you are back with us, Child,” The infirmier leans over me. “You gave us cause to be greatly worried about you.” As he speaks he pours water from a pitcher on my bedside table, props me up and helps me drink. His movements are deft, efficient and confident.
The clearest, coldest, cleansing water eases my throat. “Where…” I can't decide which of the many question buzzing round my brain should take priority. Where am I? Is my dad alright? Where is my brother? Who on Litae are you, you black-headed freak? None of them get vocalised.
“Shh… questions can be answered later. Are you in need of sustenance?” He brandishes a syringe and lifts the bed covers to inject me in my thigh.
I shake my head. I'm too sick, too sore and too unsure of everything to want food. Although, if he was going to poison me I’d be dead by now and not lying in a hospital bed. I sink back into the wall of pillows.
The sedative takes effect.
“Infirmier Kim, you need rest. I'll watch over him.” It's the kind voice from the beach. Prior Shun he'd said his name was.
I'm not ready for a conversation so I don't open my eyes.
“When you're ready to talk I'm here, Child.”
Child? Seriously? The freckly face that looked at me on the beach can't be much older than me. Indignation forces my eyes open. “How did you know I was awake?”
“It's a gift. I’m older than I look.” Sat in the chair next to the bed, he taps his nose with his long spindly finger. “Feeling better?”
“Hurts and I'm hungry.”
“You've got two bullet wounds, a broken leg and a head wound – it’s bound to hurt. Do you know who you are?”
I nod. “Angus.”
“I'm Shun.” He stands up and opens a flask on my bedside table, releasing the most amazing smell into the air. “Do you know how you got to our beach?”
I shrug. “No.” There was Big Mac and Soc and Nate and the boat but that was a dream. People don't walk through the air. “I don’t think.”
Shun pours the contents of the flask into a bowl. He moves over to the bed and helps me sit up, fluffing up my cushions as though they are a face he is frustrated with. “Let's get you comfortable. Think you can feed yourself?”
I nod. Talking is still an effort. Not physically but there’s a lump of emotion in my throat and I'm afraid if I speak it'll… well it'll feel real and won't be a dream any more. The sandstone walls look so much like the palace, but the hospital cubicle is so alien.
“You're at The Order of the Sea. We've promised the Dark Earth Abbot that we will care for and protect you.” The tray he places in front of me is laid with a basic brown bowl with clear broth in it.
“My brother and my dad?”
“We only found you and a small boat.”
“This isn't real.” I use the pottery soup spoon to scoop up some of the soup. My mouth zings with vegetable. I’ve tasted nothing like it. Palace food was so cardboard-like and this is so real. It is forcing me to accept I’m conscious and actually in this place. I place the spoon down. “It can't be real...”
Shun sits on the bed, picks up the spoon, and uses it to offer me more broth. “Angus, it's very real and you need to eat.” He smells faintly of salty clean. I don't know how else to describe it.
I turn my head. “No. It can't be real. People can't walk on thin air.”
“Well they can but I can't show you right now. My powers don't work as well in enclosed spaces.” He holds the spoon closer to my mouth. Ifdrt smells so good.
My stomach rumbles.
He smiles and nods. “Take a mouthful.”
I let him feed me. There is the right amount of salt and a herb I don't recognise. When he offers me the spoon I take it off him. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” His pat on my plaster cast is affectionate. He stands up and takes a book off the seat of a comfortable armchair near the bed and sits down. “Would you like me to read to you? Do you like Hound of the Baskervilles?”
I shrug again. “Don't know. Fantasy’s my thing and I like the Earth series but I started Study in Scarlet and thought the Sherlock bloke was a bit of a prick.”
“This one's much better.”
“That's what Nate said.”
“Who is Nate?”
“Sir Nathaniel Smith, my tutor, he… he found my copy of… well once… he didn’t tell anyone though. And now he talks to me about the books. I just think it’s so clever the way all those old authors got together to write about the same place.” The soup is so good it doesn't take me long to finish it. “Grandfather would have had me executed if he’d known I’d been reading banned texts.”
“Yes I know him. Nate not your grandfather.” Shun’s face is a little less friendly as he puts the book down again and removes my tray. “I'll be back in a minute. You should get some sleep. We'll see if you can manage crutches this afternoon.”
He leaves me to stare at the ceiling and wonder where Soc and Nate have gone. Were they taken? I’m not sure how long I can pretend the last few days haven’t happened.
I’m wrapped up in a robe with thick wool blankets round me. There’s snow on the ground. Shun is pushing me in a wheelchair, through the cloisters. My foot is sticking out in front of me. After a disastrous attempt with crutches, Shun decided wheels were a better option, because if Shun hadn’t caught me I’d have ended up flat on my backside.
“I'm sorry about my attitude earlier,” his voice is quiet and calm and steady.
I'm still struggling to talk a great deal. I don't know if I my family is alive or if my home exists. Then there is this place and well I haven't made my mind up about it yet. The food's good but what about the rest well I don’t trust them. If I speak too much I may give them information they don’t need to know. Living in a palace with my grandfather taught me that discretion and keeping my own counsel.
“Nathaniel and I were both fostered by Big Mac. Do you know Big Mac?”
“I think so.” If I say yes I will be forced to admit I walked through the air.
“He trains the children of elemental abbots. Nathaniel and I shared a room. We didn't well… we don't share a sense of humour.” He does that speaking quickly thing people do when they're putting on a false front of cheerfulness. “But that should not result in me to speaking roughly to you. I will report myself to His Holiness for discipline.”
“Not on my account. I've got a brother – I get it. There are times I want to thump him, and I kind of like him.” I close my eyes and remember him telling me to stay on the boat. I’m not there now.
“His Holiness will know anyway.” Shun taps his temple. “He can hear everything we think.”
A night of blood, mayhem and magic thrust Prince Angus, the youngest son of the king, onto the throne of Covesea Island. He's never wanted to be king. Social media calls King Angus a clown. His subjects don't rate his ability to lead them in the trade negotiations with one of the planet's superpowers.