Daughters of Fire (69 page)

He was ready to ride by mid-morning, but his second in command, Lucius, shook his head. ‘You don’t know what she’s going to do yet. You have to wait. You can’t risk her calling out the Brigantes and heading south.’ He stared round with a barely concealed shudder. ‘This woman commands thousands of men. Your orders were to woo her. To keep her out of the fight, so,’ the man grinned somewhat woodenly, ‘woo her you must.’

That was not so easy. He did not see her that day or the following night. Nor the next although he and his men were made ostentatiously welcome, and entertained and fed as honoured guests. Where she was he didn’t know. When at last she reappeared in the township, riding in at dusk on her chariot with Fergal at the reins, it was to summon him formally soon after to the great round house. Her warriors were there and her Druids, the leader of whom appeared, to his astonishment, to be a woman. It was then that Cartimandua broke the news to him of the sack of Camulodunum.

‘The place is burned. The temple of Claudius utterly destroyed. The Romans murdered,’ she said. Her face was impassive. He couldn’t tell if she was pleased or sorry. ‘I understand the IX legion was hurrying to their aid. They were ambushed. They too have been destroyed.’

Gaius could feel himself reeling with shock. He did not doubt for a minute the truth of what she told him. Her followers were staring at him impassively as she went on. ‘I am sorry if your wife and child were involved -’ For a moment he thought he saw a glimpse of real humanity in her eyes, then it had gone. ‘If you wish to leave, I understand.’

He tried to think. For a long moment he was completely unable to throw off the shock. It was Lucius who answered for him. ‘Gaius Flavius Cerialis thanks you, Great Queen, for your consideration, but our orders are to remain here at your service -’ Was that the slightest hesitation? ‘If his wife and child have died, they will be honoured as dying in the service of the Emperor.’

The man saw her frown slightly and glance at Gaius. He saw her face soften and he nodded, satisfied. She was only a woman. And as a woman Gaius would tame her.

Hugh groaned. How could she? How could she have betrayed the men she loved? Vellocatus. Venutios. But she was doing it for her people. Always for her people. Like Venutios, she was at heart a patriot. And she had never known how much Venutios had loved her.

It appeared she had sent messengers to enquire after his wife. Gaius listened incredulously as four days later she relayed the news. ‘The lady Augusta was at your villa when Camulodunum was sacked. The slaves have gone, following Boudica, and are now freemen once again, but she is safe, as is your son.’ She paused. ‘You are blessed to have a son. I hope you realise it.’ He saw the wistful regret in her eyes.

His relief was palpable as he bowed slightly. ‘I am grateful for that news at least. Thank you.’

‘Good.’ She smiled. ‘Then we will celebrate tonight.’

He had the feeling they were celebrating the sacking of his city, but he did not enquire into the reason for the feast too deeply. Instead he concentrated on his role. He was to distract the queen and distract her he did as the summer wore on and still her husband did not return.

Once again she played him like a fish and once again she pulled him in helpless before her wiles, perfectly aware that he thought himself the initiator of the distraction. Only when she permitted him finally to hear of the burning of Londinium and Verulamium did she allow him at last to leave.

‘You have done your duty, Roman,’ she said, eyebrow raised. ‘Single-handed you have distracted me from supporting Queen
Boudica.’ She was laughing at him as he stood before her. ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell of your role in upholding the frontiers of the Empire. It shall be our secret. But now I think your master would probably like you home. They must be running out of men.’

He felt his face grow hot. ‘Rome will win in the end. They will quell this rebellion. Boudica will pay with her life and with the lives of thousands of her supporters.’

‘You think so?’ She stood for a moment, staring at him. ‘We’ll see.’ As he bowed and turned away he was left with the picture of her standing, arms folded, watching. She did not show any regret that he was leaving. Her face was like engraved stone.

Hugh leaned back against a rocky outcrop, exhausted, and surveyed the land falling away into the haze at his feet.

Venutios was sitting staring into the fire, exhausted with rage and grief at his defeat at the hands of Carta’s Roman augmented army, when Medb found him at last. She stood, looking down at him, her clear eyes full of spite. ‘So, now you know the full extent of their duplicity.’

He straightened with a frown. ‘How did you get here? I thought I told you to go. I thought I told you never to come near me again!’ He looked round for his servants, but the great house seemed strangely empty. The darkness was lit only by the licking flames.

She gave a small sneering smile. ‘I have been watching you. Both of you. In the waters; in the clouds. I have seen it all. She has borne Vellocatus a child. The child you never allowed her to bear you.’

‘I don’t believe you!’

‘It’s true.’ She smiled. ‘Do you want me to show you in the fire? I’ll conjure a vision for you.’

‘And I’ll still not believe it!’

‘Then you’ll believe this. You let her take the brooch I gave you. That has given her power.’

‘Nonsense! That brooch was cursed.’

She smiled. ‘That brooch tied us together, Venutios. When you
gave it to her, you severed your ties to Brigantia. She gave it to Vellocatus.’

She smiled at the anguish on his face. ‘If she did but know it, it binds them together. Through its magic, if she looks, she can follow his every move.’

‘You did that to me?’ Venutios turned on her.

She laughed. ‘Did you not guess?’

‘You bitch!’ He said it almost fondly. ‘So, now you will undo that magic.’

‘Sadly I can’t do that.’ She shook her head. ‘And why should I when through its power I can watch them.’ She leaned towards him. ‘Do you want to see them, Venutios? Do you want to see the woman who was your wife in bed with her new husband? Look into the flames! Let me show you!’

‘No!’ His shout echoed around the room.

‘You should have kept me near you, Venutios!’ She bared her small white teeth. ‘I was a powerful ally. You do not want me as an enemy.’

‘This is all your fault? This war with Cartimandua, her love for my charioteer is your fault?’ He turned on her suddenly. ‘You are telling me it could have been avoided?’

She laughed. ‘Of yes, it could have been avoided. But that would have deprived me of so much pleasure. I wanted her to suffer. I wanted to see her weep and cry and scream her unhappiness and her agony. And I have succeeded. Her world has fallen apart. Her people will die and starve and watch their homes burn and they and she will know it is all her fault!’

‘You evil hag!’ Venutios lunged towards her.

She dodged out of his reach, laughing. ‘And you, Venutios. You will know that I could have been your friend! I could have helped you!’ She shook her head. ‘She’s slept with the Roman again as well, did you know that?’ she taunted. ‘She preferred even a Roman to you, Venutios!’

‘You bitch!’ There was no fondness in the term this time.

She laughed again. ‘My magic could have saved you so much anguish, but you turned your back on me, and for that you will pay!’ She ducked away from him but this time he was quicker than she was.

‘Oh no.’ He moved towards her, light-footed as a cat, and caught her wrist. ‘Oh no, Medb, you will not escape me that easily.’

He dragged her close to him and held her, her face only inches from his own. ‘I loved Cartimandua! She was the light of my soul. Because of you and your vicious jealousy and plotting you have torn apart our lives.’ He was speaking through gritted teeth.

She laughed in his face. ‘And will tear them some more!’

‘I don’t think so.’ For several seconds he stared at her in silence until at last he saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes. She tried to wriggle free but he was far too strong. ‘No.’ He shook his head, almost sadly. ‘No, Medb. Now you have overstepped the mark. I don’t know why I was ever afraid of you. I thought you so powerful, so frightening, but you are nothing but a piece of dirt in the wind. You learned a few cheap tricks from the Druids at Dun Pelder who thought you were a promising student until they saw through you, and on those tricks you have relied all these years to work your vicious magic. No longer. You are going to pay for what you have done to Cartimandua with your life.’

‘Not me.’ She thrust her chin upwards in a last burst of courage. ‘If you kill me, I shall haunt her and you forever!’

‘Haunt away, lady.’ He let go her wrists and grabbed her by the throat. ‘Cartimandua and I will find a way of getting together again one day, I promise you, and we’ll send you to the lands of the ever dead!’

She had such a slim throat.

He snapped her neck as if it were a twig and watched as she fell at his feet, a crumpled doll, her skirt folding gently around her like the petals of a flower trailing into the embers of the fire.

He stood for a long time looking down at her.

‘I will fight Cartimandua because I have no option now; and I will probably kill her,’ he said quietly to the lifeless woman. ‘But one day, in another life, she and I will meet and love again. And this time you will not be there to push us apart. You and your cursed brooch and your filthy tricks.’

Only when a servant came in at last to build up the fire did he walk away, leaving the man staring in horror. ‘Remove her and throw her body to the wolves,’ he said shortly. ‘She deserves no more.’

Peggy stood back ‘That’s enough.’ She gestured with the gun barrel. ‘We’ve wasted enough time.’

Pat had straightened. ‘Why do you want the brooch so badly, Peggy?’ she asked suddenly as she put her hand beneath Viv’s elbow and pulled her to her feet.

‘Because it contains all that is left of Medb’s power.’ Peggy smiled. ‘Isn’t that why you want it?’ She laughed. ‘Of course. You don’t know, do you. You have no idea what you two have been playing with.’

‘And you’re planning to throw the brooch into the falls?’ Pat’s head was clearing slowly. Medb had gone.

‘No!’ Peggy shook her head. ‘I shall use it. I shall use it the way Medb intended it to be used. The brooch is not a sacrifice! For sacrifice to the gods I shall use what the gods have always preferred. Human blood.’ Her foot slipped on the loose stones and she lurched forward, waving the gun.

Pat ducked, her face white. ‘For God’s sake, be careful!’ She took a deep breath. ‘Viv, can’t you remember where you put the brooch? It would be really good to find it, I think.’

Viv was standing, blinking around her, dazed. She nodded. ‘I’m trying. Believe me, I’m trying. It’s here. Somewhere. I tucked it deep into one of these cracks.’

‘Grikes,’ Peggy said, shaking her head. The gun wavered. ‘We call them grikes. Grikes between the clints. Good hiding places.’

Pat reached for Viv’s hand. ‘Come on,’ she said quietly. ‘You lead the way.’ She looked up and caught Viv’s eye. It was only a glance but Viv saw Pat there. Not Medb. Her eyes had cleared.