‘Samarkand II and Blegg are ready, Chaline is a few minutes away.’

‘Have you Viridian there?’

‘Yes.’

‘Ask it where the Maker went.’

There was a brief conversation, and then Aiden turned back from the console. ‘Viridian said it moved about two hundred kilometres directly east, then went down into a system of caves there. The Thuriot caverns, before the Thuriot mountains . . . Hold on, the sergeant just said there was an AGC circling at the edge of detection range just then.’

‘One thing at a time,’ said Cormac. ‘He knows what to do.’ He scratched at his head and stared at the wall for a moment. Then he said, ‘I want Pelter and this killer android off my back now. This is too critical. I think we’ll head east for about a hundred and fifty kilometres, and find a suitable place to put down again.’

‘Another trap?’ asked Thorn.

‘Perhaps. We’ll see.’

‘Chaline’s online now,’ said Aiden.

Cormac stood up, walked to the front of the carrier and took the seat next to him. Thorn looked at Mika questioningly. She shrugged and said, ‘If he doesn’t want to tell us, he won’t.’

Thorn said, ‘One minute he says the Maker isn’t a killer. The next minute he says he knows how to kill it. He’s an opaque chap at times.’

‘He knows what he is doing,’ said Cento.

‘I didn’t suggest otherwise.’

The three of them moved up front to listen.

‘Chaline,’ said Cormac. ‘Is the stage-two runcible through yet?’

‘It is, and it would have been set up in another ten hours if I wasn’t up here on this damned ship, and if there were no other interruptions.’

Cormac grinned. ‘I’m afraid there might be. Tell me, how long would it take for you to relocate the stage-one runcible?’

‘What? What the hell do you want—’

‘Take it as a metaphorical question for now.’

Chaline calmed down. ‘Depends where you want it. The biggest time-eater is laying the s-con cables.’

‘How about if you just use a microwave emitter?’

‘That would be quicker, I suppose. How far away would you want it?’

‘About five hundred kilometres away from all other installations.’

‘Why would you want to do that?’

‘Just answer the question, please.’

‘OK, about thirty hours, if all available staff are on it.’

‘Could the AI run it from the new installation?’

‘Of course I could,’ replied the voice of a bored aristocrat.

‘Right, Blegg, if we bring the Maker out after us through the stage-one runcible, having destroyed the buffers after our transmission, it would likely be killed.’

Blegg said, ‘Y’want Dragon to know this, of course. It should be kept informed . . .’

Cormac smiled and shook his head. How the hell had he known? ‘Of course,’ he said, ‘and it is our prerogative to do this. It must be punished for the deaths of those on Samarkand.’

‘I see. You have already encountered this Maker?’