What? Hetty whispers back. Marina remembers when he had quizzed her at Boa Vista. Carlinhos had asked her whether she had any surface experience. Wagner had asked her about her engineering specialism. She sees the dark intelligence here, and the sense of something lonely, feral, vulnerable. Wolf.
‘I caught a scent of something I recognised in one of the protein processors and tracked down the designer. She led me to the people who commissioned her. It was a one-shot disposable shell company but one of the owners was Jake Tenglong Sun. I went to talk to Jake Sun in Queen of the South. He knew I was coming. He tried to kill me. The Magdalena pack saved me.’
Magdalena pack? Hetty whispers to Beijaflor but Ariel has a question.
‘He knew you were coming?’
‘His words were “You’re far too predictable, Little Wolf. The August Ones saw you coming a week back.”’
‘Gods,’ Ariel says.
‘Ariel,’ Adriana says.
‘I’m a member of the Pavilion of the White Hare. I’m also a member of the Lunarian Society.’
‘Why was I not informed of this?’ Lucas says.
‘Because you’re not my keeper, Lucas,’ Ariel snaps. She vapes deep and long. ‘Vidhya Rao is also a member.’
‘From Whitacre Goddard,’ Lucas says.
‘E told me about an AI analytics system Taiyang designed for Whitacre Goddard. Three quantum mainframes, designed to make highly accurate predictions from detailed real-world modelling. E called it prophecy. Fu Xi, Shennong and the Yellow Emperor: the Three August Ones.’
‘The Suns are our allies,’ Adriana says.
‘With respect Mamãe,’ Lucas says, ‘the Suns are their own allies.’
‘Why would the Suns commission a device to try to kill my son?’ Adriana says.
‘To bring us to exactly where we are, Mamãe,’ Lucas says. ‘The edge of war with the Mackenzies.’
Lucas is awake the instant before Toquinho calls him. The present is an illusion. He had read that as a child. Human consciousness lags half a second behind every decision and experience. The finger moves unconsciously, the mind approves the action and imagines it initiates.
Helen de Braga, Toquinho says. Esperança Maria, her familiar, appears in the dark before him.
‘Lucas, your mother asked me to call you.’
It’s time then. Lucas feels no fear, no dread, no anxiety. He has prepared for this moment, rehearsed his emotions again and again.
‘Can you come to Boa Vista?’
‘I’m on my way.’
Helen De Braga meets Lucas on the tram platform. They kiss formally.
‘When did you find out?’
‘I called you as soon as Dr Macaraeg told me.’
Lucas has never had much regard for Dr Macaraeg. Hers is an unnecessary profession. Machines do medicine so much better; cleanly, impersonally.
‘Your mother’s condition has deteriorated.’ Dr Macaraeg says. Lucas turns the full chill of his stare on her and she flinches. Another thing the machines do better: truth.
‘Since when?’
‘Since before her birthday. Senhora Corta instructed us …’
‘Do you have ambitions, Dr Macaraeg?’
The doctor is taken aback. She flusters.
‘I’m not ashamed to say it, but yes, I have ambitions to further private consultancy.’
‘Good. Modesty is a vastly overrated attribute. I hope you’re able to achieve them. My mother must have told you about her condition. Yet you kept the full degree of it secret from me. How do you think I should respond to that?’
‘I am Senhora Corta’s private physician.’
‘Of course you are, yes. Is there any medical reason why I can’t see my mother?’
‘She is very weak. Her condition is—’
‘Very good then. Where is she?’
‘She’s in the surface observatory,’ Dr Macaraeg says and slips away from Lucas’s attention. Boa Vista’s staff have turned out under Nilson Nunes on the tailored lawns. Their questions Lucas Corta can’t answer, but he is a Corta, he is authority. He nods acknowledgement to each of them. Good faithful people. Next the madrinhas, a word for each.
‘How long does she really have?’ Lucas asks Helen de Braga.
‘Days at the most. Maybe only hours.’
Lucas leans a moment against the polished rock lintel of the elevator lobby.
‘I can’t blame her doctor for obeying her.’
‘She asked for you and you alone, Lucas,’ Helen de Braga says.
‘You!’ Lucas shouts. His eye has been caught by a movement of white: Irmã Loa blowing like paper between the pillars of the lobby. ‘Out of my house!’
‘I’m your mother’s spiritual adviser.’ Irmã Loa faces Lucas Corta.
‘You are a liar and a parasite.’
Helen de Braga touches Lucas’s arm.
‘She’s taken great comfort from the Sisterhood,’ Irmã Loa says.
‘I’ve called security. They’re not under any orders to be gentle.’
‘Mãe Odunlade warned me about your manners.’
Heitor Pereira and a smart security suit arrive. She flicks away the arresting hands.
‘I’m leaving.’
‘This woman is banned from Boa Vista,’ Lucas says.
‘We’re not your enemies, Lucas!’ Irmã Loa calls.
‘We’re not your project,’ Lucas calls back and, before Helen de Braga can ask what he means, steps into the elevator.
The Earth’s last quarter stands over the Sea of Fecundity. Adriana has arranged her seat to look full on it. Wheel tracks in the dust hint at discreet medical bots concealed in the walls. The only thing attending Adriana is a side table with a cup of coffee.
‘Lucas.’
‘Mamãe.’
‘Someone’s been up here recently,’ Adriana says. Her voice is light and weak, a husk of will and Lucas hears in it the truth that her disease is very much more advanced than he or even Dr Macaraeg suspects.
‘Wagner,’ Lucas says. ‘Security saw him.’
‘What was he doing?’
‘The same as you. Looking at the Earth.’
The lightest of smiles crosses Adriana’s profile.
‘I was too hard on that boy. I don’t understand a thing about him but I never tried. It’s just that he made me so angry. Not anything he did; just that he was. Just him being constantly said, You’re a fool, Adriana Corta. That was wrong. Try and bring him in to the family.’
‘Mamãe, he’s not—’
‘He is.’
‘Mamãe, the doctor told me—’
‘Yes, I’ve been keeping secrets again. And what would you have done? Rallied the family? Pulled in every Corta from every quarter? The last thing I see is all of you standing looking at me all big eyed and solemn? Hideous. Hideous.’
‘At least Rafa—’
‘No, Lucas.’ Adriana’s voice can still find the snap of command. ‘Hold my hand, for gods’ sakes.’
Lucas cups the thin kite of skin between his two hands and is shocked at its dry heat. This is a dying woman. Adriana closes her eyes.
‘Some final things. Helen de Braga will retire. She’s done enough for this family. And I want her away from us; safe. She’s not a player. I’m afraid for us, Lucas. This is a terrible time to be dying. I don’t know what will happen.’
‘I’ll take care of the company, Mamãe.’
‘You all will. That’s the way I’ve arranged it. Don’t break it, Lucas. I chose this, I chose this.’
Adriana clenches her fist inside Lucas’s hands and he releases it.
‘I’m afraid for you,’ Adriana says. ‘Here. A secret just for you. Only you, Lucas. You’ll know when you need it. In the early days, when it looked like the Mackenzies would wipe us out, Carlos commissioned a revenge weapon. He planted a trojan inside Crucible’s smelter control systems. It’s still there. It’s a clever piece of code; it hides, it adapts, it self-updates. It’s very simple and elegant. It will redirect Crucible’s smelter mirrors, turn them on to Crucible itself.’