‘Then I know how to kill it. Just as it knew precisely how to kill us. Come on.’ As he walked back to the sky-bikes, Cormac pulled out his comunit. ‘Sergeant, put the carrier down at our camp. Get your men down, too, and form a perimeter again.’ He shut off the unit as the sergeant passed on his orders, then turned to Thorn. ‘Thorn, I want you to think about this. When we went down that shaft a monster attacked us, and we fired on it.’

‘Yes,’ said Thorn.

‘No, you see there’s the rub. It may have come charging towards us, and it may have seemed intent on attack, but it did not scrap Cento nor kill Gant until we fired on it.’

‘That’s hard,’ said Thorn.

‘That’s fact,’ said Cormac. ‘Maybe it intended to attack us—we don’t know. We do know, however, that it was an organic machine dying from the cold.’

Cormac gestured to the bikes, and Aiden and Cento mounted them. As Thorn took the pillion behind Aiden he asked, ‘What are you saying?’

‘I’m saying I’m going to get to the truth of all this. You see, we’ve only heard one side of the story, so I want the rest of it.’ He pulled his comunit as Cento took their bike into the sky. ‘Mika, meet us in the carrier, will you? I’ll be needing your input.’

‘You’ll be needing my input.’

Cormac grinned at the inferred question and turned the unit off. It could be a crippling fault, that inability to ask a direct question. He looked ahead and down, and saw the carrier landing. The diminutive figure of Mika was angrily striding across to it. The other sky-bikes were coming down in the forest around the encampment. When Cento landed, Cormac quickly hopped off and gestured to the other three.

‘Come with me.’

He headed for the carrier, glanced at Mika, who was waiting beside it, then pulled open the door and stuck his head inside.

‘Sergeant, if you and your man there could give us a moment?’

The sergeant and the turret gunner left the carrier with expressions of bewilderment on their faces.

‘What . . . what was that thing, sir?’ the sergeant asked.

‘A dragon,’ said Cormac, ‘a real live dragon.’ As soon as the others were inside, he closed the door on the sergeant’s bewilderment. He looked at Stanton, still secured in place, and then gestured for the others to sit. He paced across the floor between them, his forefinger tapping his chin and a thoughtful expression on his face.

‘Right . . . Aiden, I want a direct line of communication with Samarkand II. Set it up with Viridian. I want Blegg and Chaline on the other end, soonest.’

‘We should be able to set up the link with this carrier’s transceiver.’

‘Do it, then.’