LOGINShe does not get to Monday.
At ten past four on Sunday night the Vein goes wrong.
It is not a collapse. That is the first thing she understands, lying on the kitchen floor of her flat with the cold of the tiles coming through her shirt and Variable making a sound she has never heard him make. It is not the grey. Nothing has withdrawn.
Something has arrived.
The sixth frequency is running at an amplitude she has never felt, pushing at a channel calibrated for the version of her that existed in January, and the version of her that exists in March is eleven per cent down and cannot take it.
She gets to her phone.
Joon-Ho is there in nineteen minutes and Sebastien in twenty-two, and by then she is sitting up against a cupboard door and the amplitude has dropped to something survivable and her hands will not stop.
"Don't touch me for a minute," she says. "It's still open."
Joon-Ho sets his monitoring case down on the floor beside her and does not touch her. Sebastien stops in the doorway with visible effort and does not come further in.
"Amplitude," Joon-Ho says.
"High. It came up fast. Not hostile I'd know hostile, it isn't that." She presses the back of her head against the cupboard. "They were trying to send something and they overshot."
"Send what."
"I got about a third of it." She closes her eyes and reaches, carefully, the way you test a stair. "It's not language. It's a position. A location and a state, together, the way they do."
"Where."
She holds it, and turns it, and lets it resolve.
Then she opens her eyes.
"There's another one," she says.
Sebastien comes in from the doorway. "Another Djúpr?"
"Another conduit." She is already trying to stand. Joon-Ho puts a hand out and she takes it, which she would not have done in January. "That's what they were sending. They can feel a second channel opening and they've been trying to tell me for I don't know. Days. Weeks. Tonight they pushed hard enough to get through."
"That's impossible," Joon-Ho says. "The function is singular. Every record"
"Every record covers a period in which the compact was actively suppressing the bloodline." She is on her feet, holding the counter. "Croft's motion failed on Wednesday. But the review has published nothing yet, and the compact hasn't done anything differently, and something has still changed."
"Then what changed?"
Veira looks at him.
"I did," she says. "I've lost eleven per cent in five weeks. The Djúpr told me on the boat that the channel isn't designed to be held alone." She feels it, running under everything, old and enormous and no longer entirely hers. "It isn't waiting for the compact to fix this. It's shedding. The load is coming off me because I can't carry it, and it's going somewhere, and it has gone into a person."
"Where," Sebastien says.
She reaches again. It costs her; she feels it cost her.
"North," she says. "Not Iceland. Closer." She holds the position and lets it settle and the answer arrives with an awful domestic clarity. "Aberdeen."
"I don't think you do, actually, because you've been carrying the second half so hard you've forgotten I've been carrying the first." She pulls her coat round her. "I love you. Not the way you're asking. In the way where there are two of us in the world and there always will be, and if you ever needed me at three in the morning I'd be on a plane before you finished the sentence, and that isn't a consolation prize, Emre, it's the only relationship of its kind that has ever existed."He does not say anything for a while."That is considerably better than what I was braced for," he says."It's also true, which helps.""Is it Cole.""It's been Cole for about four years and I've been refusing to look at it because I was fairly sure I was dying." She picks up a stone and turns it over. "Which he knew, and never once raised, in four years."Emre laughs a real one, short and surprised."He's a better man than I am," he says."He's a better man than most people are. It's very irritating." She
She tells Nell on the deck as they come back into the fjord, because the boat is loud and the wind takes half of it and it is easier to say difficult things when the weather is doing some of the work."It's happened before," she says. "Three times. Same conversation. Somebody at the end of a channel apologising for closing it.""And it came back.""Every time. Not soon they were very clear about not soon, and their not-soon is not our not-soon." Veira watches the black cliffs go past. "But it's not an ending. I've been carrying it as an ending for a year."Nell is quiet for a while."Can I say something you won't like," she says."You will anyway.""You've been treating this whole thing like you're the last one. Since Aberdeen." Nell has her hands in her pockets and is not looking at her. "Every time you talk about the channel closing you say it like the door's shutting behind you. And there's nine of us and there's a school and there's an empty chair in Geneva that Zofia's going to s
It grieves her, which is different, and worse in a quieter way."Then I need to talk to them," she says. "Before it goes. Properly, not a report.""About what?""About what happens to a channel nobody can hold." She stands. "They've been in the Vein since before the compact. They waited seven hundred years for a conduit who could hear them. And in about a year there won't be one, and I'd like them to hear that from me rather than have it stop."Croft says, "You'll need a boat.""I'll need a boat," Veira agrees. "And I'd like Nell to come."Nell looks up sharply."You can't hear them," Veira says. "I know. But you're going to be doing this for sixty years after I stop and I'd rather you'd been in the room once."The Friðargeir is eleven years older and so is Brynja, who greets them at the Reykjavik dock with the expression of a woman who has been waiting five years to be asked again and would rather die than say so."You brought more people," she says."Six.""Last time it was seven."
The programme runs for four years.That is the sentence Veira will use afterwards, when people ask, and it is accurate and it conceals everything, because what four years actually consists of is Tuesdays.Nell takes a full share at seventeen and a second at nineteen and by twenty is carrying more than any of them, and it does not kill her, and by then Joon-Ho has eleven hundred days of monitoring data proving why: gradual, consensual, taught, and above all known the thing that killed the eleven in Utrecht was not the load but the fact that not one of them was ever told what they were holding.Aoife from Cork takes a share at twenty-two and immediately becomes insufferable about it.The girl from Kraków, whose name is Zofia and who did not speak for eleven days in her first month, takes hers at eighteen and then does something none of them anticipated, which is enrol in a medicine degree in Warsaw on the grounds that somebody is going to have to be able to treat this properly in thirty
The committee reports on the Friday and the Assembly convenes on the sixth of April, and Veira is not there.She watches it from the farmhouse on a link Sunnsdottir arranges through a procedural clause nobody has used since 1974, and Sebastien sits beside her for eleven hours and does not once say anything unless she asks him something.Croft opposes the conduit holding the seat. He does it in seven minutes and it is the best speech anybody makes all day and he loses the vote nine to four.Then Veira's written submission is read into the record by the convener, and Solvieg reads all of it, including the last paragraph, which several Elders have plainly not been shown in advance.I decline the seat. I ask the Assembly to create it and leave it vacant until a member of the restored bloodline is of age and willing to hold it. If that takes fifteen years, the vacancy is the accurate record of what was done, and I would ask the Assembly to look at it.There is a silence of about four secon
The committee reports on the Friday and the Assembly convenes on the sixth of April, and Veira is not there.She watches it from the farmhouse on a link Sunnsdottir arranges through a procedural clause nobody has used since 1974, and Sebastien sits beside her for eleven hours and does not once say anything unless she asks him something.Croft opposes the conduit holding the seat. He does it in seven minutes and it is the best speech anybody makes all day and he loses the vote nine to four.Then Veira's written submission is read into the record by the convener, and Solvieg reads all of it, including the last paragraph, which several Elders have plainly not been shown in advance.I decline the seat. I ask the Assembly to create it and leave it vacant until a member of the restored bloodline is of age and willing to hold it. If that takes fifteen years, the vacancy is the accurate record of what was done, and I would ask the Assembly to look at it.There is a silence of about four secon







