The Owl Killers (62 page)

Lilith, the night-hag, the winged demon with hairy legs and goat’s feet. The bloodsucker who rides the night, who invades men’s dreams and steals their seed. Who strangles babies in their mothers’ wombs and devours her own children. She fled Adam before the fall, before he brought death into the world. She is immortal. She cannot die. She cannot die in the flames. They will go on burning her forever and she will not die. There cannot be an end to her pain. She will be bound forever, naked and screaming.

If willpower alone could have made my heart stop … but it wouldn’t stop. It just kept on beating as if I wanted to live. I’d taken off my shift and twisted it into a noose. I tried to climb the wall to the bars on the window to hang the noose from them, but I couldn’t reach them. For hours I had searched every inch of that cell, trying to find a nail to scratch open my veins or a sharp shard buried beneath the straw; even in the dark I went on searching with my fingertips. Groping through the straw, sweeping my hands over the cold flags trying to find one scrap of something I might have missed.
Let them not burn me. Blessed Virgin, let me not burn. Please let me die now. I cannot bear it. I know I cannot bear it
.

There were voices outside the window, a woman’s voice and murmuring words too low to be distinct, excited laughter, then a thump against the wooden door.

“I told you, she’s not coming. I saw her ride off towards the forest,” the woman said.

“So, the bitch really believes she can stand against the Aodh, does she? It will be her last ride.”

“Don’t you fancy a ride, Master? Come on—it’s a pity to waste the evening.”

The man laughed. I knew that deep mirthless laugh. It was my cousin Phillip.

“I usually prefer them young and tender, but why not? Most of the women in this village think they have to put up a show of resistance. It gets a little tiresome. They are all strumpets under their skirts; it makes a change to find an honest slut.”

There was a resounding slap on well-rounded flesh and the woman laughed.

“God’s blood … what you wearing?” Phillip was panting. “It would be easier to bed a virgin abbess, and don’t think I haven’t tried.”

“If you’re too weak, I’d best find a man who can keep his end up.”

Another slap, a squeal and low chuckle.

“I could fuck you till dawn and still have strength enough to whip you bloody for the whore you are.”

“Could you now? Why don’t you put your prick where your mouth is and prove it then?” The voice belonged to Pega!

Phillip was grunting hard like a farrowing sow. I stuffed my fingers in my ears, but I could still hear the moans and pants as they copulated against the wall. How could they? How could
she?
She must have known I could hear them; why else would she have come here? I wanted to scream at them to go away, but they’d only laugh and do it all the more. A final groan and it was over.

For a long time I could hear nothing except their deep panting breaths. Then finally Pega spoke. “I’ve wine here; that’ll get you going again. Come on, drink up. I warrant it’s better than that arsehole of a priest is supping tonight.”

“I can swear to that,” Phillip answered. “I’ve suffered the pig’s piss that priest calls wine more than once. Where did you steal this from?”

“The house of women, of course. The leader doesn’t stint herself there. Straight from France this. Sit yourself down and rest a while. Get your strength up; you’ll be needing it. I’ve a few tricks to show you that I warrant none of your highborn ladies can teach you.”

“I bet you learned … a thing or two from those women … heard those foreign whores can …”

Phillip’s voice trailed off into heavy snores. There was what
sounded like a heavy kick into a mass of flesh, but the snores continued unabated.

“Osmanna?”

Pega’s outline suddenly filled the window, blocking out the white. Only someone as tall as she could reach it. In the darkness I couldn’t make out her expression, but I could smell his sweat on her. I crouched against the wall. I couldn’t bear her taunting, not now.

“Osmanna!” The whisper was more urgent this time. “Osmanna, I know you’re awake. Stand up where I can see you.”

“Won’t there be time enough to mock me tomorrow?” I said bitterly. “Why must you come tonight? I’ve no doubt you’re going to watch me burn. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it, revenge on my family?”

“Osmanna, listen to me, I—”

“I’ve already heard you, Pega. Do you creep out to whore every night? Or did you find it amusing to do it outside my window and force me to listen? So you’ve had your fun; now for pity’s sake go and leave me alone.”

“Listen to me, you sour-faced little cat,” Pega snapped. “No one from the beguinage can get near this place. Tutor Martha, the others, they tried. The only way I could do it was to fuck that bastard Phillip to get him off guard. You can’t just walk up to a man and give him drugged wine. He’d have known something was up. There are ways of dealing with a man, which you’d know if you’d ever had to survive in the world for yourself, m’lady.”

“Am I supposed to be grateful that you sacrificed your virtue just to speak to me? It didn’t sound much of an effort from here. Don’t tell me they’ve sent you as my confessor?”

“Nobody sends me anywhere,” Pega retorted. “I came ’cause I’d a mind to, though God alone knows why I bothered. You are the most stubborn, stuck-up vixen that ever drew breath. Anyone who offers you their hand in friendship gets their whole arm bitten off.”

“So why don’t you go and leave me alone?”

“’Cause I’m as stubborn as you are. I heard about the way you faced down old D’Acaster. Though how he ever came to spawn a salty brat like you is a mystery only your mam can answer. For all my talk, I’d not
have the stomach to see this through, not to that end. You’ve the faith to equal any saint. I wish I’d a gill of it.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong, Pega.” I said softly. “It’s not faith. It’s hatred.”

“Is it now? Aye, well that I can understand. I’ve seen hatred drive many a man to face the kind of death that would make faith shrivel in its tracks. Do you hate your father that much? It seems we’ve something in common after all.”

I rushed towards the window and tried to reach up to her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel a warm human hand in mine. “I’m scared, Pega. I am so frightened. You cannot begin to know how much. I can’t face it … haven’t the strength … Help me, Pega, please help me!”

I tried not to cry, but the tears were forcing their way out. A rough hand pressed down on mine, solid and warm as if Pega had the strength to pull me through the tiny space and out into freedom. I clung to her hand like a lost child, wanting her never to let me go, as if she could keep me from all the terrors of this life and the next.

“Pega,” I pleaded, “give me something sharp, your knife or a piece of broken flagon, anything so that I can kill myself before morning. I can’t face the flames, Pega. I can’t do it.”

“You think I came here to help you kill yourself? I’ve thieved, lied, and fornicated for you this night, lass. You think I’m about to add murder to the list?”

“It wouldn’t be murder, if I did it. Pega. Please help me. Please, I beg you. Don’t let them burn me, Pega, please.”

“Course I’m not going to let them burn you, lass. What do you think I’m here for? But we have to hurry. Your cousin’s snoring away like an old boar now, but I don’t want to be around when he wakes up. The pig’ll have a head like a swarm of hornets when he does and serves the bastard right.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Get you out of here, of course; what did you think I came for? The Commissarius kept the key himself, he’d not entrust it even to Phillip. So we’ll have to take you out through the roof, lass. It’s only thatch.”

“But I can’t reach it.”

“No, but I can. They didn’t call me the Ulewic Giant for nothing. I’ve a rope I can use to haul you up once I’ve made a hole. Someone must have been praying some pretty powerful prayers for you, lass—this sea-mist is sent from Heaven. It’ll cover us while I work and our tracks while we make off.”

Her face vanished from the window and I heard the sound of the reeds being torn away above my head. Gradually a bright white patch began to glimmer through the dark roof.

“But we can’t go back to the beguinage, Pega. They’ll come looking for me there and for you too. Phillip’s bound to tell them what you did.”

“Phillip’ll never admit he let himself be tricked by a whore. But he’ll come looking for me, make no mistake, and I’ve no intention of being around when he does. No, lass—you and I are going to have to disappear. Boat to France, then who knows where? I’ve a hankering to see more than this poxy village before I die. We might not make it, and if they catch us, we’ll likely burn together. But they’ll have to catch us first and we’ll give them a run for their money. What say you, Osmanna: You willing to take a chance? You and me together, lass. I reckon with your learning and my brawn, together we could take on the world.”

i
T WAS THE HIGHEST TREE
I’d ever climbed. I could see forever, right over Ulewic and the hills beyond it. I was balancing on the branch and I wasn’t even holding on. I just had my hand pressed against rough bark above, but I wasn’t gripping it, just resting my hand. I could walk that branch without holding on if I wanted, but I wasn’t going to, not yet.

There’d be a fair next May Day, I knew there would be. The tumblers would come again and this time they’d take me. I’d be ready by then; if I practised all winter, when the spring came, I’d show them. I’d show everyone. I’d steal Father’s big sharp knife and cut the webs between my fingers and then Ulewic would have to let me go, for I wouldn’t belong here anymore. With the tumblers I’d travel way beyond the hills to castles and towns bigger even than the forest. And one day we’d come back here to the fair. I’d be wearing a red and gold costume and William wouldn’t even recognise me and I wouldn’t even speak to him, not once.

I’d walk the whole length of the springy pole and when the two men holding the pole on their shoulders bounced it upwards, I’d somersault and land on it again, my fingers spread wide like flowers. Everyone would cheer, especially William; then I’d speak to him, but only so he’d know it was me.

I’d be rich then. Father would beg me to stay the night in the cottage and say that I could have all the best bits from the pot and tell William he’d have to sleep on the floor, but I’d not go. I’d be feasted at the Manor. Father and William would have to wait in the rain in the courtyard outside. If they were nice to me, I’d have a few scraps sent out to them from the table, but only if they were really nice, otherwise I wouldn’t.

“Get down here, Pisspuddle!”

The sudden shout startled me. I slipped, grabbed for the branch,
and hauled myself back up again. My knees stung like fire, skinned on the rough bark. It hurt. It was all his stupid fault, bellowing like that. He made me slip. I hated him.

“I’ll leave you here in the dark by yourself and the Owlman’ll get you!” William bellowed.

“No, wait, I’m coming, William, don’t go.”

I looked round trying to find the quickest way down. I couldn’t remember how I got up here.

“I’m going right now!”

Below me I could see him walking away from the tree.

“No, wait, wait. Look, the sea fog is coming in again. I can see it from here. Look, William, look!”

A thick mist was rolling across the fields, tumbling over itself, sliding along the ground, then rearing up again.

“This’d better not be one of your games.” William swung himself up into the tree and quickly reached the branch below me. He was good at climbing.

“Isn’t, look there.”

The huge wall of fog drifted beyond the village. William sniffed the air and slapped me across my head. I had to grab on tight with both hands to stop myself falling off.

“What did you do that for?”

“You wouldn’t know it if your own arse was on fire. That’s no fog. That’s smoke that is, you daft beggar.”

“What’s afire?”

William shrugged. “House of women, I reckon.”

“Are they burning the women too?”

“Lettice says they’re gone.” William craned to get a better view. “She said Father Ulfrid went out there and there wasn’t a soul left. It was like they’d all vanished in the night.”

The girl they were going to burn was gone too. The door of the jail was still locked, but there was a big hole in the roof. Father Ulfrid said the Owlman had come in the night and torn the roof open with his talons. He ripped her heart out of her chest with his beak and ate it right in front of her while it was still beating. Then he carried her soul straight to Hell in case she repented in the flames and Satan was
cheated of her. Father Ulfrid said she was his greatest prize because she was so wicked, but I didn’t believe she was wicked at all.