She strode across the room and whispered, ‘What is the matter?’
‘I think Lacanta’s still alive,’ I replied. ‘We must move quickly.’
Back to Optryx
I needed more time, more clarity, and to get back into Optryx to work out what might have happened in the Temple of Trymus that night.
‘I do not follow you,’ Leana said.
I passed her the notes recorded only moments earlier. ‘This is his description of the missing girl he was asking about. See for yourself.’
Leana held up the document and we walked a little more slowly while she read. ‘Oh. I think I see now.’
‘And what do you see?’
‘It reads like a description of Lacanta.’ She handed back the note, buried her hands in her pockets and we picked up our pace once again.
‘Exactly. So, what if someone like Lacanta had come along at the right time – someone who was utterly anonymous. What if that same woman fell into the hands of the king? For months she could have been kept prisoner until the right moment. In her desperation she carves her holy symbol upon the wall. A Lacanta lookalike, this priestess could have easily been killed just over an hour before Maxant entered that temple in front of everyone. With the body still that fresh, without stiffness having started to set in, no one could possibly have noticed that the body had been planted. What’s more, guests would have seen the real Lacanta only moments before, fooling everyone into believing that the murder took place within a different time frame entirely. There is no possible way Lacanta could have been killed so quickly, and especially not behind a locked door. Furthermore, General Maxant crashes through and places the key in the lock on the inside of the door to confuse everyone. What was made to look impossible, or the use of magic, turns out to be simple to explain.’
‘That must mean that Lacanta and Maxant were working together on this.’
‘As was, I suspect, the king. However, if a royal is involved in such deceit and treachery – and it can be proven – we’ll immediately have to call in others in the Sun Chamber, a few soldiers from our Sun Legion does not seem enough.’
Thankfully the king was not in residence. His banners were not on display by the entrance gate and the guards of the King’s Legion seemed confused about whether or not I could go in, despite the fact that Veron had supplied me with the week’s password. Their uncertainty unnerved me – the king had given us access, so had he suddenly declared that access revoked? Lacanta’s body, we were told, was being kept in a temple further down the city, and there was an effort to steer us in that direction, but I wanted to see inside the residence. Eventually I managed to negotiate our entry, threatening to bring the Sun Chamber army.
We dashed to the chamber where I had previously seen the sign of Ptrell. Once the door was opened for me, I headed straight up to the sign on the walclass="underline" it was indeed still there, as clear as ever, an eye set within a palm. The priestess must have been kept in here for a while before she was murdered, to have taken the care to engrave it with such neatness, and so deeply, into the stone.
Aside from a couple of wooden crates and a rack of clay pots, there were few signs of use for the room. A few flecks of blood remained on the wall, which could have come from anywhere, and the floor tiles had been scrubbed – one area, near the door, even retained brush marks in the dried, dirtied water, which suggested to me that no one previously used this place at all. I enquired with the cooks and staff nearby as to whether or not they entered the room, but half of them had never seen it open, while the others merely assumed it was a storage area.
Standing in the doorway, I peered down the passage. The room was located near to the Temple of Trymus so she could have been moved there quickly and with discretion, and without coming into contact with the guests that evening. It was also close to the kitchens – and I recalled the king’s physician, Yago Boll, suggesting that a small fruit knife might have been used as the murder weapon. That weapon had long since disappeared, but if it had been a fruit knife, then the kitchen was where the murderer could have acquired one.
As we left Optryx, I had the suspicion we had upset someone. Certain members of staff started to give us accusing glances, and pointed in our direction. A soldier was called over, but we didn’t hang around to learn of the results.
The day had started bright, but a few hours into it clouds began to move in again, the rays of sunlight few and far between. Under such darkening skies we located the temple, on the edge of Regallum, where Lacanta’s – or rather the priestess’s – body was being kept.
‘What will you look for?’ Leana asked.
‘The description we were given by the priest made a reference to several ear studs on her right ear, but none on the left – these were part of her indoctrination ritual. I want to look for the holes these piercings would have left – Lacanta would never exhibit such an unusual array of decoration because of the fashions of the city. If they are there we’ll know for certain that Lacanta is still alive.’
This particular Temple of Trymus was small and had to be sought out with some effort. It was located down a narrow lane ending up at a low limestone wall, so it was a place of little traffic. The bearded head of Trymus was carved in stone above the entrance, and a large, locked wooden door stood in our way. I knocked, but there was no answer, and Leana scrutinized the rest of the building but could find no other means of entry.
The lock mechanism was easy enough to pick and, a few moments later, I pushed the door open to find darkness beyond.
Once our eyes adjusted, the light from the street was our only guide, until Leana found a candle in a nearby room that was still lit for the offerings. Where was the pontiff of the temple?
It did not take long to locate the body. It had been stretched out within an elaborate gold cot with highly polished details of fauna; precious silks had been wrapped around her body and her face had been painted red. Various faces of Trymus, carved from marble and bronze, loomed over her from the surrounding walls.
‘Could you bring over that candle?’ I said.
Leana stepped closer and we looked down over Lacanta’s head. I lifted away her hair and examined her ears closely. The skin was not what it was, and possessed a dried, frail texture, but sure enough her right ear bore the markings I was looking for.
‘They would have removed the earrings so that she bore even more of a resemblance to Lacanta, of course. Also, the priest’s description of her was of someone slender, but the body we found was somewhat amply proportioned. It isn’t unlikely that she’d been kept and fed for some time, I suppose? The priest said she had disappeared well over four months ago. Depending on when she was found, that remains a good hundred days of rich royal food and no exercise.’ I shook my head. ‘I remember the physician confessing that he’d not seen her properly in over two years – his bad memory helped convince me she was genuine at the time, unless he was in on the act as well.’
There was a sound of footsteps skidding in another room, and the rattle of armour. Someone was coming our way.
Leana blew out the candle so we were in utter darkness, but the soldiers had already entered.
‘Do not move, either of you!’ a voice shouted.