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Stephen Hunt - Rise of the Iron Moon

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From the author of The Court of the Air and The Kingdom Beyond the Waves comes a thrilling new adventure set in the same Victorian-style world. Perfect for fans of Philip Pullman and Susanna Clarke. Born into captivity as a product of the Royal Breeding House, friendless orphan Purity Drake suddenly finds herself on the run with a foreign vagrant after accidentally killing one of her guards. Her strange rescuer claims he is on the run himself from terrible forces who mean to enslave the Kingdom of Jackals as they conquered his own nation. Purity doubts his story, until reports begin to filter through from Jackals neighbours of the terrible Army of Shadows, marching across the continent and sweeping all before them. But theres more to Purity than meets the eye. As Jackals girds itself for war against an army of near-unkillable beasts serving an ancient evil with a terrible secret, it soon becomes clear that their only hope is a strange little royalist girl and the last, desperate plan of an escaped slave.

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THE RISE OF THE IRON MOON

S TEPHEN H UNT

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man - photo 1

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

Rabindranath Tagore

Contents

P urity Drake tried to struggle as the long needle of the syringe sank towards her arm, but the leather straps on the restraining table were binding her down too tight.

Try not to move, ordered the civil service surgeon operating the blood machine. We really do need to take a clean sample this time. He looked across at the official from the Royal Breeding House. She can talk, cant she?

Oh yes, said the breeder. Her family madness comes and goes, but when shes not fitting, shes actually quite well-spoken, for one of them.

Talk? Surely that was a hypothetical question right now. Purity wanted to swear and scream, but the restraining table was fitted with a rubber sphere that inserted itself in the prisoners mouth. After all, the civil services surgeons didnt want their deliberations on bloodwork and which pedigree lines to crossbreed to be interrupted by abuse. She thrashed and tried to yell as the needle sank into her arm with a flare of pain, the glass tube of the syringe slowly turning crimson. She had been feeling faint enough before, on short rations for waking up the guards with her nightmares and her cries and her rations really hadnt been that generous to start with.

Were under a lot of pressure to give this one a clean bill of health, said the breeder.

The Greenhall surgeon shrugged and tapped the transaction-engine drum rotating in the steam-driven blood machine. I can only give you back what the machine says. How you choose to act on that information is up to you.

Come on, pleaded the breeder. You know how thin on the ground we are for fertile females. Shes just turned sixteen, we cant afford to let

The surgeon tapped the vial of blood, making sure every last drop cleared into the siphon on his machine. I can see precisely how thin on the ground you are. This familys history of lunacy would never have been allowed to breed down another generation in the old days.

Beggars cant be choosers. Shes the last one of her house; we cant afford to let an entire royalist bloodline die out. Not now.

The surgeon absently rubbed Puritys black hair as if she was a cat. Ah yes. The invasion.

Ah yes. The invasion. Puritys eyes welled with tears at the memory of it; the carnage in the Jackelian capital and the charnel house that the Royal Breeding House had been turned into by the invading troops. The choice her mother had been forced to make by the foreign soldiers from Quatrshift, between Purity and her half-brother. Which of the royalist prisoners was to be allowed to survive. No choice at all, you always went with a fertile female; they were almost guaranteed to be forced to have children, to continue the family line. Purity tried to close the memory off. Her mother and brother being marched into the Gideons Collar, the chack-chack-chack of the Quatrshiftians notorious killing machine, each report a bolt through the neck.

Pity about her madness, then, sighed the surgeon. Shes pretty enough, all things considered. Very unusual to see eyes this pale and blue. Green used to be the most common colour for the royalists eyes, you know. A little piece of trivia. I collect them.

Behind them, the blood machine began to rattle as a tape spool printed out its results.

Is she fit to be taken to stud? asked the breeder.

Purity struggled at the terrible thought of it, trying to break her bonds. Let her still be sick, with whatever illness was stopping them from treating her like a prize mare in season, even the fever of the family madness that had gripped her so tightly.

The surgeon shook his head, confused. No, its another partial match for her. Less distinct than last time. Very odd. I cant even confirm her identity against her house records, let alone declare her clean for your use.

Your machine isnt working, spat the breeder.

It was working well enough for the dukes son I had in before, said the surgeon. And I wager itll be working fine enough for the children I have in tomorrow. He rubbed the wound on Puritys arm with a swab, a brief sting of alcohol. Whats going on in inside you, eh? Your precious royal blood. Well do it the hard way, then. Ill get her sample sent over to the department and theyll check her bloodwork for diseases and the like. We dont want the next prince to have six fingers, now do we?

The breeder snorted. Well need another massacre over here before the likes of her would be used to sire a prince. The royal family are mad enough already from inbreeding without throwing this one into the mix. No, any children we squeeze out of her will only be used to diversify the royal breeding pool around the edges. Hopefully well be able to screen the worst of the lunacy out of her children if we can find her a suitable stud.

Looking out through bars across the window, the surgeon folded the test results into his pockets. They were old-fashioned at the Royal Breeding House. No cursewalls laid by sorcerers. Just thirty feet of granite, the parapet patrolled by redcoats, their rifles slung over their shoulders and their shakos oiled against the rain.

The arm holding Puritys gag in place rose with a squeaking of metal, and the breeder unlocked her restraints. Thank the nice gentleman from Greenhall, then. It cant be pleasant for a gentleman such as he, coming all the way out here to the fortress to see the likes of you.

Purity rubbed her arm, pulling the featureless brown house-issue shawl back over her wound. Thank you, sir, for taking the time to test me.

It was a litany, really, like the oaths to parliament they made the royalist prisoners parrot in the brainwashing that passed for a school at the breeding house. The real farewell she invoked in her mind involved the needle on the machine and the surgeon from the civil services stinking Department of Blood loosing his footing. Purity tried not to scowl. Keep your face neutral, a mask. That was the way you got through each day. She watched the breeder ring the bell-pull for someone from her dormitory to come and take her away.

Wiggling her cold toes on the flagstones, Purity stared enviously at the plain brown shoes on the Greenhall mans feet. Even a mans shoes like these would do, any shoes. Something to keep out the chill of the Royal Breeding Houses stone floors.

Take her back to her hall, the breeder ordered the young girl who turned up at the door another royalist prisoner.

I missed the dinner call for the test, Purity complained.

Back to your dormitory, snapped the breeder.

We didnt get much, hissed the girl who had been sent to escort Purity, closing the door to the surgeons office. All of Dorm Sevens going hungry thanks to you.

Its the last day of short rations, pointed out Purity, but she could hear the paucity of the excuse even as it escaped her lips.

The dreams, the dreams of her madness. Purity had always suffered them, but they had grown so much more intense last month, as if the flaming firmament accompanying the brief passage of Ashbys Comet across their skies had set fire to her mind. Now the thousand-year comet had sped past for another millennia-long circuit of the heavens, but its mortal effects remained while she could get through most nights again without visions, without waking up the guards with her puking, there was still a gnawing raw emptiness in her gut.

Still, things could be worse. After the invaders from the Kingdom of Jackals eastern neighbour that most perfidious of nations, Quatrshift had broken into the breeding house and slaughtered half of the royalists a few years back, things had nudged a little to the better. The shortage of those of noble descent meant that parliaments stooges couldnt go as hard on the royalist prisoners as they once had. Why, when Purity had been ten, a punishment like short rations shorties would have meant going hungry for a month, not a week. There was a rumour that those held prisoner at the palace were even served watered-down beer for supper now, the iron in the drink good for warding off flu and fever. Purity didnt believe it, though. Perhaps shed bump into one of the royal family to ask the next time the palace grounds needed sweeping. Purity had known Queen Charlotte fairly well when the monarch had been a prisoner of the Royal Breeding House, though there was always the inverse snobbery of the house to contend with. While the rest of the kingdom loathed the imprisoned royal family with a passion in proportion to their inherited rank bottles for a baron, eggs for an earl rang the cry of the stall holders in palace square on stoning day the blueblood prisoners of the breeding house wore their ancient titles like badges of courage. Which was bad news for Purity Drake. Her ancestors had barely qualified as knighted squires when they had found themselves on the losing side of the ancient Jackelian civil war. Add to that the fact that Purity was a mongrel the mysterious identity of her father the result of an unplanned liaison forbidden by parliaments breeding programme and it wasnt much of an exaggeration to say that there were guards patrolling the breeding house with more status than her among the royalist prisoners.

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