For herself. For revenge. For how Michael had used her. And maybe… maybe for Kay. He’d need her if things turned violent. Which, given the situation, was exceedingly likely.
The laptop chimed.
‘What have you got?’ Kay asked. He looked both eager and apprehensive. This would be his Ordeal. A test an Oracle was never normally given. Billi could see Kay wanted this too much and it made her nervous.
They all stared at the map. Lines were drawn from star to star marking out astrological patterns, but to Billi it just looked like random shapes. Elaine took a deep breath and highlighted a series of points. These nodes lit up red, and a date appeared at the bottom of the screen.
‘Seven days,’ said Elaine. She put her hand on Kay’s. ‘We bind Michael in seven days.’
A dull, low grey sky hung over a packed Trafalgar Square. Billi was glad to be off the bus. She’d been feeling sick all the way, trapped under some bloke’s stinking armpit for the entire journey in the crowded, juddering vehicle. Drizzle spat on her cheeks and she pulled up her hood, then walked through a band of tourists, Kay right behind her, weaving through their backpacks and avoiding their cameras.
‘Sense anything?’
Kay shook his head. ‘All clear.’
In the centre rose Nelson’s Column, fifty metres high and guarded by four immense bronze lions. In each corner of the square was a pedestal. Three bore statues of the great and good, but one was empty. She kept to the north pedestrianized road in front of the National Portrait Gallery, a huge neo-classical building that ran the length of the square. Street entertainers directed small crowds to watch their performances: some guy was dressed as Charlie Chaplin, playing out a routine almost a hundred years old. A couple of rollerbladers weaving in and out and between a row of upturned cups. A Roman soldier painted silver standing statue-still with a bucket at his feet and children making faces at him. Billi watched them laughing as their parents tried to get them in order and into the gallery.
There were children everywhere. She watched a small boy in blue chase a cloud of pigeons off the ground. The air filled with flapping grey and black feathers, but the birds were too canny and experienced to collide with anyone. The flock took off, circled widely, then landed not a dozen metres away. The boy set off after them again.
She watched the happy crowds and shivered. It was cold up here, alone.
No, not alone any more. Kay stood silently beside her.
‘It’ll be OK,’ he said. She wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself.
‘Kay, the eternal optimist.’ Billi laughed.
‘True, very true.’ He gestured at the people below them. ‘If you could only see, just for a minute. Really see. Then you’d never give up.’
She watched him. Kay’s face held a gentle calmness, a certainty of purpose. He never doubted. It wasn’t the vicious fanaticism of her dad’s, just an unshakeable faith in what he did.
‘Do you think you can do it? The binding, I mean.’
‘I have to try.’
‘Kay, if you’re not ready then you’ve got to tell him. If it’s too dangerous you’ve got to say. Getting killed isn’t heroic.’
‘Billi, aren’t you afraid? When you go out on a Hot Meet? During the Ordeal?’
What sort of stupid question was that? She’d spent half her life scared out of her wits.
Kay frowned, then turned to look at her. ‘Do you know how I feel, when I see you go out?’ He lowered his head. ‘Unworthy.’
‘So, it’s just about heroics?’
‘Some things are worth fighting for.’
‘What things?’
Kay pulled off his cap and twisted it. ‘That dream of yours.’
‘But I didn’t tell you – oh.’
‘All those bodies in the streets, all that grief.’ He took hold of her hand. She tried to ignore how good it felt. ‘Can you imagine what it’ll be like here? How many dead? If we don’t stop Michael who will?’
‘You’re willing to risk dying to stop him?’
‘Could you live with yourself if you didn’t?’
A couple walked past. They held hands and the young man had a balloon, though he was in his twenties.
‘What do you see, Billi?’ He reached over, and touched her arm lightly. ‘He’s just proposed to her. You can see it by the light. He’s thrilled, but scared. They’ll love, they’ll live and they’ll die. Like all things.’ He seemed lost in thought. ‘But isn’t that enough? Isn’t that worth dying for?’
‘Don’t talk like that.’
‘Billi, you need to be -’
Billi kissed him. She didn’t want to hear any more.
She did it without thinking, because if she had her courage might have failed. She darted forward and pressed her lips to his. He was warm, and that heat flooded through her, a tingling sensation that sank into her bones. Her fingers tightened on the balcony edge so Kay was trapped between her and the low wall, their bodies squashed together. He cupped his hands around her face and Billi felt his eyelashes flutter against hers. Then, with a slight sigh, he drew away. Away, but not far. Not far at all.
His gem-like eyes were huge, clear and flawless. Billi could see her own dark orbs floating in them. Kay’s palms were hot against her cheeks. She gently leaned back and touched her tongue over her lips. Kay tasted nice.
‘Not interrupting anything, am I?’
They broke apart and Billi saw Bors standing in front of them, hot dog in his hand.
Doesn’t he ever stop scoffing?
Bors leered and ran his tongue over his ketchup-smeared mouth. ‘Because if I am I could come back later.’
‘We’d finished,’ said Kay, acting unfazed and leaving all the blushing to Billi. ‘You the only one?’
Bors shook his head. ‘Master Gwaine and Gareth are with me.’
‘Seneschal Gwaine, you mean,’ said Billi.
Bors pushed the last of his snack into his mouth. He talked as he chewed, spitting gobs of pink meat and onion over the floor.
‘Was it Arthur who gave the thirteen-ten? Needed his bed pan changed, did he?’
‘You shut your mouth.’
‘Try it, little girl.’
Billi stepped forward, but Kay raised his hand.
‘This is pointless. Arthur’s in charge and it’s as simple as that. Gwaine will toe the line if he knows what’s good for him.’
Bors wiped his mouth with his jacket sleeve. ‘Think I’m scared of Arthur?’
‘Of course you are,’ said Gareth, emerging from the crowd. ‘The Devil himself is scared of Art.’ He signalled to Pelleas, who stood leaning against the wall, on guard.
They’d made it, thank God. There were smiles and hugs all round. Even Bors, despite himself, looked relieved.
Kay explained Arthur’s plan and they all listened silently. Billi stood beside him, amazed at how confident and sure of himself he was. He told them about the binding and she could tell they were impressed.
‘Why not now? Why in seven days?’ asked Bors.
‘The alignment of planets. Technical stuff,’ said Billi. ‘You wouldn’t understand.’
Kay interrupted before Bors could reply. ‘We need to optimize my chances of success.’
Pelleas and Gareth looked at each other. Billi noticed Gareth shake his head.
‘What? What’s wrong?’ asked Billi. ‘Hold on, isn’t Berrant meant to be in your lance? Where is he?’
Pelleas looked at her, stuck in indecision. Then he frowned. ‘Berrant’s dead, Billi.’
She stared at him. The words took a long time to register. ‘Dead?’
Pelleas nodded, his eyes downcast. ‘Michael found our safe house.’
‘But how?’ asked Kay. Bors butted in.
‘The wards on our safe houses aren’t strong enough. We might as well have a neon sign on our roof saying “TEMPLARS HERE”.’
‘Are you sure it’s because of the wards? Maybe one of his ghuls spotted you?’ asked Kay.
‘Your wards didn’t stop him in the reliquary, did they? What makes you think they’ll stop him now?’ said Bors. He spat some gristle at Kay’s feet. ‘You may want to take your own sweet time performing your mumbo-jumbo, but Michael’s picking us off. In a week there won’t be any of us left.’