Retribution (Drakenfeld 2) (43 page)

In all of the past few days I had never felt so energized. Here we were, finally, with the opportunity to get to the bottom of the mystery, to get some understanding of what had happened in the past.

Potential questions bubbled through my mind: about how I would go about steering these two brothers to giving honest and open answers. If I was to glean anything from them, they needed to feel able to discuss the past. To do that it might be prudent if they felt scared. I would not threaten them, but the best approach would be to make them aware of what had happened to the other names on the list, and that it was in their best interests to tell me what had gone on.

Their house was a three-storey, whitewashed structure in the wealthier end of the prefecture, and situated in the corner of an elegant courtyard. As with many other buildings in this small quarter, bamboo had been used in its construction, in the guttering and for decorative details, lending the building a different style.

A soldier in civic dress leant insouciantly against the wall. He nodded to Sulma Tan upon our arrival. It didn’t seem as if anyone else was following us – if we were being watched, it was from the shadows, or through the slit of a window.

One knock on the door and another guard opened it from inside. We were ushered in quickly; discreetly we filed in.

The house was very pleasant – modest, yet with the occasional bust or fresco that denoted these people were by no means poor. The kitchen took up much of the lowest floor, with a thick wooden table at the centre and a floor composed of dulled terracotta tiles. There was a lovely, small sculpture of Astran and Nastra in a small walled garden to the rear of the property and it was in that minuscule, tranquil spot, with the scent of rosemary and lavender thick in the air, that we conducted the questioning.

The two brothers were not identical twins, but they looked phenomenally similar. Both tall and skinny, their purple and black tunics hung off their bodies rather than fitting well. Each had short-cropped grey hair and tired eyes that constantly regarded the distance. They had difficulty making eye contact, though this didn’t seem to be guilt, more a life-long habit of preferring to be alone. At first I thought they had both been drinking, but I could not smell any wine upon their breath. They perched together on an ornamental stone bench, in the shade of a small pear tree. Everyone else stood around them in a semicircle, but if the sight was intimidating in any way, the brothers did not show it.

‘This list contains several names,’ I began, holding up the paper. ‘We found it at the villa of Lydia Marinus. At the time, she was the latest victim in our investigation; but several others had been killed before that. Upon returning to the city, we found two more of these people had been murdered. You may have heard of the method of their killing.’ I confess to adding some drama to the moment, drawing on my performances over the years in courts. ‘They were probably long and deliberately painful deaths. Hundreds of tiny cuts were found on their bodies. The wounds were probably not enough to kill them at first. Bishop Tahn Valin had been cut up into pieces, but others were – if I may use the expression – luckier in their ends. However, the latest two victims, man and wife, were bound together by the innards of the husband.’

I paused to notice their faces had creased up in disgust. Staring at the floor, they held each other’s hands nervously.

‘At the moment,’ I stressed, ‘you are quite safe. You have protection, but we cannot vouch for how long we can offer these men.’

‘Resources are tight,’ Sulma Tan added. ‘They may have to leave with us.’

‘Given the trade in ex-soldiers in Koton,’ I continued to the brothers, ‘you might find it necessary to invest in some protection yourself.’

They nodded in unison.

‘The reason I am here, however, is not to guarantee your safety. Should the pair of you die, it will merely add another dimension to this investigation.’

One of them opened his mouth as if to say something, but thought better of it. If these were arrogant individuals before, there were certainly no signs any more.

‘But you have some use to me while you’re both still alive, and that is why we are all here. You have the choice to make your existence easier. It could mean the difference between living a normal life and spending the rest of it looking over your shoulder to see if someone will seize you and butcher you. Do we understand each other?’

Another nod.

‘Before we get to business, what can you tell me of the night of Grendor’s murder?’

‘We already told your assistants,’ one replied. ‘We remained with the group when Grendor left. We do not often get out much, but when we do we tend to . . . enjoy ourselves as much as possible. We left the evening in good spirits.’

I took a calculated risk, and made the statement bluntly: ‘This affair all started a very long time ago, didn’t it?’

They appeared startled by my assertion, yet didn’t say anything else.

‘It’s probably best if you give the specifics now,’ I sighed, wanting them to think I possessed a certain level of information.

‘We do not know what you mean,’ came the reply from Lunus.

‘Grendor of the Cape, Bishop Tahn Valin, Lydia Marinus . . . you’ve been involved together for many years. Indeed, we
know
.’

‘Then why are you here?’

This was going to be harder than I hoped. It was better when people spoke at length, for they soon betrayed themselves or gave away an awkward fact. These two, however, were clearly comfortable in silence. The advantage was with them: in the eyes of the law they had committed no crime, they had done nothing wrong. There was no
need
to speak.

‘Can you tell us what Evum is like?’

Clear surprise came on Han’s face. He looked to his brother and then back to me again. ‘We never went there.’

With that statement he confirmed the island’s existence. ‘We’ve got a document that says you travelled there with the others who are now dead.’

‘We remained on the ship.’

‘You travelled all the way to an island that doesn’t appear on any common map – and you did not disembark?’

‘No.’ This was a firm answer, a wish for the questioning to end.

‘How long does it take to get there?’ I asked.

‘Not long. Depends on the wind. Most of a day.’

‘What is on the island?’

‘We simply do not know,’ Han sighed. ‘We never left the ship.’

‘So why did you travel there in the first place?’

No answer was forthcoming. They were hiding something.

‘It seems rather unreasonable,’ I continued, ‘that you travelled for a day on a ship to an unknown island, returned on that ship, and never once left it.’

‘We were sick. We do not travel well. This was our first time on a boat.’

It was a sentiment with which I could sympathize. ‘So, I will repeat the question: why did you travel there?’

After a drawn-out hesitation, it was Han who spoke. ‘We were looking into options to trade.’

I didn’t believe him for a moment. I reached into my pocket, in which I had kept both Lydia’s and the bishop’s rings, and held them out for the brothers to see. ‘Trading in gemstones like these, you mean.’

Lunus was firmer than his brother, who appeared exasperated by even delicate questioning. He flatly denied knowing what the stones were, but I could tell by his brother’s pathetic expression that he’d had enough of this.

‘I’d like to interview the two of you separately.’

‘We won’t speak apart,’ Lunus declared, more of an instruction to his brother than information to me. ‘We will maintain our silence.’

An uneasy tension came between the two of them. This charade continued for some time – me speculating at what they might have done, them saying nothing. My frustrations increased, but in a way they had already told me much of what I needed to know. The existence of Evum had been confirmed. The fact that they denied ever having set foot on the place made me realize that I would have to visit the island. The mystery would finally be solved there, I felt, but there was one more thing that I could use them for. And, of course, we still needed Carlon’s reports on the bodies of last night’s couple – he might have something useful to tell us in addition to what happened to the other bodies. He might even have recovered another gemstone.

‘Well, if there’s nothing you have to say for yourselves, then there’s nothing we can do to help you.’ I moved to Sulma Tan and whispered in her ear to dismiss the soldiers, but have them observe the property continually, from a good distance.

The killers would come for them and I was happy to use them as bait.

As the soldiers filed out one by one, the brothers’ expressions clearly displayed their fear. Sulma Tan stepped back through the house, leaving just Leana, Nambu and myself in their opulent dwelling.

Leana stood behind me with her arms folded, as I paced one last time before the brothers. Their green eyes, bright in the sunlight, lingered on Nambu, and I wondered if they recognized her, that a princess of the nation was standing in their small garden. A songbird skittered around between a bush and the wall. The sounds of the city drifted by in the distance.

‘Please, can you leave soldiers here?’

In the end all I did was smile without giving an answer before we, too, left the property.

‘Do you think that was useful?’ Nambu asked outside their house. The four of us had moved some way down the street and I could only spot one of the soldiers within the vicinity of the house.

‘I do,’ I replied. ‘Whatever they’ve done in the past, it’s too much for them to open up today.’

‘I suggest we torture them,’ Leana muttered.

‘Why? They have done nothing wrong. They have broken no laws.’

‘But we need to know more.’

‘I don’t think stretching them out and pressing hot irons against their skin is likely to yield any more than we have now. And, the two of them are far more useful to us in good condition. No, these two would rather take whatever their secret is to their graves.’

‘Then they might have to do exactly that,’ Leana added.

‘True, but we have some very valuable information.’ I placed my hand on Leana’s shoulder with enthusiasm. ‘Evum is a confirmed reality and we must go there.’ I looked across to Sulma Tan but she pre-empted my speech.

Sulma Tan said, ‘This morning I have seen to it that we can be allocated three naval ships for our use. It was important we investigate this island even without any confirmation. The crews are preparing the vessels already, so we can start our journey whenever you are ready.’

Nambu looked up excitedly. ‘When will we leave?’

‘I’m not exactly sure,’ I replied. I still was not certain we should take Nambu with us.

‘Lucan does not appreciate the sea,’ Leana declared. ‘He often cowers below deck nursing his stomach.’

‘Thank you, Leana,’ I replied. ‘But no, that isn’t the reason for my hesitation this time. We have some work to do here and we need to do it soon. Well, I say work . . . we have some
waiting
to do.’

‘Waiting for what?’ Nambu sighed.

‘For the fish to take our bait.’

A day and a night passed. A violent storm washed across the city bringing sudden and ferocious rains, before vanishing as quickly as it came, leaving the morning to be clearer, crisper and far more fragrant. But despite the drastic events in the skies, there was no movement down on the ground, especially around the house of the Saul Kahn brothers. They remained confined within their own house. I had extended an offer to them that they could despatch a messenger to my quarters should they wish to reconsider their silence on certain matters, but nothing had arrived.

Carlon’s report from the Drennar couple proved consistent with the other deaths. The lacerations had been identical; there were rope marks around their wrists, suggesting they had been restrained perhaps to a chair or a bench as wounds were inflicted upon them. The only difference between their end and that of the others was simply that the innards had been used to bind them in death. It was a public spectacle, one designed to cause maximum publicity and humiliation. Carlon speculated that our murderers were now starting to enjoy the ritual killings.

We had not found any jewellery, and an investigation of their surprisingly modest and almost spiritually austere home proved useless. Their dwelling was littered with frescos and artworks all depicting death, and a discreet painting related to the cult of Hymound. That the old gods were involved somehow seemed a curious link.

There was a skull on their bedside table, and I wondered what kind of mentality desired to be surrounded by such things. I’d heard of certain scholars wanting to be reminded of death as it spurred them on to make the most of the day, but a reminder was one thing – theirs was an obsession.

‘At least now they have got the best reminder of all,’ Leana had commented at the time.

The city was beginning to display signs of a frightened culture. Trade had diminished so rapidly from the marketplaces that the queen was, according to Sulma Tan, beginning to panic. This lack of trade meant that what military resources there were went to the public squares in order to inspire confidence. It struck me that all it did was show how much of a militaristic, centrally dictated state Koton was in reality. No politicians had debated this, Sulma Tan said, annoyed that precious resources were being redirected from the potential border conflict with Detrata. It was simply an order from the queen, and one that didn’t work. It could be seen in the faces of all those passing by the lines of soldiers – glum faces, fearful expressions. Those who had not heard of the numerous murders in the city would be confronted with almost an invasion force in their own lives. It was the sign of a frightened queen, not one in control and certainly not one looking after her people.