Aztec Century by Christopher Evans Read Free Book Online Page A

feelings to one side and think about the consequences.’
    It was clear he didn’t like the sound of this. Even pitched so plainly, the argument was probably too subtle for him. Then something took his eye through the cockpit window.
    ‘Look!’ he said, brightening. ‘Buckingham Palace!’
    We were tracking westwards again, and the palace was directly below. At first glance it looked intact, but then I saw it was roofless, its walls blackened.
    ‘It was gutted during the fighting,’ Extepan remarked. Throughout my conversation with Richard, his eyes had been on me.
    ‘Do you plan to restore it so you can install Richard there?’
    His forbearing look seemed to say he was prepared to tolerate all my immoderation.
    ‘I know this is very difficult for you,’ he said. ‘Perhaps it would be easier if the decision were taken out of all our hands. We could let your people decide for themselves.’
    ‘And how would you propose to do that? By popular vote?’
    ‘Exactly. I think you call it in your country a referendum.’
    In the middle of the night I rose and unlocked the door which gave access to Bevan’s apartment. For several moments I hesitated. Then I turned the handle and crept in.
    Bevan’s apartment was in darkness, redolent of maleness and stale tobacco. His bedroom door was ajar.
    ‘That you, is it?’
    His voice startled me. I swallowed, said, ‘Yes.’
    He sat up blearily. By night our rooms were bathed in the soft radiance of the generators, and I could see he was wearing striped pyjamas.
    ‘This is an honour,’ he said, making it sound anything but.
    ‘Bevan, I need to talk to you.’
    He stretched luxuriously, stifling a yawn. ‘Righto.’
    He never made any compromises to my position, and I have to admit that on this occasion it annoyed me.
    ‘In private,’ I said quietly. ‘Where we can be sure no one else is listening. Perhaps you’d like to get dressed and meet me in the garden.’
    Without waiting for a reply, I returned to my own suite and donned boots and a lambskin coat. Much of my former wardrobe from our house in Marlborough had been transferred to the suite. The house itself was now apparently the headquarters of a local Aztec army division.
    I slipped out on to the balcony, choosing a seat in a sheltered corner of the garden screened by buddleia and frost-resistant bamboo. The still night air was filled with musky fragrances despite its coolness.
    At length Bevan appeared, a gaberdine buttoned up over his pyjamas. He perched himself on the arm of a bench opposite me and lit a Raleigh.
    ‘So what’s it all about, then?’
    I decided to match his bluntness. I took the disk from my pocket.
    ‘This.’
    Bevan eyed me over his cigarette. ‘Important, is it?’
    ‘Very. My husband gave it me for safe-keeping just before we were captured. Do you know what it is?’
    ‘Software.’
    ‘It’s more than that. My husband was working for the MoD before the invasion.’
    ‘Director of Informational Research.’
    This was public knowledge, but I was surprised he knew.
    ‘Do you think we could load it into the system here, get it working?’
    ‘What sort of program is it, then?’
    ‘I’m not sure. That’s what I need to find out.’
    I wasn’t prepared to tell him any more at this stage because I still didn’t know how far I could trust him. But I had to enlist his aid if I was to make use of the disk.
    ‘There’s a terminal in my living room. I thought we might be able to use it. If we’re careful.’
    ‘Might be possible,’ he conceded.
    ‘Would you give it a try? I’m hopeless with computers.’
    I couldn’t tell whether he looked contemplative or calculating. I often had the feeling he considered me tiresome or even an outright nuisance.
    ‘Alex told me the disk’s very important. It might be a weapon we can use against the Aztecs.’
    ‘Bring their empire tumbling down, will it?’
    Was he teasing me, as I had teased Alex? It was no longer a joking matter as far as I