The Light of Heaven (17 page)

She smiled and then jammed a finger into it. The man on the other side fell back with a startled scream and Gabriella slammed the sole of her foot into the door. The thin wooden bar snapped and the door crashed open.

The first man that rushed her caught the edge of the door in his face, and tumbled over the one-eyed body sprawled before him. Gabriella smashed the boss of her shield into his face and slashed with her sword at the man next to him. Another man in the room lunged at her with a short spear, but she sliced the iron head off it with her blade, then punched the iron edge of her shield into his throat. He dropped, rasping and gurgling.

There was a crash from upstairs and Erak and Gabriella both charged up the short stairway, expecting an attack at any moment. An open door banged in the breeze and Gabriella darted through it, just in time to see a man pick himself up in the street below and run like a champion athlete. "Follow him!" she roared to the nearest soldier-at-arms in the street. "See where he goes! Take a horse if you have to!" The soldier was already running.

A moment later, a storm of hoof beats erupted as the fugitive took a horse and fled towards the edge of town. The soldier wasn't long behind him, having acquired a mount of his own.

There was nothing more Gabriella or Erak could do about him for the moment, so they moved around the upper floor carefully and quietly, just in case. She already knew there would be no-one but flies and roaches in the rooms. Every room was the same: mouldy cushions and termite-ridden furniture. Things skittered in the corners and she was perfectly happy for those creatures to remain hidden in their webbed nooks and crannies. In the cleanest of the upstairs rooms, there was a small altar facing a bronze icon with two circles linked together. The symbol of the Brotherhood of the Divine Path. The find lifted her spirits.

"This is our lucky day," Erak muttered.

Back downstairs, Gabriella searched the corpses, finding a tattoo of the same linked circle design on one's wrist and one on the other's shoulder. She hauled the surviving man to his feet.

"You look like a fine upstanding man to me, perhaps you can tell me some interesting things in return for your life?"

"Like what?"

"Like where can we find the other members of the Brotherhood?" Erak said.

The man coughed blood and shook his head woozily. "Just us."

"I wish I could believe that."

"'S'true. Just us. Everybody else buggered off weeks ago. Went south."

Gabriella was puzzled. "Went south?" Was Lord Aristide of Fayence gathering support from them, the way the Empire of Vos relied on the Faith in the last war? The Brotherhood weren't numerous enough to provide military support, but they were a ready-made network of spies.

"Because of the gobboes, you know?"

"Pretend I don't," Gabriella said quietly.

The man focussed bleary eyes on her and managed a mirthless laugh. "They're not nesting any more. Un-nested. Nest-less. Down past Fayence, in the World's Ridge, there are now opportunities."

"With gobboes - I mean, goblins?"

"No! Without goblins.
Without
. Now that they've been driven out."

Gabriella turned to Erak. "Let's take him back to the church. We might get more out of him when he's sober."

"Good idea. I'll see if I can find a Healer. This one could take hours to sober up and days to come down from the Dreamweed."

While Erak and the soldiers-at-arms carried the wounded Brotherhood man back to the church, Gabriella emerged into the sunlight and looked around at the streets and the people in them. How many of the men around her were in the Brotherhood?

She had stood there for several minutes, looking for tattoos and furtive glances, before she realised what she was doing. Cursing herself for being so stupid, she began walking towards the market square. If she could find a Healer, he might be able to make the Brotherhood man worth talking to a lot quicker than would occur naturally.

As she neared the market square, a small boy ran up to her and tugged at her cloak. "Enlightened Sister!"

"What can I do for you lad?"

"Brother Brand says to tell you that he's waiting for you outside the wheelwright's workshop."

"Where is that?"

The lad grinned brightly and held out a hand. Gabriella tossed him a penny, and the lad pointed east. "Past the market square, towards the east bridge."

"Thanks, lad." As the urchin darted away with his prize, Gabriella set off in the direction the boy had indicated.

She moved quickly but unhurriedly along the north edge of the bustling market square, offering benedictions and smiles to those she passed. She wanted the people to know that the Faith was there for them, to help them. Some viewed her with suspicion, she saw, but she offered them kind and encouraging words and promised to pray for the success of their businesses or family lives.

She wanted to make sure that the people knew the Faith took an interest in all their lives. Gabriella was determined that the Brotherhood would not take a hold of this town.

Six steps behind Gabriella, Dai Batsen allowed the dagger to slide down from his sleeve into his hand. The street was busy, filled with the stink of unwashed humanity and the shouts of hawkers, so she hadn't noticed him. With most people, it would be a simple matter for Batsen to walk up, jam a thin blade through the spinal column, and walk on before his victim even fell. Nobody even noticed such things, and thieves and beggars would be the first to surround a body, intent on looting.

This one would have to be different. She was a trained soldier. There was a chance, however faint, that she would be alerted to his approach.

He watched as she turned into a short cut that led through from the market square, just as he'd told the street urchin to direct her. The alley was short, but empty, and Batsen saw his chance. He slipped forward, the dagger already swinging for her neck.

Gabriella heard a faint scrape behind her and began to turn. She got a momentary glimpse of a shaven head, before her assailant lunged forward. A dagger flashed past her face and then the man's full weight slammed into her back. His other arm whipped around her neck, squeezing against the arteries below her ears, while she tried to keep the hand with the dagger pressed between her hip and the wall, so that he couldn't use it. She began to feel light-headed as the crook of his arm crushed the arteries in her neck and she stamped down with her heel as she lashed her head backwards. Bone splintered under the impact of her skull and he let go as he fell. Gabriella turned and kicked him in the face before he hit the ground.

The alley was too narrow for her to use her swords, but he had no such problem with the dagger in his hand. He swung for her throat, but she turned, left hand already blocking and tried to counterpunch him in the gut. He twisted sideways and slashed at her inner forearm. The knife caught on one of her wrist bracers and clattered away.

A kick to her chest knocked her backwards and back out into the market square, giving Batsen distance to draw another weapon, a pair of long pointed bodkins. Gabriella regained her feet and drew her swords. Batsen caught her blades between the bodkins and pushed them away. Momentarily, both of them had their arms spread wide, then each launched a kick to push the other away. They fell back from each other.

Batsen tucked his elbows in and rolled under a cart before Gabriella could get to her feet. She darted round the cart, but he was already gone.

CHAPTER 9

Erak paced around the vestry, looking for something to lash out at. His angular face was flushed with anger. Enlightened One Stoll looked just as angry, but his was more a glowering mood as he studied one of the maps Gabriella had drawn during her scouting trip.

"That wasn't just someone taking exception to a member of the Faith, or even the Swords being here. That was a targeted attack, Gabriella. Somebody wanted to kill you specifically." Erak said.

"And I can make a guess as to who."

"Goran Kell," he said. His lips were still thinned and white, as if he was ready to bite at someone and Gabriella felt momentarily honoured that he felt as she did. "Who else have you annoyed recently?"

"Not as much of Pontaine as I'd intended. Yet" She grabbed a piece of parchment and a charcoal stick and started trying to draw the assailant's face before it faded from her memory. "The man didn't look like someone from this area, though. Too pale."

"Kell hired one assassin," Stoll pointed out, "so he won't have compunctions about hiring another. After all, you've come to find his oh-so profitable Golden Huntress and to hunt him."

Erak nodded. "And you're the one who chased down the assassin he hired."

"Then we must be onto something. We must be closer to finding the Huntress than we know..."

"All right, what did this man look like?" Erak said.

Gabriella returned to the drawing. "He was bald," she said. She finished her drawing and held it up. It was a good likeness, she was sure.

Stoll took it. "You've got a real skill for this, you know. If you'd stayed living in Pontaine you'd probably be a famous artist by now."

"Fame doesn't interest me." She was pleased all the same, She had always loved to draw as a child and it still gave her a thrill when someone got pleasure from a picture of hers. "Does he look familiar?"

Stoll shook his head. "No. But I'll pass this around town later and see whether anyone recognises him."

"I suppose that will have to do," Gabriella muttered. She caught Stoll's expression and reddened. "I mean no disrespect to you efforts, Enlightened One. It's just a little frustrating."

"I can imagine."

"There's something else I'd been meaning to ask you." She handed him a copy of the map she had drawn earlier. "Do you know who lives here?" She pointed to the last location she had visited on her scouting trip. The soldier-at-arms who had pursued the fugitive from the Brotherhood Dreamweed den had returned earlier, and pointed to that place on the map as the place the man had gone to.

Stoll studied the page for a moment. "That's Warrigan's farm."

"Warrigan?"

"He's a gamekeeper with a small farm run from his cottage. He's one of several gamekeepers in the vicinity who owe fealty to Lord Aristide. He comes to church perhaps once or twice a year, at the major holidays."

Erak grunted. "One of those 'just-in-case' types?"

"I'm afraid so."

Gabriella took the map back and studied it. "Then why did someone think that taking word of our visit was so important?"

"Well, he is Aristide's man... And any of the Lords in Pontaine would be keen to keep an eye on visitors from the Empire. Still, it seems that you've both had quite a productive day despite the, er, negative aspects of it."

"You could put it that way," Gabriella agreed, putting the map back on the table. "Which reminds me, we have a guest. Would you like to hear his confession tomorrow, Enlightened One?" Since she had never found a Healer, they would need to wait for the man to sober up the old-fashioned way.

"Why not?" Stoll said magnanimously.

The man from the Brotherhood's little Dreamweed den was in a novice's cell with a soldier-at-arms on guard outside. The Brotherhood man had sobered up by morning, which was unfortunate for him, as the agony from his smashed jaw was no longer dulled.

"Remember me?" Gabriella asked brightly. "And this is Enlightened Brother Brand. And I'm sure you know your local Enlightened One."

"Hello, Collin," Stoll said with a smile. "I must say I'm disappointed to find you being brought to me under such circumstances."

The young man looked at Stoll and winced. "It's all right, Enlightened One. I just..." He trailed off. "I dunno. Look, I'm sorry, all right?"

"Remorse is good," Erak commented. "And it's not too late to see the light."

"How d'you mean?"

"You tell us things, and we help you see the error of your sinning ways."

"What things?"

"Firstly," Gabriella began, "when I found you at your little den, you said the other Brotherhood members from the area were -"

"They're gone."

"That was it."

"I meant what I said. They're not here." The prisoner grimaced with every word. He hadn't been cleaned up at all and the dried blood on his face cracked and flaked off as his expression contorted. "Look, there used to be a Dreamweed place at the north corner, in the old tannery. The guy who ran it disappeared a couple of months ago. We thought maybe he'd been nobbled by the Faith, or by Aristide, so we set up a new place in that shop you found us in."

"I'll be checking that."

"It's true that the tanner has disappeared," Stoll put in. "His whole family were just gone one morning."

Gabriella thought about this. "A strange thing, especially if he was indeed involved in seducing people to either Dreamweed or the Divine Path."

The prisoner was nodding eagerly. "He just went. No word to the Brothers. No word to the..."

"Needy?"

"And, if it means anything to you, there were some real heretics in town: the Church of Syrall."

"Never heard of it."

Stoll spat. "Syrall was some hermit from the Sardenne a hundred years ago. He preached that the Lord of All was really the Lord of Nothing and just a myth to hide people's true natures from themselves."

Gabriella felt sick at the thought. Anyone who looked at Kerberos could see the Lord for themselves.

"Well, they were certainly no friends of the Brotherhood." The prisoner said. "They had a place in a waggoner's shed next to the bakery. They disappeared too, before we could finish them off."

The news didn't surprise Gabriella. The Brotherhood and the Faith did worship the same God, after all. An attack on that God was an attack on both factions.

"All right..." She turned to Stoll. "You can hear his confession in private. We'll check out the tannery and this Church of Syrall thing. Then perhaps one of us should have a chat with Warrigan."

"Perhaps I can help you with that?" Stoll suggested. "He and I do know each other a little. It won't seem odd if I say hello and ask how he's doing."