Day of Deliverance (12 page)

The Beautiful Game

Where are we?” Jack asked. He peered through a small window onto a muddy farmyard. The fields beyond had been dusted white from a light flurry of snow.

“Wembley Stadium,” Pendelshape said matter-of-factly as he busied himself at a small wood stove. He was cooking eggs and bacon, and had already managed to produce a pot of very acceptable coffee. He seemed to be completely at home. “Not literally of course. It’s where the new Wembley Stadium will be in the future. You’re probably sitting exactly where the England team would get changed.” He craned his head to view the frozen farmland that stretched into the distance. “As you can see, it’s a pretty far cry from the view out there today.” He served the eggs and bacon onto three dishes and placed them on the table. Jack was ravenous and the food smelled incredibly good.

Pendelshape had based himself in a farmer’s cottage. He had negotiated a generous rent in return for complete privacy for the duration of his stay. The cottage was on two floors – a higgledy-piggledy oak-framed construction. It was quite well appointed. The beds had been dry, and when the fire got going, the house warmed up quickly. In any case, when they had arrived the night before in the carriage, Jack had been so exhausted that he had fallen asleep as soon he had got into bed.

Pendelshape ate slowly, eyeing Jack and Angus thoughtfully from time to time. He had not really changed. Maybe he had shed some weight from his portly frame, but the crow’s feet around his deep-set eyes and the cropped grey hair were still the same. The last time Jack had seen Pendelshape was in a First World War trench six months earlier. That was when he showed Jack and Angus the true horrors of war in a final attempt to get them to desert VIGIL and join him and Jack’s father. Jack and Angus saw the horrors of war all right – Pendelshape’s badly conceived escapade nearly got them killed in the process. It was the final straw for Jack – the moment that finally convinced him that meddling in history was too dangerous, however well planned and well meaning. It was also the moment when he had realised that Pendelshape had a screw loose. Jack had seen him turn from being his affable but eccentric History teacher into a fanatic who would stop at nothing to get his own way.

“So, gentlemen, it would appear that we have some decisions to make.” Pendelshape spoke calmly, but Jack could feel the menace in his voice. “Or to be more precise,
yo
u
have some decisions to make. But first of all, I should perhaps explain what you are embroiled in. I have to say that you have been extremely lucky to escape with your lives.”

“I think we know that,” Angus said, through a mouthful of bacon.

Pendelshape ignored him. “First things first. I am sure you will be pleased to hear that my colleagues, Mr Whitsun and Mr Gift, have recovered. I understand from them that you two had nothing to do with their injuries… which I am glad to hear. They have learned a valuable lesson.”

“Where are they?” Jack asked.

“They managed to make it to our rendezvous… somewhat worse for wear, and they have now been deployed elsewhere,
ready for the next stage of our plan. We will meet them later.”

“What were they doing in Cambridge – and how did they know we were there?”

“The people who kidnapped you were Spanish spies. Marlowe works for them. But what they don’t know is that he also works for Walsingham – Queen Elizabeth’s spymaster. Marlowe is a double agent. The letter contains details of a plot against the English state.”

“What kind of plot?”

“As you know, Jack, this is a dangerous period in history. Phillip II of Spain has finally lost his patience with England. English ships have continued to steal from Spanish ships. Under Elizabeth, England is a Protestant country – Catholics are tolerated, although there is much tension between the two religions. The execution of Mary, Queen of Scots, a few days ago, was the final straw. Mary was implicated in a plot to overthrow Elizabeth and for this she was executed. Killing a fellow monarch is a grave act. The history books tell us that Phillip plans to capture the English throne and finally get rid of Elizabeth. He is mobilising a mighty navy – the Armada.”

“Didn’t Miss Beattie tell us that that the Armada was defeated?” Angus said.

“It will be. The whole thing is badly conceived, badly planned and badly executed. In addition, the Spanish do not take into account the superior design of English ships, gunnery and tactics. And finally, of course, there is the weather; the storms that finally scatter Phillip’s great ships off the coasts of Scotland and Ireland. Half of the Armada’s one hundred and thirty ships will be lost or irreparably damaged. England will lose none. The loss of Spanish crew and soldiers will be equally severe. Two-thirds of the Armada’s thirty thousand men will die – and for every one killed in battle, another seven will perish by execution or drowning, or die from disease, starvation or thirst.”

Pendelshape had a glint in his eye as spoke. It was as if Jack were back in his History class.

“The Armada’s attempted attack will end in tragedy. And from that point on, the balance of power in the world will gradually tip in England’s favour. The defeat of the Armada is a turning point.”

“But why does this concern you? You’re not just on another field visit, are you?”

“No, Jack, as I’m quite sure you are aware.” He refilled his coffee cup. “Let me show you something.”

Pendelshape got to his feet and walked over to a case on the other side of the kitchen. He opened it up, took out a slim laptop and placed it on the table in front of them. The device looked completely out of place in the old kitchen.

“Nice computer, Sir.” Angus had not quite lost the habit of calling Pendelshape ‘Sir’.

“Indeed. But you won’t find this one on the market at home. We’ve had to make a number of modifications to run our simulation software.” He tapped the keyboard. “Now, this should do it. Yes, you can take a look if you like.”

Pendelshape swivelled the screen round to allow Jack and Angus a better view. It showed a picture of earth. It looked a bit like Google Earth, except in one corner there were the words ‘Timeline Simulator’ and in the other the date and time. There were a number of complicated toolbars at the bottom and left of the screen.

“So this is a political representation of the world as it is today, February, 1587. You can see England and Scotland (two different kingdoms, of course), France and the Italian city states. And there is Spain, shaded in yellow. You can already see Spain’s influence in the New World – Central and South America – and in other places like the Netherlands. In fact, it is the Spanish army in the Netherlands that Phillip II plans to transport to England, using the Armada to defeat the English. You can see just from the colouring on the map that Spain is a major power, although you don’t see the wealth of Spain, which is also huge, because of the stream of gold and especially silver transported from the New
World. Anyway, look what happens if I run the simulation forward. I’ll do this on the ‘Baseline Simulation’ – this shows what happens if you don’t make any interventions in history as it currently stands.”

Pendelshape touched the screen, and the year counter on the right started to count forward the months and the years.

“Cool!” Angus was impressed.

Jack rolled his eyes.

As the years progressed on screen the colours on the map grew and shrank in line with the political influence of the various countries of the world. The yellow of Spain began to shrink. The small red blob that denoted England slowly started to grow. First, it extended to Scotland and then to North America. As the year counter ticked its way through the nineteenth century, the red shading grew across all parts of the world like an infectious disease: India, Australia, Africa – the British Empire. At the same time, the extension of power of the other European nations was shown: blue for France and black for a unified Germany. The counter then moved on through the twentieth century to show the rise of the Soviet Union and the United States and the decline of the old European countries.

“It’s like a game,” Angus said.

Jack was a little less impressed. “Looks nice – but what does it mean?”

“Jack, this is the Timeline Simulator – or at least a part of it – the full thing is too resource-intensive even for this mighty machine. This software is the key to it all.”

“Key to what?”

Pendelshape sighed. “Let me explain. VIGIL and your friends, Inchquin and the Rector refuse to accept that Taurus can be used as a tool for good.”

“Yes. And they have a point. We saw what could happen when we went back to the First World War,” Jack said.

“You nearly got us all killed, Sir,” Angus said bluntly.

“I admit, at that time we thought we had got it right – but
we were still not quite there. VIGIL’s concern is that by intervening in the past you can trigger changes, however well intentioned, that may have unforeseen consequences in the future.”

“Yes and it can be extremely dangerous. Those consequences could lead to worse things happening. Intervening can backfire,” Jack said.

“And VIGIL is right up to a point. But this,” Pendelshape tapped the laptop with a chubby index finger, “this little chap changes everything. We have developed causal models of history to such a degree that we can show precisely the impact that changes we make in the past will have on the future. We can also evaluate the different scenarios that arise from this. If necessary, we can make subsequent interventions in time to optimise the results. These interventions may also be used to ensure that we can keep the Revisionist team untouched.” He smiled, knowingly. “Obviously there are some things in the present we want to keep… ring-fenced, if you like.”

Angus finally finished his breakfast. “So what?”

“So what, Angus?” Pendelshape continued, a note of frustration in his voice. “So we can make measurements of our scenarios. We can evaluate changes we make in terms of their impact on economic wealth, political stability, health and a whole range of other things, including, believe it or not, an index of human happiness.”

This was too much for Angus. “You’ve got to be kidding, Sir. You’re saying that you can kind of use that computer to say what would happen to the world if you assassinated Hitler and measure how happy everyone would be as a result?”

“Indeed. It sounds strange, I know, but every scenario has up sides and down sides; winners and losers. What we are seeking to do is to find the best overall scenario which optimises human well-being in the long term – and for that matter the well-being of the planet, and, yes, we can’t really do the comparison unless we can measure the scenarios. Happiness is one of those measures. All the measures together are called the Utility Index – the UI.”

“So you’re saying that you’ve managed to develop the software to a point where you can really run ‘what ifs’ and measure the impact.”

“Yes, Jack, exactly.”

Jack lowered his voice. “But Dad didn’t agree with your plans, did he?”

Pendelshape sighed, “We had a disagreement with your father. We were keen to use our Taurus with the new Timeline Simulator, but your father refused until he was sure that you were safely removed from VIGIL’s control. Their control over you and your father’s fear of what they might do to you, should we act, were the main reasons we didn’t do anything with the new system. But he also wanted you to join us – he has always wanted you to follow in his footsteps. We became impatient, the arguments became more heated, and eventually…”

“Eventually what?”

“The team and I decided to remove him as leader of the Revisionists. He left of his own accord, however, and we knew he might do something reckless. There was a risk that he would contact VIGIL and tell them of our plans, to avoid them thinking he was still in charge and that this was all his idea. He was worried about you… and your mother. Your presence here confirms that he did indeed warn VIGIL – although why on earth VIGIL decided to send you and Angus back on a mission as important as this, I have no idea.”

“It hasn’t quite gone according to plan,” Angus said sheepishly.

“But you still haven’t explained the ‘intervention’ you plan to make – why you have decided to come back to this point – and what Whitsun and Gift were doing in Cambridge,” said Jack.

Pendelshape gazed out of the window, which was starting to mist up from the warmth in the room. He seemed to be weighing something up in his mind – something important. “I suppose it makes no difference now,” he said, turning back to the screen. “Let me show you.”

He punched the keyboard again and leaned back. “Here. You can see.”

The year counter was reset to 1587 and again the days, months and years ticked forward. This time, something strange happened on the map. The yellow, denoting the extent of Spain’s geographical and political power did not decline as before. Instead, first England turned yellow and then gradually the whole of South America, North America and Western Europe. As the years on the counter ticked through the nineteenth century some other colours – blue, black, red – did appear on the screen, but they failed to grow. They seemed to be quickly snuffed out by the yellow shading which continued its onward march until, as the year approached 1894, it engulfed almost the entire world.