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The Bartimaeus Trilogy, Book 3
by Jonathan Stroud
In mitigation, I must report that the lavatory in question had concrete walls
and a very thick iron roof, the cruel aura of which helped weaken my already
feeble limbs. And there were doubtless various pipes and cisterns and
desperately heavy taps inside, all adding to the total mass. But it was still a
pretty poor show for a djinni of my stature to be squashed by it. In fact, the
abject humiliation bothered me more than the crushing weight.
All around me the water from the snapped and broken pipework trickled away
mournfully into the gutters. Only my head projected free of one of the concrete
walls; my body was entirely trapped.
So much for the negatives. The good side was that I was unable to rejoin the
battle that was taking place up and down the suburban street.
It was a fairly low-key sort of battle, especially on the first plane. Nothing
much could be seen. The house lights were all out, the electric street lamps had
been tied in knots; the road was dark as an inkstone, a solid slab of black. A
few stars shone coldly overhead. Once or twice indistinct blue-green lights
appeared and faded, like explosions far off underwater.
Things hotted up on the second plane, where two rival flocks of birds could be
seen wheeling and swooping at each other, buffeting savagely with wings, beaks,
claws and tails. Such loutish behavior would have been reprehensible amongst
seagulls or other down-market fowl; the fact that these were eagles made it all
the more shocking.
On the higher planes the bird guises were discarded altogether, and the true
shapes of the fighting djinn came into focus.3 Seen from this perspective, the
night sky was veritably awash with rushing forms, contorted shapes, and sinister
activity.
Fair play was entirely disregarded. I saw one spiked knee go crunching into an
opponent's belly, sending him spinning away behind a chimney to recover.
Disgraceful! If I'd been up there I'd have had no truck with that.
But I wasn't up there. I'd been put out of action.
Now, if it had been an afrit or marid who'd done the damage, I could have lived
with it. But it wasn't. In fact my conqueror was none but a third-level djinni,
the kind I could normally roll up in my pocket and smoke after dinner.
I could still see her now from where I lay, her nimble feminine grace rather
undermined by her pig's head and the long rake she clutched in her trotters.
There she was, standing on a postbox, laying left and right with such brio that
the government forces, of which I was nominally a part, backed off and left her
well alone. She was a formidable customer, with experience in Japan if her
kimono was anything to go by. In truth, I'd been misled by her rustic appearance
and had ambled close without upping my Shields. Before I knew it, there was a
piercing oink, a blur of movement and -- whump! -- she'd left me pinned in the
road, too weary to break free.
Little by little, however, my side was gaining the upper hand. See! Here strode
Cormocodran, snapping off a lamppost and swinging it like a twig; there raced
Hodge, loosing off a volley of poison darts. The enemy dwindled and began to
adopt ever more fatalistic guises. I saw several large insects buzzing and
dodging, one or two wisps twisting frantically, a couple of rats heading for the
hills. Only the she-pig stubbornly maintained her original appearance. My
colleagues surged forward. One beetle went down in a corkscrew cloud of smoke; a
wisp was blown apart by a double Detonation. The enemy fled; even the pig
realized the game was up. She leaped gracefully onto a porch, somersaulted up
onto a roof, and vanished. The victorious djinn set off in hot pursuit.
It was quiet in the street. Water trickled past my ears. From topknot to toes,
my essence was one long ache. I gave a heartfelt sigh.
Excerpted from Ptolemy's Gate, copyright (c) 2005/6, Jonathan Stroud. Reproduced by permission of the publisher, Hyperion Books.
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