Chapters (48)
- Prologue
- Part One: Trappings
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Part Two: Returns
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Part Three: Wine Land
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Anamnesis: The Perpetual Train
- Part Four: The Hainting
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Part Five: Retread
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Part Six: The Causus Race
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Part Seven: Stain
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Part Eight: The Remarking
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Part Nine: Sound and Light
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Part Ten: The Monument
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- RUNAGATE RAMPANT. LUNUARY 1806.
And then at last Judah comes down from the sudden hills and stands quiet like an idiot. At last he comes forward and now he stumbles. Judah goes to his knees. It is cold. What seasons have passed? Judah crawls forward and touches the rails.
It seems impossible that he can touch this metal, these iron sashes that wind around the weather and geography, that for all the blood and salt he spilled on them, the bones of all the men and women they press upon, are nothing, are a nothing, are made nothing by time and dust.
They are scavenged. Imperfect. Sections are gone. The tracks look out from the dirt and hide again. It has been a time since any train came this way.
Judah looks north along the cut. He remembers the carving of the roadbed. He is a long way north of the swamp.
When he goes back Judah will learn why the rails are still. How the money at last choked up in its sluices and died when the malfeasances grew so great that to ignore them would have shamed the state too far. That the money faltered when degraded news of the revolt, of the iron council, reached the railway’s backers. And how after panicked attempts to salvage the TRT through raised wages and a merciless expansion of Remaking the capital flight was so great that Transcontinental Railroad Trust was punctured, and the tracks became bones.
Soon, when he reaches the city again, Judah will learn that. For now he only smiles. He picks up his fallen pack, and as he stoops he strokes a rail as if it were a cat. He strokes it with affection, even with a melancholy.
He steps up and walks on over the dead rails. Around him the angles of the banks enclose him. He cannot see the wider land. This road tunnels his vision and leads him back to New Crobuzon. It has been waiting for him.
-New Crobuzon, he says, he whispers. It is the first time he has spoken for days. -New Crobuzon, I’ll always come back to you.
Not a lover’s promise, not a challenge, not resignation or pugnacity. Something of all of them.
He walks on. Helios of the iron council are in his pack. The truth, escape, a new life, a rolling democracy, Remade arcadia. -I’ll make you legend, he says and the birds listen, -and it will be true.
Judah walks on the iron road, back, to the city, back to the towers of New Crobuzon.
Part Four: The Hainting
Part Four: The Hainting
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Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
The crowd were chasing a maimed man. One of the soldiers or sailors from the Tesh War. They seemed to be on every street: they had welled up as if from under stones.