HO Chi Minh City in the summer. Sweltering by anyone's standards. Needless to say, Artemis Fowl1 would not have been willing to put up with such discomfort2 if something extremely important had not been at stake. Important to the plan.
Sun did not suit Artemis. He did not look well in it. Long hours indoors in front of the monitor had bleached3 the glow from his skin. He was white as a vampire4 and almost as testy5 in the light of day.
'I hope this isn't another wild-goose chase, Butler,' he said, his voice soft and clipped. 'Especially after Cairo.'
It was a gentle rebuke6. They had travelled to Egypt on the word of Butler's informant.
'No, sir. I'm certain this time. Nguyen is a good man.'
'Hmm,' droned Artemis, unconvinced. Passers-by would have been amazed to hear the large Eurasian refer to the boy as sir. This was, after all, the third millennium7. But this was no ordinary relationship, and these were no ordinary tourists.
They were sitting outside a kerbside cafe on Dong Khai Street, watching the local teenagers circle the square on mopeds.
Nguyen was late, and the pathetic patch of shade provided by the umbrella was doing little to improve Artemis's mood. But this was just his daily pessimism8. Beneath the sulk was a spark of hope. Could this trip actually yield results? Would they find the Book? It was too much to hope for.
A waiter scurried9 to their table.
'More tea, sirs?' he asked, head bobbing furiously.
Artemis sighed. 'Spare me the theatrics and sit down.'
The waiter turned instinctively10 to Butler, who was, after all, the adult.
'But, sir, I am the waiter.'
Artemis tapped the table for attention.
'You are wearing handmade loafers, a silk shirt and three gold signet rings. Your English has a tinge11 of Oxford12 about it and your nails have the soft sheen of the recently manicured. You are not a waiter. You are our contact, Nguyen Xuan, and you have adopted this pathetic disguise to discreetly13 check for weaponry.'
Nguyen's shoulders sagged14. 'It is true. Amazing.'
'Hardly. A ragged15 apron16 does not a waiter make.'
Nguyen sat, pouring some mint tea into a tiny china cup.
'Let me fill you in on the weapons status,' continued Artemis. 'I am unarmed. But Butler here, my ... ah ... butler, has a Sig Sauer in his shoulder holster, two shrike throwing knives in his boots, a derringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch and three stun17 grenades concealed18 in various pockets. Anything else, Butler?'
'The cosh, sir.'
'Oh yes. A good old ball-bearing cosh stuffed down his shirt.'
Nguyen brought the cup trembling to his lips.
'Don't be alarmed, Mister Xuan,' smiled Artemis. 'The weapons will not be used on you.'
Nguyen didn't seem reassured19.
'No,' continued Artemis. 'Butler could kill you a hundred different ways without the use of his armoury. Though I'm sure one would be quite sufficient.'
Nguyen was by now thoroughly20 spooked. Artemis generally had that effect on people. A pale adolescent speaking with the authority and vocabulary of a powerful adult. Nguyen had heard the name Fowl before - who hadn't in the international underworld? - but he'd assumed he'd be dealing21 with Artemis Senior, not this boy. Though the word 'boy' hardly seemed to do this gaunt individual justice. And the giant, Butler. It was obvious that he could snap a man's backbone22 like a twig23 with those mammoth24 hands. Nguyen was starting to think that no amount of money was worth another minute in this strange company.
'And now to business,' said Artemis, placing a micro recorder on the table. 'You answered our web advertisement.'
Nguyen nodded, suddenly praying his information was accurate.
'Yes, Mister ... Master Fowl. What you're looking for ... I know where it is.'
'Really? And am I supposed to take your word for this? You could be walking me straight into an ambush25. My family is not without enemies.'
Butler snatched a mosquito out of the air beside his employer's ear.
'No, no,' said Nguyen, reaching for his wallet. 'Here, look.'
Artemis studied the Polaroid. He willed his heart to maintain a calm beat. It seemed promising26, but anything could be faked these days with a PC and flatbed scanner. The picture showed a hand reaching from layered shadows. A mottled green hand.
'Hmm,' he murmured. 'Explain.'
'This woman. She is a healer, nearTu Do Street. She works in exchange for rice wine. All the time, drunk.'
Artemis nodded. It made sense. The drinking. One of the few consistent facts his research had unearthed27. He stood, smoothing the creases28 from his white polo shirt.
'Very well. Lead on, Mister Nguyen.'
Nguyen wiped the sweat from his stringy moustache.
'Information only. That was the agreement. I don't want any curses on my head.'
Butler expertly gripped the informant behind the neck.
'I'm sorry, Mister Nguyen, but the time when you had a choice in matters is long past.'
Butler steered29 the protesting Vietnamese to a rented four-wheel drive that was hardly necessary on the flat streets of Ho Chi Minh City, or Saigon as the locals still called it, but Artemis preferred to be as insulated from civilians30 as possible.
The jeep inched forward at a painfully slow rate, made all the more excruciating by the anticipation31 building in Artemis's chest. He could suppress it no longer. Could they at last be at the end of their quest? After six false alarms across three continents, could this wine-sodden healer be the gold at the end of the rainbow? Artemis almost chuckled32. Gold at the end of the rainbow. He'd made a joke. Now there's something that didn't happen every day.
The mopeds parted like fish in a giant shoal. There seemed to be no end to the crowds. Even the alleyways were full to bursting with vendors34 and hagglers. Cooks dropped fish heads into woks35 of hissing36 oil, and urchins37 threaded their way underfoot, searching for unguarded valuables. Others sat in the shade, wearing out their thumbs on Gameboys.
Nguyen was sweating right through his khaki top. It wasn't the humidity, he was used to that. It was this whole cursed situation. He should Ve known better than to mix magic and crime. He made a silent promise that if he got out of this, he would change his ways. No more answering shady Internet requests, and certainly no more consorting38 with the sons of European crime lords.
The jeep could go only so far. Eventually the side streets grew too narrow for the four-wheel drive. Artemis turned to Nguyen. 'It seems we must proceed on foot, Mister Nguyen. Run if you like, but expect a sharp and fatal pain between your shoulder blades.'
Nguyen glanced into Butler's eyes. They were a deep blue, almost black. There was no mercy in those eyes. 'Don't worry,' he said. 'I won't run.'
They climbed down from the vehicle. A thousand suspicious eyes followed their progress along the steaming alley33. An unfortunate pickpocket39 attempted to steal Butler's wallet. The manservant broke the man's fingers without looking down. They were given a wide berth40 after that.
The alley narrowed to a rutted lane. Sewage and drainpipes fed directly on to the muddy surface. Cripples and beggars huddled41 on rice-mat islands. Most of the residents of this lane had nothing to spare, with the exception of three.
'Well?' demanded Artemis. 'Where is she?'
Nguyen jabbed a finger towards a black triangle beneath a rusted42 fire escape.
'There. Under there. She never comes out. Even to buy rice spirits, she sends a runner. Now, can I go?'
Artemis didn't bother answering. Instead he picked his way across the puddled lane to the lee of the fire escape. He could discern furtive43 movements in the shadows.
'Butler, could you hand me the goggles44?'
Butler plucked a set of night-vision glasses from his belt and placed them in Artemis's outstretched hand. The focus motor buzzed to suit the light.
Artemis fixed45 the glasses to his face. Everything became radioactive green.Taking a deep breath, he turned his gaze to the squirming shadows. Something squatted46 on a raffia mat, shifting uneasily in the almost non-existent light. Artemis fine-tuned the focus. The figure was small, abnormally so, and wrapped in a filthy48 shawl. Empty spirit jugs49 were half-buried in the mud around her. One forearm poked50 from the material. It seemed green. But then, so did everything else.
'Madam,' he said, 'I have a proposition for you.'
The figure's head wobbled sleepily.
'Wine,' she rasped, her voice like nails on a school board. 'Wine, English.'
Artemis smiled. The gift of tongues, aversion to light. Check, check.
'Irish, actually. Now, about my proposition?'
The healer shook a bony finger craftily51. 'Wine first. Then talk.'
'Butler?'
The bodyguard52 reached into a pocket and drew out a half-pint53 of the finest Irish whiskey. Artemis took the bottle and held it teasingly beyond the shadows. He barely had time to remove his goggles when the claw-like hand darted54 from the gloom to snatch the whiskey. A mottled green hand. There was no doubt.
Artemis swallowed a triumphant55 grin.
'Pay our friend, Butler. In full. Remember, Mister Nguyen, this is between us. You don't want Butler to come back, do you?'
'No, no, Master Fowl. My lips are sealed.'
'They had better be. Or Butler will seal them permanently56.'
Nguyen skipped off down the alley, so relieved to be alive that he didn't even bother counting the sheaf of US currency. Most unlike him. In any event, it was all there. All twenty thousand dollars. Not bad for half an hour's work.
Artemis turned back to the healer.
'Now, madam, you have something that I want.'
The healer's tongue caught a drop of alcohol at the corner of her mouth.
'Yes, Irish. Sore head. Bad tooth. I heal.'
Artemis replaced the night-vision goggles and squatted to her level.
'I am perfectly57 healthy, madam, apart from a slight dust-mite allergy58, and I don't think even you can do anything about that. No. What I want from you is your Book.'
The hag froze. Bright eyes glinted from beneath the shawl.
'Book?' she said cautiously. 'I don't know about no book. I am healer. You want book, go to library.'
Artemis sighed with exaggerated patience. 'You are no healer. You are a sprite, p'shóg, fairy, ka-dalun. Whichever language you prefer to use. And I want your Book.'
For a long moment the creature said nothing, then she threw back the shawl from her forehead. In the green glow of the night-vision goggles, her features leaped at Artemis like a Hallowe'en mask. The fairy's nose was long and hooked under two slitted golden eyes. Her ears were pointed59, and the alcohol addiction60 had melted her skin like putty.
'If you know about the Book, human,' she said slowly, fighting the numbing61 effects of the whiskey, 'then you know about the magic I have in my fist. I can kill you with a snap of my fingers!'
Artemis shrugged62. 'I think not. Look at you. You are near dead. The rice wine has dulled your senses. Reduced to healing warts63. Pathetic. I am here to save you, in return for the Book.'
'What could a human want with our Book?'
'That is no concern of yours. All you need to know are your options.'
The sprite's pointed ears quivered. Options?
'One, you refuse to give us the Book and we go home, leaving you to rot in this sewer64.'
'Yes,' said the fairy. 'I choose this option.'
'Ah no. Don't be so eager. If we leave without the Book, you will be dead in a day.'
'A day! A day!'The healer laughed. 'I will outlive you by a century. Even fairies tethered to the human realm can survive the ages.'
'Not with half a pint of holy water inside them,' said Artemis, tapping the now empty whiskey bottle.
The fairy blanched65, then screamed, a high keening horrible sound.
'Holy water! You have murdered me, human.'
'True,' admitted Artemis. 'It should start to burn any minute now.'
The fairy poked her stomach tentatively. 'The second option?'
'Listening now, are we? Very well then. Option two. You give me the Book for thirty minutes only. Then I return your magic to you.'
The sprite's jaw66 dropped. 'Return my magic? Not possible.'
'Oh but it is. I have in my possession two ampoules.
One, a vial of spring water from the fairy well sixty metres below the ring of Tara - possibly the most magical place on earth. This will counteract67 the holy water.'
'And the other?'
'The other is a little shot of man-made magic. A virus that feeds on alcohol, mixed with a growth reagent. It will flush every drop of rice wine from your body, remove the dependence68 and even bolster69 your failing liver. It'll be messy, but after a day you'll be zipping around as though you were a thousand years old again.'
The sprite licked her lips. To be able to rejoin the People? Tempting70.
'How do I know to trust you, human? You have tricked me once already.'
'Good point. Here's the deal. I give you the water on faith. Then, after I've had a look at the Book, you get the booster. Take it or leave it.'
The fairy considered. The pain was already curling around her abdomen71. She thrust out her wrist.
'I take it.'
'I thought you might. Butler?'
The giant manservant unwrapped a soft Velcroed case containing a syringe gun and two vials. He loaded the clear one, shooting it into the sprite's clammy arm. The fairy stiffened72 momentarily, and then relaxed.
'Strong magic,' she breathed.
'Yes. But not as strong as your own will be when I give you the second injection. Now, the Book.'
The sprite reached into the folds of her filthy robe, rummaging73 for an age. Artemis held his breath. This was it. Soon the Fowls74 would be great again. A new empire would rise, with Artemis Fowl the Second at its head.
The fairy woman withdrew a closed fist.
'No use to you anyway. Written in the old tongue.'
Artemis nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
She opened her knobbly fingers. Lying in her palm was a tiny golden volume the size of a matchbox.
'Here, human. Thirty of your minutes. No more.'
Butler took the tiny tome reverentially. The bodyguard activated75 a compact digital camera and began photographing each wafer-thin page of the Book. The process took several minutes. When he was finished, the entire volume was stored on the camera's chip. Artemis preferred not to take chances with information. Airport security equipment had been known to wipe many a vital disk. So he instructed his aide to transfer the file to his portable phone and from there e-mail it to Fowl Manor76 in Dublin. Before the thirty minutes were up, the file containing every symbol in the Fairy Book was sitting safely in the Fowl server.
Artemis returned the tiny volume to its owner.
'Nice doing business with you.'
The sprite lurched to her knees. 'The other potion, human?'
Artemis smiled. 'Oh yes, the restoring booster. I suppose I did promise.'
'Yes. Human promised.'
'Very well. But before we administer it, I must warn you that purging77 is not pleasant. You're not going to enjoy this one bit.'
The fairy gestured around her at the squalid filth47. 'You think I enjoy this? I want to fly again.'
Butler loaded the second vial, shooting this one straight into the carotid artery78.
The sprite immediately collapsed79 on the mat, her entire frame quivering violently.
'Time to leave,' commented Artemis. 'A hundred years of alcohol leaving a body by any means possible is not a pretty sight.'
The Butlers had been serving the Fowls for centuries. It had always been the way. Indeed there were several eminent80 linguists81 of the opinion that this was how the noun originated. The first record of this unusual arrangement was when Virgil Butler had been contracted as servant, bodyguard and cook to Lord Hugo de Pole for one of the first great Norman crusades.
At the age often, Butler children were sent to a private training centre in Israel, where they were taught the specialized82 skills necessary to guard the latest in the Fowl line. These skills included cordon83 bleu cooking, marksmanship, a customized blend of martial84 arts, emergency medicine and information technology. If, at the end of their training, there was not a Fowl to guard, then the Butlers were eagerly snapped up as bodyguards85 for various royal personages, generally in Monaco or Saudi Arabia.
Once a Fowl and a Butler were put together, they were paired for life. It was a demanding job, and lonely, but the rewards were handsome if you survived to enjoy them. If not, then your family received a six-figure settlement plus a monthly pension.
The current Butler had been guarding young Master Artemis for twelve years, since the moment of his birth. And, though they adhered to the age-old formalities, they were much more than master and servant. Artemis was the closest thing Butler had to a friend, and Butler was the closest Artemis had to a father, albeit86 one who obeyed orders.
Butler held his tongue until they were aboard the Heathrow connection from Bangkok, then he had to ask.
'Artemis?'
Artemis looked up from the screen of his PowerBook. He was getting a head start on the translation.
'Yes?'
'The sprite. Why didn't we simply keep the Book and leave her to die?'
'A corpse87 is evidence, Butler. My way, the People will have no reason to be suspicious.'
'But the sprite?'
'I hardly think she will confess to showing humans the Book. In any case, I mixed a slight amnesiac88 into her second injection. When she finally wakes up, the last week will be a blur89.'
Butler nodded appreciatively. Always two steps ahead, that was Master Artemis. People said he was a chip off the old block. They were wrong. Master Artemis was a brand-new block, the likes of which had never been seen before.
Doubts assuaged90, Butler returned to his copy of Guns and Ammo, leaving his employer to unravel91 the secrets of the universe.
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