Deep Secret (37 page)

Rupert Venables continued

I
took the wheelchair over to the awkward space by the door and sat in it while I concentrated, first on keeping that road established and in sight, and then on slowing the candle flames into eighteen small twinkling flamelets. After that, I checked the node – it was still undisturbed – and Will’s warding, which was in place like rock around us. It all took a while. Nick and Maree had traversed the next slope, and become too small to see in the dimness out there, before I felt I could release any of my attention from it. When I did, I found that Will had established himself in the frilly chair we had pushed against the bathroom door, and the quack chicks had gone to roost under it. Rob was very studiously asleep.

“Rob,” I said “
Rob!”

He woke up artistically. “Yes?”

“Rob,” I said, “there are one or two things I couldn’t talk to you about with Nick here. First, I’m afraid that your Uncle Knarros is dead—”

I had to stop there. Rob cried. He cried like the centaur Kris had cried, tears swelling from his eyes and pouring down over his brown cheeks and shapely mouth, while he stared piteously from Will to me. He seemed unable to speak for some time. We did not like to interrupt his grief. At last he shakily wiped his face with his hands and managed to say, “How?”

“Someone shot him with an Earth-style gun,” I said. “I’m sorry. I should have prevented it, but I was stupid. I had no idea what was going on.” I felt terrible, because Rob had so clearly loved that old granite statue of a centaur. And I had not seen, even though I had realised that the youngsters at the gate had not been waiting for me, that Knarros was deep into double-cross and danger. I had bungled everything I put my hand to lately, from the trial of Timotheo onwards, and it took the tears of a centaur to make me see it.

“How old are you, Rob?” Will asked kindly.

“Eighteen,” Rob said, on a deep groaning sob.

That was old enough for Rob to find a life of his own, I thought, so long as his outlook had not been permanently narrowed by his austere upbringing in that colony.

“And you did say you had other family to go to?” Will asked.

Rob nodded. Rob took to Will, I could see. Will was the rough, but subtle and kindly, countryman type that centaurs most appreciated. “My mother’s still alive,” Rob said, with another sob. “But – but she’s never been well since she had me.”

I could see he felt guilty about this. I sighed, both because the guilt was so pointless and because I saw I was going to have to be the hard man of this interview. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could Will said, “And your father, Rob? Is
he
still alive?”

Rob’s chin came up. His hand went to that gold medallion of his and his still tear-filled eyes stared proudly into Will’s earnest ones. “My father is dead,” he said. “He was the Emperor.”

That confounded me. I had been thinking along quite other lines and this threw all my ideas about. Will looked as confused as I felt. “Then,” Will said rather feebly, “your mother and Knarros must be from a very good family.”

“From the highest bloodlines,” Rob agreed proudly.

We sat and stared at this hurt and desolate centaur prince for a moment. Then I said, “Rob, there are some other things connected with your uncle’s death that I think you ought to—”

There was a strong thumping from behind me, from outside my door. Whoever it was could not get through Will’s warding and was not able to knock on the door. They seemed to be pounding on the carpeted floor of the corridor instead. Presently there were shouts, muffled and distant at first, then stronger and clearer as the man outside discovered how to project his voice through the layers of protection.

“Venables, Venables! Venables, do you hear me?”

The fact that I
could
hear him was alarming. He seemed to have done it by sliding his voice through Will’s working and latching on to my own, more normal, warding beneath. That took great skill and a
lot
of power. My first thought was to pretend I hadn’t heard. One often only knows that a magic has worked when people react to it. I looked at Will, and then at Rob, to warn them to keep quiet. And it was clear Rob had recognised the voice. His head was up. He looked as if he was about to shout back, then thought better of it.

“
Venables!”
It was a strong yell.

“Who is it?” Will asked Rob, genuinely not knowing.

“Gramos,” said Rob. He was surprised and puzzled. “He lives in Thalangia. Why is he here?”

“Gram White,” I said. “He lives here too, Rob.”

“Venables! I know you’re there!
Answer
me!” White yelled. “I shan’t go away until you do!”

“Answer him. Get rid of him,” Will muttered.

I projected my voice back, pretending to be sleepy. “Hello. What is it?”

“You’ve got Nick Mallory in there, haven’t you?” White shouted.

“No I haven’t,” I replied, with some truth. “Why?”

“His mother’s worried about him,” yelled White.

I shouted back, again with some truth, “I don’t know where Nick is. Why the hell
should
I know? But tell Janine I’ll tell Nick she wants him if I see him.”

White did not believe me. He made some kind of threat, in a lower voice, about what he would do if I was lying. Then he stood outside the door muttering for a bit. After that he seemed to go away. I felt through the warding after him, and it seemed to me that he did genuinely walk away down the corridor. But I didn’t speak until I was sure.

“Rob,” I said, “was it Gram White your uncle was expecting this afternoon? The kids at the gate were waiting for someone. And Knarros didn’t come and speak to me until he’d had time to take the magework off the path.”

“Yes,” said Rob, beginning to look alarmed. “Gramos was expected.”

“And Janine too – Nick’s mother?” I asked.

Rob gave me one of his limpidly honest looks. “It was the Empress Jaleila who was expected,” he said. “She is my aunt. Gramos is her brother.”

“But this Empress is Nick’s mother,” I insisted.

“Yes,” Rob admitted.

“Hang on. I don’t get this!” Will said. “The Koryfonic Empire doesn’t ever have an Empress.”

“The title is taken, in the event of the Emperor’s demise, by the Emperor’s sole surviving consort,” Rob told him, evidently reciting a law.

“Then I think the title should be taken by the High Lady Alexandra,” I told Rob. “Janine – Jaleila – is merely a Lesser Consort, isn’t she?”

“I had no idea the High Lady had survived!” Rob prevaricated.

“
Isn’t
she?” I insisted. “Jaleila, Nick’s mother, a Lesser Consort?”

“Yes,” he said. “But—”

“Rob,” I said. “Please. Listen to the rest. These two came into the compound and one of them promptly cut the throats of the two lads and then shot the little girl, while the other tried to shoot me and then shot your uncle. Then—”

“Was Kris all right?” Rob asked urgently.

“They sent him away,” I said. Rob visibly relaxed. I went on, “And after he and I discovered the bodies, Kris went off down through the wood, where he seems to have come upon Gram and Janine a moment or so after they stripped Maree. I gather Kris raised an outcry…”

Rob all but smiled. “Yes, Kris is very honest. Nobody told him anyth—” He stopped and looked anxiously at my face. “What else happened?”

“Kris was next seen,” I said, “running for his life, with Janine chasing him in Maree’s car, while Gram fired at him out of its window.”

“
What?”
Rob’s front hooves hit the floor and he was half upright before the pain of his side checked him. “
What?”
Tears welled from his eyes again. “But Gramos is Kris’s
father
! Gramos
shot
him?”

“It’s all right,” I said. “We think Kris escaped. Stan – the witness – says Kris jumped like a bird into the nearest vineyard.”

Rob subsided slowly back on to the bed. “Well, thank all the gods for that!”

“Hang on. Here’s another thing I don’t get,” Will put in. “Why are you so worried about this Kris? You didn’t turn a hair when Rupert told you the three kids you were brought up with had had their throats cut.”

“You didn’t bother much about Maree either, did you?” I said. “It doesn’t seem to mean anything to you that she sewed you up.” I said it much more angrily and bitterly than I had expected to. I had to gulp back a sob as I said it. It took me by surprise.

Rob was taken by surprise too. “But,” he said, bewildered, “why should I care? None of them was our bloodline.”

Will was – spontaneously and totally – disgusted. He got up, he kicked the frilly chair aside and he shot Rob a look of sheer contempt, and then turned his back on him. The quack chicks picked up on Will’s feelings and scooted for cover under the wheelchair. Will said, “Of all the – the – the – I can’t think of a vile enough word, frankly!”

Rob stared at Will’s back. I could see dismay growing in him. He had, as I thought, very much taken to Will. “You mean,” he asked huskily, after a moment, “you think I
should
care?”

Will whirled round. “Of course you should bloody well care!” he yelled. The force of it made the tiny flames on the candles flicker. “What kind of a way have you been brought up? Three kids and a young woman get murdered and all you can say is they weren’t your bloody bloodline! And damn it all, that’s not even
true
! The Emperor was their father as well as yours! They were your
brothers and sisters
, Rob!”

Rob flinched and looked down at the duvet. After another pause, he said, “Yes, I suppose they were.”

“Hark at him!” Will said to me. “He supposes they were! That’s accessory to murder talking, that is!”

The whole of Rob shook with a sudden deep sob.

“You
do
cry easy!” Will began again. “You—”

“Give him a break, Will,” I said. We seemed to have changed roles, Will and I, me to the soft man, Will to the hard. “He’s been brought up to consider only the offspring of Knarros’s two sisters, as I see it. And Janine as White’s sister, I imagine, with the Emperor linking them again. Is that right, Rob? You consider Nick’s the next Emperor, don’t you?”

Rob nodded. He clearly could not speak.

“Gah!” said Will. “Upbringing
nothing
! He’s got a mind. He’s mage-trained. That means he’s got to have a mind of his own. Come to that, why doesn’t he consider
himself
as the next Emperor? He’s the Emperor’s eldest surviving son, isn’t he?”

Rob looked up in genuine, huge astonishment. “But I’m a centaur!”

“So? said Will. “Racist too, are we, as well as conniving at murder?”

“I—” said Rob. He swallowed, and the gold pendant bobbed on his smooth throat. “I didn’t see it that way. I swear.”

His wonderful features were twisted with sincere misery. I could see he really had not, before this, considered his part in today’s horrors. Well, neither had I. I hadn’t done so well either. I had contrived to keep Dakros away from the colony so that White could do his dirty work in peace. Rob and I had both been manipulated. “You might as well,” I said, “tell us what you really did say to Nick and Maree in the lift.”

Rob shrugged. “I said we were all the Emperor’s children, of course. I knew Nick because he looks like me, only paler. And he was wearing his medallion under his shirt, so there was proof. Maree said hers was somewhere in the junk in her room. She—” He was beginning to look happier, talking around and beside the actual message he had been sent to give. I coughed, to remind him. He shot me a look which, to do him justice, was full of sober guilt. “I – I had to tell Maree that Knarros wanted to see her,” he said, “because she was the Emperor’s eldest child and ought to take the throne.”

“What did
she
say?” I asked with strong curiosity.

“She said she’d go and tell Knarros to get stuffed,” Rob said.

I could imagine that. “For what reason? No, don’t tell me. Because she was going to be a vet.”

Rob grinned, a wondrous, rueful smile, on one side of his mouth. “No. She said she wanted to be a Magid.” Will and I both stared at him. “Honestly,” he said. “We were arguing about that when you pulled the lift down. I said she could be a Magid
and
—”

His head jerked round towards the far end of the rows of candles.

There were sounds there, from out of sight where the road dipped downhill. Will and I shot one another tense, incredulous looks. This quick? We could hear pebbles clinking, panting and fast footsteps, coming closer. Someone was definitely coming up. We waited, staring at the spot where we thought we might first see that person’s head come into view. We had all been far too preoccupied to have noticed anyone approaching along the more distant parts of the road, but I thought, from memory, that when Will had exploded my eye
had
been catching a faint flicker of motion out there.

We were all watching the wrong spot. It took us all by surprise when Nick hurled himself between the candles and along the carpet and stood there, bent over, panting like a train.

“What happened?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Where’s Maree?”

I think we all spoke at once, but Nick answered me. “Left – left her at the bridge,” he gasped. “Too far for her – here and back. She’s OK. Livelier – you know.” He stopped and panted loudly. “There’s this bridge,” he said, when he was breathing easier, “and it’s got these rather weird guardians. They won’t let us through because we didn’t – didn’t bring the right stuff. They said go back and find another verse. So I came.”

“Damn!” said Will. “Another verse? How?”

“Zinka!” I said. I jumped up, much to the consternation of the quack chicks. “I’ll go and find her.”

“The candles,” Rob said.

Nick, now kneeling between the rows like a spent Olympic sprinter, echoed Rob. “Yes, the candles.”

They were right. The candles would be burning lower every minute we took finding the missing verse. But we dared not blow them out while Maree was still out there. “Suppose,” I said, “we were to put them out all but the two nearest the road? Do you think that would be enough to keep the road still there, Will?”