Firebrand (19 page)

‘Aye. He gave them a fine confession, and he laughed as he gave it, the black-hearted devil. I think the minister was a bit put out that he’d given in. The man from town certainly was. The longer they last, the more he earns.’

‘Still, the pay is good for a burning, too. And he’ll be well paid in the next few days.’

‘The strong one, he’s one of the last, I hear. It will
be three days of waiting for him, so he’ll have plenty of time to repent of his arrogance. The others did not last so long anyway. Did you hear the Balchattan witch squeal?’

‘Aye, and serve her right. She was up to the same as the Sinclair crone: spoiled a man’s wedding night. Cast a spell on the ale, can you credit such wickedness? She tried to claim the groom had taken a dram too many and his bride was ugly enough to shrivel iron, never mind a male member.’ He laughed. ‘She’d a tongue like a knife, that woman, before they interrogated her. She wasn’t laughing after they’d finished. She confessed, like they all do.’

Thinking of Ma Sinclair, I felt sick, and not just with relief.

‘The devil’s-whore howled this afternoon when they lit the fire under her. She won’t like it too well in the other fire, and that goes on forever, the minister says.’ The other man gave a delicious shudder. ‘The warlock is not to be strangled first?’

‘None of them are. The priest says an example must be set. Besides, the people come from the clachans and the bailes. It’s a fine entertainment for them.’

‘And a fine warning. There won’t be many taking the Devil’s mark from now on.’

‘Ah!’ exclaimed the other, and sniggered at a memory. ‘Did you hear? They found one of those on that pretty girl from Balchattan.’

‘The younger one?’

‘Aye. It took them a while, but then she was awful pretty. You’ll never guess where they found her mark.
All I’ll say is this: they had to shave every inch of her.’

They collapsed into raucous, whisky-fuelled laughter. I watched them from only a few yards, and knew that I could have the dirk off one of them and he’d never know it. At least, he’d never know it till he was staring in shock at the blood gushing from his own throat.

I made myself think of Conal. I couldn’t take the risk, not just to indulge myself.

Later, maybe. Later.

Inside the keep I wouldn’t have got near Conal, I know that now. Even the Veil has its limits, with ruthless and professional guards who know what they’re doing. That was why I liked these two fools on the outside wall—at least, I liked their carelessness and their overconfidence and their taste for rough whisky. There were things I’d seen as I sat silent and watched the keep, and one of them was that both guards always made sure to empty their bladders in the same spot.

After the first guard had finally wandered off to his bed or his woman, I lay within yards of his replacement for an age without being seen. Partly it was down to my own fieldcraft; mostly it was the Veil. Kate must be mad wanting rid of it.

I waited till he’d taken his own long piss, chuckling to himself and calling out an obscenity, and then had sat down again with his back to the wall. The whisky was weighting his eyelids, and he’d rid himself of his bladder discomfort, and his head sagged from time to time, but he must have been more afraid of the priest and his mercenaries than I’d guessed. He forced himself to stay wakeful, getting up now and again to walk around and stamp his feet.

I knew he’d sleep in the end, but I’d been patient and canny long enough. Silent, I crawled towards him on my belly. One touch was all I needed, but close to his spine or his brain. I thought of taking his dirk,
but it would still have been a self-indulgence, and the alarm would have been raised when he was found. Instead I took him with laughable ease, with the childhood strategy of a stone tossed to the far side of him. When he glanced aside at the noise, I sprang the last yard and caught hold of his neck, and held it till the sleep swamped him. It took less than two seconds, and he didn’t have time to object. He didn’t even know about me: when he woke he’d blame the long hours they made him work. He was a lucky bastard, I thought bitterly, that he was going to wake at all.

I didn’t even have to pull aside the coarse overgrown grass, since the guards had done that. The smallest and narrowest of gratings was set into the very bottom of the wall, and as I lay down and put my face close to it I smelt first the sharp reek of their urine, both stale and fresh, and then the fouler stench that lay behind it. My vision is like a cat’s, always has been, but even I could see nothing of the subterranean hole beneath.

He was there. I shut my eyes, feeling my heart clench with a mixture of emotions. Relief, pity, pain. His mind remained as closed to me as this dungeon. I tried to say something, but my throat was constricted and thick with tears, and I couldn’t. I pressed my forehead to the rusty grille of cold iron, and then I heard him.

He spoke very softly, but my hearing is as good as my eyesight. I knew right away he wasn’t speaking to me, because he didn’t know I was there. I cursed in my head over and over, the worst curses I could think of. He wasn’t alone.

‘Listen to me.’ His voice sounded dull and dry. He needed water. ‘You must confess.’

‘I won’t!’

My blood stilled in my veins. The voice was a girl’s, but it was high-pitched with fear and pain more than with her gender.

‘You have to.’

‘You’re one of them!’ She spat it at him, but I could hear her terror. ‘You’re with the guards. You’re with the minister!’

‘No,’ he said.

‘I won’t confess! I’m innocent!’

‘It doesn’t matter. So am I.’ There was a long pause in the blackness. ‘I’m as innocent as you are, and I’ve confessed. So will you. Make it quick.’

For a moment I could hear only her rasping, terrified breathing as she thought about it. Then she hissed, ‘You’re an agent of theirs. I know what they do. I know the tricks!’

‘In the morning,’ he said, and the dryness in his voice was now the amused kind, ‘a sliver of light will come in up there, along with the morning piss from the guard. Then you’ll be able to see me, just a very little, and you’ll know that isn’t true.’

‘I don’t believe you. Where did you come from? I didn’t know you were here.
I don’t believe you
.’ She was on the verge of terrible tears, and I was afraid she’d turn hysterical. Shut up, I thought viciously. Don’t you dare cry and bring the guards. Don’t you dare, you silly bitch.

‘Listen,’ said Conal. ‘Quiet, now.’

There was silence again, and I heard her breathing slowly ease, and quieten.

‘Do you trust me?’ he said.

‘Why would I?’ There was an edge to her bitter words, but it was no longer hysterical.

‘No reason. But do you?’

‘Are you a witch?’

‘No.’

There was a tiny hesitation, then her small voice. ‘Am I?’

‘You’re no witch, lady, any more than I am. You’re guilty of nothing. I’m guilty of having the wrong ancestors, being the wrong person. I’m different to you but we’ll both die the same death. You can’t avoid it now. Even if you denounce me.’

There was a smile in the way he said it, and her wave of shame was palpable. The idea must have occurred to her.

‘Make up a story,’ he said into the silence. ‘Make something up for your confession. It’ll pass the time anyway.’

‘Why?’ Her aggression had faded; she sounded bewildered. ‘Why would I do such a thing? I’ve done nothing.’

‘You must. Give them what they want. Tell them you’ve been to Black Masses, flown in the air, kissed the Devil’s backside. You must make something up. Tell them some perverted rubbish. Come on, I’ll give you some ideas. It’s for your own good.’

Tears threatened again. ‘I could never even say such things, let alone do them!’

‘Doesn’t matter. You have to say it. Please.’

‘Why?’ she cried.

‘Because if you keep them happy with a good story, and renounce the Devil, and show you’re penitent…’ he hesitated.

‘What?’ I could hear her renewed hope, and I felt sorry for the stupid child.

‘Then they might strangle you first,’ he said. ‘Before they burn you.’

She started to cry in earnest, but softly, and in despair.

‘It’s worth it,’ he added.

He didn’t know, I realised. He didn’t know his death would be merciless. Somehow the priest had kept it from him. There was no sound for a while but the quiet aching sobs of the girl, but sooner than I expected she got a hold of herself.

‘You’re not chained, are you?’ he said after a while.

‘No.’ She sniffed.

‘I stink,’ he said, ‘and I’m no help to you, but I’m manacled myself. I can’t hurt you.’

She scrambled across to him, fast and noisy, stumbling and falling. I heard the rattle of his chains as he put his arms round her as best he could. Love for him lanced under my breastbone. It hurt so much I had to hold my breath. ~
Look after yourself
, I thought. ~
You sentimental idiot. Never mind her
.

But he still wasn’t listening to me.

‘When you hear them coming,’ he told her softly, ‘get away from me. They put you in here hoping I’d terrify you. If they find us like this they’ll put fetters on you too.’

Her tear-choked voice was muffled by his chest. ‘So I can’t stop them killing me.’

‘No,’ he said kindly. ‘But you can try to die less badly. And with luck we’ll be together.’

With better luck, I thought grimly, you won’t.

‘I don’t know,’ she whimpered. ‘I don’t know. About confessing.’

‘What have they done to you so far?’

Her words, when they came, seemed half-stuck in her throat. ‘A…a needle or something. The pricker. They looked for a mark where I couldn’t feel it.’ Her voice went higher. ‘In the end they said they’d found a spot. I don’t know. Maybe they did.’

‘No, they didn’t. Poor girl.’

‘And there was…they…tied my arms behind me and hung me up by them. I thought,’ she swallowed hard, ‘I thought I couldn’t bear even a second of it.’

‘Next time they’ll hoist you up and weight your legs and drop you. I survived it, but you might not. You think they can only dislocate your limbs once? That man from town puts them back. Every time. Confess, lady.’

She was silent again, but this time when she spoke her voice was calm and steady. ‘They’ll want me to name others. They’ll want me to denounce people I know and I can’t do that.’

‘Listen, that much I think I can help with. Tell them you were my acolyte. My
only
acolyte. I sent you to Balchattan to work my spells for me. I’ll tell them the same, I’ll volunteer the information because I want you in Hell with me. I can convince them of that, at
least. And the minister is only interested in me.’

‘Why?’

He paused, then said wryly, ‘It’s personal.’

I’d heard enough. Actually I’d heard too much. Quietly, under my breath, I said, ‘Conal.’

There was no sound, only stillness for a very long time, perhaps as long as ten minutes. I waited. I didn’t speak again; I knew he’d heard me. Then, in the silence, I heard the deep, intermittent breathing of a sleeping girl. I doubt they’d let her have any sleep for days, and now she was dead to the world. And to me. He shifted, moving the slight weight of her in his arms; I heard a small dull clank of chain. Moving must have hurt him: I heard him grind his teeth.

‘Seth,’ he said softly, a reluctant smile in his voice. ‘Did I not hurt you enough?’

‘Aye, you did. I’m thinking of leaving you here.’ I gritted my teeth and swallowed tears, but my voice broke anyway. ‘Speak to me, Conal, properly. Please.’

‘No.’

‘Please,’ I said. ‘Don’t block me. Not now.’

He was silent again, for an age. ‘I’ll talk to you. But only talk. Try to get inside my head and I’ll block you again, and this time it’ll be for good. Understand?’

I knew the reason, and my heart shrivelled in my ribcage. I knew then I’d kill them for his pain. All of them. But I only said, ‘Yes.’

~
Murlainn
.

The gentle way he spoke my name brought fresh tears to my eyes. ~
I’ll get you out of here, Cù Chaorach. I swear I’ll do it
.

~
Don’t swear anything, because you won’t. It’s too difficult
.

~
I have to try
.

~
Do that, and they’ll have you too. It will be a hundred times worse for me if they get you. It’ll kill my soul. I thought you’d gone home
.

~
How could you think it?
I was furious with him.

~
Well. I don’t suppose I did, really. You wee bandit
.

~
We could use the Veil
…

He laughed softly. ~
I told you before, you’re inconspicuous, not invisible. You think they can’t see me when they do what they do?

~
I’ll kill them
, I said. ~
I’ll kill the priest last. I’ll make him beg to die
.

~
It’s not a priest. And don’t, Seth. Just go home
.

~
I could wait till the guards are at their lowest point. Before dawn. I could pretend I’m
…

~
Put it out of your head, greenarse
, he said gently. ~
Besides, there’s her
.

I clenched my jaw to stop myself saying what I wanted to say. ~
We could…I don’t know. Draw the Veil over her too. Keep her right beside us
.

~
Can’t be done. If we were caught we’d all be in this together, and they’d break my heart as well as my body. No, Seth. I won’t leave her, and I won’t risk you
.

I could only despair, frustrated beyond reason. ‘Then there’s nothing I can do for you,’ I said aloud, dully.

‘Yes. One thing.’ His mind touched mine gently once more. ‘Bring me a dirk.’

I knew what he meant. ‘No!’

‘Bring me a dirk. Please. I don’t want to burn, Seth.’
His voice shook. ‘I heard the last ones.’

Heard them? I’d seen them. Have you ever seen skin bubble and melt, eyeballs explode, fat sizzle and pop? Have you smelt live flesh roasting? Have you heard them? Do you know how long it takes them to die?

A thousand years. A hundred thousand. Forever.