Evensong

He’d taken the easier, stealthier way. Looking back on it now, it carried almost a flavor of cowardice. She had more risk, more genuine risk, in any seven days of her life than he’d known in his seven years with the Consultancy.

I’ve actually been like Marek, he thought. Marek’s comfort zone was the darkness of nihilism—he reached out of it to strike, then went back into it. I’m anonymous, like him. Marek and me at one extreme, Olivia del Sarto at the other. And Rafiq too, he’s like her—willing to try and do something, and be judged on it.

Most of her life has been like that broadcast. Mine’s been arid, hers is real. I got this bodyguard assignment because I’m less valuable than people like Levin or Asika. And that’s all. But he shook his head violently, partly to clear it and partly to deny the thought. No, he wasn’t inventing pockets of darkness. Every instinct told him there was something more to this mission. She didn’t just want a Consultant as a personal fashion accessory to parade at the summit. Something was genuinely threatening her. Something beyond even the abilities of her own security people. She wanted a Consultant because nothing else could protect her.

He would go to Brighton early. He would prepare and acclimatise. Her life is more valuable than mine. Hers has actually amounted to something.

THREE: SEPTEMBER 2060

1

Anwar was not entirely unacquainted with Brighton.

One of the UN’s VSTOLs had flown him from Fallingwater to a small private airfield on the Downs, where he was met by a car that took him into Brighton. The car dropped him on Marine Parade, at the gateway to the New West Pier at the end of which, two miles into the ocean, stood Brighton Cathedral. It was late September and the summit was more than two weeks away: October 15, for nine days. He’d spend the two weeks in briefings with Archbishop del Sarto and her staff. But today—it was early afternoon—he wanted sometime to himself.

The New West Pier stood near the site of the original West Pier, which had mysteriously burnt down last century. Less than a mile away along the beach stood another old pier, which still survived: the Palace Pier, a traditional structure of wooden pilings and dark wrought-iron Victorian filigree, totally unlike the swooping white New West Pier, which dwarfed it.

The New Anglicans were originally going to have traditional pier entertainments (gambling arcades, fairground rides, a musical theatre) halfway along their New West Pier. They decided against it, not because it was inappropriate— they liked the fusion of Church and Mammon—but because it would take trade away from the Palace Pier, owned by a local family. The New Anglicans knew when to step lightly.

Brighton Cathedral was a full-size replica of the Royal Pavilion, standing at the end of the New West Pier. Around the Cathedral was a complex of other buildings, architecturally matching, which housed conference facilities, hotels, function suites, and media centres; also commercial offices, studios, shops, restaurants. The Cathedral and its matching complex was pearlescent white, unlike the buff-colured mixture of stucco and Baths and stone which made up the original Royal Pavilion. It was the best, and most expensive, business address in Europe.

The New West Pier stretched out to sea on elegant arching supports. It was made of metallic/ceramic composites, reinforced internally by carbon nanotubes. At its far end two miles away, it rose high and widened out massively to accommodate the Cathedral complex, which soared above the Pier and faced back to the shore. Maglevs ran its entire length, with a station at the Pier’s gateway and another at the far end.

The Pier looked beautiful by day, with its clean white lines and swooping arches. But at night, Anwar thought, when it was lit…

He was standing on Marine Parade, the main road running parallel to the beach. He wore a light grey linen suit, with a darker grey shirt, the colour almost of the ocean. On the other side of Marine Parade was Regency Square Gardens. Eighteenth and nineteenth-century buildings made an elegant frontage to the road, including the Grand and Metropole Hotels. There was also one newer development, standing on the shore line near the gateway to the New West Pier: the i-360 Tower, built about 2015. It had a large observation pod, in the shape of a ring doughnut, going up and down the central spike of the five-hundred-foot tower.