“If I could, I would,” said China. “Unfortunately, he escaped in the confusion when Lord Vile and the Redhoods attacked. He’s back with Mevolent now, along with a dozen of our best fighters. It was not a good day for us.”
“Then get us in some other way, or give us a map and let us try it ourselves. What have you got to lose?”
“A perfectly good map,” China said. “How do you intend to get your hands on the Sceptre, if you do manage to sneak in? Have you any idea how many Redhoods patrol those halls? And what about Vengeous, and Lord Vile? And Mevolent himself?”
“We’ve faced Vengeous and Vile before,” said Skulduggery. “We’ll do OK. As for Mevolent, we’re going to hope that he’s sleeping. It’s not a perfect plan, but it’ll do.”
Valkyrie nodded. “It’s really not a perfect plan.”
“But you can’t use the Sceptre,” China said. “While Mevolent lives, it will only work in his hands.”
“Not once we bring it home with us. We can use it to save our world and, more importantly for you, Mevolent won’t have his most powerful weapon any more.”
China observed them for a long, drawn-out moment. Then she picked up her scalpel case. “I will arrange for a guide to escort you beyond the wall,” she said. “I assume time is of the essence?”
“When is it not?”
“Indeed,” she said. “Indeed. You’ll need this.” She held up the black disc that had been attached to the arm of the man she’d been working on. Skulduggery gestured, and it floated into his hand. “If you’re captured,” she continued, “I would appreciate it if you would kindly die before they interrogate you. This town is very important to the Resistance. We can’t afford to lose it.”
“We’ll do our best to go down fighting.”
“That’s all I ask. Wait here, and I’ll send someone to take you to your guide. Valkyrie, it was lovely seeing you again. Skulduggery...” She didn’t bother finishing the sentence, she just bowed to them both, and glided out of the door.
Valkyrie looked at the black disc. “What’s that?”
“It’s a pain regulator,” he said, fiddling around with the back of it. “It’s used to either subdue pain, or inflict it.” He slid a piece of the underside into his hand. It was a small, flat piece of slate with a symbol printed on it in white. He pocketed both.
A girl in her twenties came to take them to a nearby building. Her name was Harmony. She was pale and pretty, and had a scar that curled from the corner of her eye to the corner of her mouth. She held a torch as she led them down old stone steps.
“Our guide lives down here?” Valkyrie asked, a little dubious.
“His movements here are restricted,” Harmony told her. “He’s not what you might call trustworthy.”
Skulduggery said, “And yet you trust him to lead us into the Palace?”
“Oh, yes,” said Harmony. “Absolutely. It’s what he does after he’s led you in where things could get tricky. But you should be fine. Years ago, Mevolent issued an order that he be killed on sight, so I don’t think he’d try to betray you like he betrayed them.”
“He betrayed them?” said Valkyrie. Then, “Wait, he was on their side?”
“One of Mevolent’s top men, so he was. One of his Three Generals.” Harmony slammed her fist against the door and pushed it open without waiting for a reply. Inside, Nefarian Serpine lay on a bunk, naked but for a towel covering his privates. He scratched his beard as he looked up at them with glittering emerald eyes.
“Yeah?” he said. “What the hell do you want?”
Serpine sat up. His black hair was long and his beard was straggly. He wore a clunky metal glove on his right hand, and his ribs showed. “Are you at least going to give me a fighting chance?” he asked, easing himself off the bed. “This fancy glove they make me wear binds my magic, so it’ll have to be fisticuffs. You prepared for that, skeleton? Ready to finish this once and for all?”
“He isn’t here to kill you,” said Harmony. “We’re loaning you to him.”
“That doesn’t sound very sporting.”
“You know a secret way into the City,” Skulduggery said. “You’re going to take us in, as far as the Palace. Tonight. If you try anything sneaky, I’ll take great pleasure in killing you.”
Serpine smiled. “If I’m seen inside the City, there are many people who will take great pleasure in killing me. I think I’ll stay here, thank you very much.”
“This isn’t a request,” Harmony said. “Miss Sorrows has made her decision.”
“Well, she can unmake it,” Serpine replied, sneering slightly. “I’m not setting foot inside that wall, and if you had any sense, skeleton, you wouldn’t, either.”
Skulduggery looked at Harmony. “Could you excuse me for a moment? We’d like to talk with Nefarian alone.”
Harmony shrugged. “I’ll be outside,” she said, and closed the door behind her.
Skulduggery and Valkyrie looked at him, standing there.
“What do you think?” Skulduggery asked.
“He’s not very impressive,” Valkyrie said. “I don’t like the beard. And the towel doesn’t exactly cover a whole lot.”
“He’s fallen on hard times,” Skulduggery said. “He needs goals in his life. He needs a future to look forward to. Nefarian, we are here to offer you both of these things.” He took the pain regulator from his pocket. The air shifted and the disc shot from Skulduggery’s hand into Serpine’s belly. He grunted, frowned, tried to peel it away from his skin.
“Don’t bother,” Skulduggery said. “Only we can remove it, and we have no plans to do that until we get what we want.” He held the black slate in one hand. His thumb tapped it lightly and Serpine’s eyes bulged and he fell to his knees. His body shook. His muscles stood out, straining, like they wanted to burst free from his body. Valkyrie could tell that he wanted to scream but couldn’t.
Skulduggery deactivated the disc, and Serpine fell forward, gasping.
“The goal in your life that we are offering you,” Skulduggery said, “is the chance to rid yourself of that little device. The future you can look forward to is a future where you don’t have to suffer white-hot agony whenever we get bored. Two rather healthy aspirations, are they not?”
Serpine snapped his head up, glared at them. “I go free,” he said. “After I lead you in, after you take this thing off me, I go free.”
“You aren’t free now?”
“They say I am, but everywhere I go I have an armed escort. I’ve proved myself to Sorrows, I supplied her with names and locations and some of Mevolent’s best-kept secrets, and what do I get in return? A small bed in a cold room and my powers bound. If you get her to agree to set me free, I’ll take you.”
“She’ll never agree to that,” Skulduggery said. “She’s not going