2›What if they’re already dead? 2›
Alice pushed the thought from her mind. She couldn’t afford to think like that. She had to keep believing that everything was going to be all right.
At the entrance, Audric turned and smiled at her, his speckled amber eyes sparkling in anticipation.
“What is it, Audric?” she said quickly. “There’s something,” she broke off, unable to find the word she wanted. “Something…”
“I have been waiting a long time,” he said softly.
Waiting? To find the book?“
He shook his head. “For redemption,” he said.
“Redemption? But for what?” Alice was astonished to realise she had tears in her eyes. She bit her lip to stop herself breaking down. “I don’t understand, Audric,” she said, her voice cracking.
“Pas a pas se va luenh,‘ he said. ”You saw these words in the chamber carved at the top of the steps?“
Alice looked at him surprise. Yes, but how did-“
He held out his hand for the torch. “I must go in.”
Battling her conflicting emotions, Alice handed it to him without another word. She watched him walk down the tunnel, waiting until the last pinprick of light had disappeared, before turning away.
The cry of an owl nearby made her jump. The slightest sound seemed magnified a hundred times over. There was malignancy in the darkness. The trees looming around her, the awesome shadow of the mountain itself, the way the rocks seemed to be taking on unfamiliar, threatening shapes. In the distance she thought she heard the sound of a car on a road somewhere down in the valley.
Then the silence came surging back.
Alice glanced at her watch. It was nine-forty.
At a quarter to ten, two powerful car headlights swept into the car park at the foot of the Pic de Soularac.
Paul Authie killed the engine and got out. He was surprised to find Francois-Baptiste wasn’t there waiting for him. Authie glanced up in the direction of the cave with a sudden flash of alarm that they might already be in the chamber.
He dismissed the thought. His nerves were starting to get to him. Braissart and Domingo had been there until an hour ago. If Marie-Cecile or her son had turned up, he’d have heard about it.
His hand went to the control box in his pocket, set to detonate the explosives and already counting down. There was nothing he had to do. Just wait. And watch.
Authie felt for the cross around his neck and started to pray.
A sound in the woods that bordered the car park caught his attention. Authie opened his eyes. He could see nothing. He went back to the car the headlamps and turned on the headlights full beam. The trees leaped out of the dark in front of him, stripped of colour.
He shielded his eyes and looked again. This time, he detected movement in the dense undergrowth.
“Francoise-Baptiste?”
No one answered. Authie could feel the short hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. “We haven’t got the time for this,” he shouted into the darkness, injecting a tone of irritation into his voice. “If you want the book and the ring, come out here where I can see you.”
Authie started to wonder if he’d misjudged the situation.
“I’m waiting,” he called out.
This time, he heard something. He suppressed a smile as a figure started to take shape among the trees.
“Where’s O’Donnell?”
Authie nearly laughed at the sight of Francois-Baptiste walking towards him, wearing a jacket several sizes too large for him. He looked pathetic.
“You’re alone?” he said.
“None of your fucking business,” he said, coming to a halt on the edge of the woods. “Where’s Shelagh O’Donnell?”
Authie jerked his head in the direction of the cave. “She’s already up there waiting for you, Francois-Baptiste. Thought I’d save you the bother.” He gave a short laugh. “I don’t think she’ll give you any trouble.”
“What about the book?”
“In there too.” He shot the cuffs on his shirt. “The ring as well. All delivered as promised. On time.”
Francois-Baptiste gave a sharp laugh. “Gift-wrapped too, I suppose,” he said sarcastically. You don’t expect me to believe you’ve just left them up there?“
Authie looked at him with contempt. “My task was to retrieve the book and the ring, which is what I’ve done. I’ve also returned your – what shall we call her – your spy, at the same time. Call it philanthropy on my part.” He narrowed his eyes. “What Madame de l’Oradore chooses to do with her is her business.”
Doubt flickered across the boy’s face.
“All out of the goodness of your heart?”
“For the Noublesso Veritable,” Authie said mildly. “Or have you not yet been invited to join? I imagine being merely her son makes no difference. Go and have a look. Or is your mother already up there getting ready?”
Francois-Baptiste darted a glance at him.
“Did you think she hadn’t told me?” Authie took a step towards him.
“Do you think I don’t know what she does?” He could feel the anger rising in him. “Have you see her, Francois-Baptiste? Have you seen the ecstasy on her face when she speaks those obscene words, those blasphemous words? It’s an offence against God!”
“Don’t you dare talk about her like that!” he said, his hand moving to his pocket.
Authie laughed. “That’s right. Ring her. She’ll tell you what to do. What to think. Don’t do anything without asking her first.”
He turned away and started to walk back to the car. He heard the release of the safety catch seconds before it registered what it was. In disbelief, Authie spun round. He was too slow. He heard the snap of the bullets, one, two in quick succession.
The first went wide. The second hit him in the thigh. The bullet went straight through, shattering the bone, and out the other side. Authie went down, screaming, as the shock of the pain went through him.
Francois-Baptiste was walking towards him, the gun held straight in front of him with both hands. Authie tried to crawl away, leaving a trail of blood behind him on the gravel, but the boy was upon him now.
For a moment, their eyes met. Then Francois-Baptiste fired again.
Alice jumped.
The sound of the shots cut through the still mountain air. It bounced off the rock and reverberated around her.
Her heart started to race. She couldn’t work out where the shots had come from. At home, she’d know it was only a farmer shooting rabbits or crows.
It didn’t sound like a shotgun.
She jumped down to the ground, as quietly as she could, and peered out into the darkness to where she thought the car park was. She heard a car door slam shut. Now, she could pick out the sound of human voices, words carried on the air.
2›What’s Audric doing in there? 2›
They were a long way off, but she could sense their presence on the mountain. Alice heard the occasional sound of a pebble as their feet dislodged gravel and stones from the path. The crack of a twig.
Alice edged closer to the entrance, sending desperate glances towards the cave as if, by sheer force of will, she could conjure Audric out of the darkness.
2›Why doesn’t he come? 2›
Audric?“ she hissed. There’s someone coming. Audric?”
Nothing but silence. Alice peered into the darkness of the tunnel stretching out before her and felt her courage waver.
But you have to warn him.
Praying she’d not left it too late, Alice turned and ran down towards the labyrinth chamber.
CHAPTER 78
Los Seres
MARC 1244
Despite Sajhe’s injuries, they made good time, following the line of the river south from Montsegur. They travelled light and rode hard, stopping only to rest and water the horses, using their swords to break the ice. Guilhem saw immediately that Sajhe’s skills exceeded his own.
He knew a little of Sajhe’s past, how he had carried messages from the parfaits to the isolated and far-flung villages of the Pyrenees and delivered intelligence to the rebel fighters. It was clear the younger man knew every passable valley and ridge, and every concealed track in the woods, gorges and the plains.