and today I added the silver goo to that list.’He rubbed the bridge of his nose and then had to brush away the salt from his chips he’d deposited there.‘Sometimes I feel like he might just show up, that I might sit down on a park bench and there he’d be.And then there are times when I know he isn’t real.You can sort of feel something like him in the air, sometimes.’He was very aware of Joe’s arched eyebrow.‘You can.That’s a proper Sighted feeling.That seemed to be getting easier as summer came on, but now…’
‘When Ross got her Tarot cards read, she was promised “hope in summer”, wasn’t she, and “in autumn” too, just those sentences?And it had something to do with that card called “The Sacrifice of Tyburn Tree” which you all thought was about her dad—’
‘You remember all the details, don’t you?You’re such a fanboy of us lot.Just don’t go on the internet with this stuff.’
‘I’m saying, maybe good stuff is about to happen.Maybe you’ll find Brutus.’
Sefton sighed, had to look away from that smile.‘But it’s summer now, and it’s just this … burdened heat.’
‘Is there anything you can do to, you know, summon him or something?’
‘Nothing in any of the books I’ve found. He’s not in the books.If I can’t find him, I need to find … something.’Sefton suddenly felt the need to get rid of all this shit.‘Fuck it, I need a pint.And you’re not going to let me go on about the Hogwarts stuff any more tonight.Deal?’
‘No,’ said Joe, smiling at him.
* * *
As always, Lisa Ross was awake into the early hours.Hers was one of many lights still on in her Catford housing block.There were people who kept a light on at all hours, no matter what the bills were, as if that offered some protection against the shrieks of the urban foxes and the drunken yelling outside.She barely registered that stuff.She would get the three hours’ sleep she found necessary sometime around 3 a.m.
Tonight, like every night, she was about her secret work.She was sure that the others thought she was nobly sacrificing her spare time to make a database of the documents they’d found in the Docklands ruins.She had let them think that.It was safer.Quill had stars in his eyes about her, about her having saved his daughter.She was letting him and the rest of the team down so badly.
But she had no choice.After the ruins had been looted for so long, there hadn’t been much of interest left, so she wasn’t actually keeping the team from anything that could help them.She wasn’t telling them the whole truth either.The document she spent all her time on now was about her own needs.It had probably been spared the scavenging that had emptied that building because it was written in an indecipherable language in a hand that didn’t invite study.That obscurity had spoken to her of something being deliberately hidden.She had found something like the script on a visit to the British Library archives.It turned out that it had been noted on only one tomb in Iran, but the inscriptions on that tomb had been written in several other languages also.So there was, it had turned out, printed only in one issue of one archaeological journal, and still not available online, a working alphabet for the document she had before her.It hadn’t taken her long to translate the document, and thus understand what she was looking at.The document was a description of an object that had arrived in Britain in the last five years, just before the destruction of the Docklands site, in fact.Now she was looking on her laptop at a series of objects that might prove to be that thing.She had been doing this for the last week of long nights.She was on the fiftieth page of the third such catalogue site she had visited, and she was still absolutely certain, because she made herself stay awake and alert at every page load, that she hadn’t yet seen the object she was after.She was starting to wonder if the tomb in
‘When Ross got her Tarot cards read, she was promised “hope in summer”, wasn’t she, and “in autumn” too, just those sentences?And it had something to do with that card called “The Sacrifice of Tyburn Tree” which you all thought was about her dad—’
‘You remember all the details, don’t you?You’re such a fanboy of us lot.Just don’t go on the internet with this stuff.’
‘I’m saying, maybe good stuff is about to happen.Maybe you’ll find Brutus.’
Sefton sighed, had to look away from that smile.‘But it’s summer now, and it’s just this … burdened heat.’
‘Is there anything you can do to, you know, summon him or something?’
‘Nothing in any of the books I’ve found. He’s not in the books.If I can’t find him, I need to find … something.’Sefton suddenly felt the need to get rid of all this shit.‘Fuck it, I need a pint.And you’re not going to let me go on about the Hogwarts stuff any more tonight.Deal?’
‘No,’ said Joe, smiling at him.
* * *
As always, Lisa Ross was awake into the early hours.Hers was one of many lights still on in her Catford housing block.There were people who kept a light on at all hours, no matter what the bills were, as if that offered some protection against the shrieks of the urban foxes and the drunken yelling outside.She barely registered that stuff.She would get the three hours’ sleep she found necessary sometime around 3 a.m.
Tonight, like every night, she was about her secret work.She was sure that the others thought she was nobly sacrificing her spare time to make a database of the documents they’d found in the Docklands ruins.She had let them think that.It was safer.Quill had stars in his eyes about her, about her having saved his daughter.She was letting him and the rest of the team down so badly.
But she had no choice.After the ruins had been looted for so long, there hadn’t been much of interest left, so she wasn’t actually keeping the team from anything that could help them.She wasn’t telling them the whole truth either.The document she spent all her time on now was about her own needs.It had probably been spared the scavenging that had emptied that building because it was written in an indecipherable language in a hand that didn’t invite study.That obscurity had spoken to her of something being deliberately hidden.She had found something like the script on a visit to the British Library archives.It turned out that it had been noted on only one tomb in Iran, but the inscriptions on that tomb had been written in several other languages also.So there was, it had turned out, printed only in one issue of one archaeological journal, and still not available online, a working alphabet for the document she had before her.It hadn’t taken her long to translate the document, and thus understand what she was looking at.The document was a description of an object that had arrived in Britain in the last five years, just before the destruction of the Docklands site, in fact.Now she was looking on her laptop at a series of objects that might prove to be that thing.She had been doing this for the last week of long nights.She was on the fiftieth page of the third such catalogue site she had visited, and she was still absolutely certain, because she made herself stay awake and alert at every page load, that she hadn’t yet seen the object she was after.She was starting to wonder if the tomb in
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