“No hospital. We are agreed on that. The care she would get for this injury is no better there than we can bring to her here, and she would like to be among friends.”
“But she must have a doctor.” I looked at the raw wounds, and shuddered again.
“Of course. I will arrange for that immediately.” Chandra was already moving towards the door, his smooth face determined and angry. “Leave all those arrangements to me. You stay here with Ameera. Do you think that they might come back here?”
Ameera gave a frightened little cry, and I moved to take her hand in both of mine.
“I don’t know. If they do, then God help them.”
He paused in the doorway. “God is fickle. Sometimes he chooses to help the wrong group. You are not Superman, Lionel. And you are exhausted. I think a little help from the Calcutta police would not be out of place here. I will call them.”
He seemed to be taking over, and that felt like a good idea to me. He was right, I was worn out and running on nerves. I went downstairs with him and locked the doors of the house as he left. We wanted fair warning of visitors, welcome or unwelcome.
Ameera was lying flat on the bed when I went back upstairs. She shivered as I came into the room.
“Lee-yo-nel?”
“Try and lie quiet. Chandra will be here soon with the doctor.”
“Will she come back?”
“She will not dare. Ameera, I am sorry. I should not have left you alone in the car. It was my fault.”
There was no reply for several minutes, and I wondered if after her ordeal a natural emotional exhaustion had taken over. Finally she sighed and turned towards me as I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Lee-yo-nel, it was my fault. All of it. I am afraid to tell you this, but I did not speak the truth to you. About Lee-yo, and where he went.”
“You told me he went to Cuttack — that was true.” My brain was too dulled to go beyond the obvious. I wriggled my stiff and aching shoulders. “I should not have taken you there with me. Even when you wanted to go, I should have refused.”
“Not Cuttack , Lee-yo-nel.” Her voice was trembling. “I knew he had been there, and come back safely. It was the other place, the place that he was afraid to go. The place that he did not come back from.”
I grunted and sat up straighter. “After Cuttack ? You said that you did not know anywhere else that he went.”
“I was lying to you.” The tears came rolling down the dark cheeks. “I was afraid that you would be hurt, too. If we went to Cuttack , I thought that would be safe. Lee-yo went to see Belur there, and he was all right. But he never came back from Riyadh .”
” Riyadh ?” A flash of ocher sands and cool green dimness skimmed through my mind, a level below conscious memory. “Ameera, why did he go there? Was that the ‘R-I’ that I saw in his notes?”
“I do not know.” The tears were coming faster now. “After he came from Cuttack , he left again at once. I do not know why he went to Riyadh — but I think that she knows. Lee-yo-nel, I did not want to tell her. But the hurt was so much, and she said she would keep hurting until I told. I had to tell. I said he went to Riyadh .”
I looked down at her flayed and naked feet. “Ameera, anyone would have told. I am proud of you that you took so much hurt before you spoke.”
“But I did not.” She rubbed a knuckle at her tearstained eyes and sat up a little on the sheet. “I am not brave. I told her quickly, as soon as the hurt was bad. I thought she would stop then, but she kept on for a long time. Lee-yo-nel, why would she do that to me? I had told her everything.”
I knew, but I did not want Ameera to know. Zan had been seeking information; when she had it she should logically have left the house at once. If she stayed, it was only for the pleasure of tormenting a helpless victim. Sadism is not rare, but it is unusual to find it given full leash.
Xantippe had known I might be on the way here, or have telephoned from Cuttack . Only a consuming urge to torture and torment had kept her so long at the house.
And if time had not been short, so that she could linger as long as she chose with Ameera?…
I went to the window and stared out. Instead of Calcutta , the city of Riyadh now seemed to spread its towers and minarets before me, the jewel of the Arabian Peninsula , a modern miracle of science that bloomed in the desert. I had been there many times, to play in the pinnacled concert hall and underwater theaters, making music for the idlest rich of the world.
Now I had to go there again; in pursuit of an unknown goal, following a woman who frightened me more than any wicked witch of childhood stories.
For Ameera’s sake, I would be on the first airplane that could take me.
A gigantic bookcase, and beyond it the chair of a Titan. I blinked, blinked again, and screwed up my eyes against the sunlight. In the distance, over at the limit of vision, a dark-edged monster crouched forward over a colossal bed. There were sounds, the pizzicato plucking of strings over unresolving harmonies. An automatic filing system in my head identified the Bhairava raga, with its symbolism of waking dawn and reverence for the new day. The vina played on, its notes clean and soothing. My eyes closed.
And opened, to a room filled with uniformed figures, shrilling and gesturing to each other with insectoid precision and rapidity of movement. They were gathered around a bed, and I heard the sforzando command of a single voice demanding silence for the sleeper there.
I blinked once more. When my eyes opened again the group of figures had suddenly shrunk to two. They were wearing the uniform of the Calcutta police, standing solemn guard by the bed where Ameera lay. She was silent, her face open and innocent in sleep. Heavy bandages swaddled her feet.
“Any better now?” It was Chandra, sitting quietly by my side.
I shivered and took a deep breath. “I’m all right. How’s Ameera? I guess I fell asleep for a while. Boy.” I shivered. “Weird dreams.”
“You have a right to them. Ameera told me what the two of you went through in Cuttack . Her condition?” He shrugged. “As well as can be expected. There is mental injury as well as physical. The woman — Xantippe? — said she was helping you. Ameera trusted her, they came back here, Ameera sent the servants away. Then—” he shrugged. “You know what she did next.”
I shuddered from head to foot and looked more closely at Ameera. “At least she is sleeping. When I first arrived she was hysterical.”
“It is more shock than sleep. When you passed out—”
“Me?” I stared at him.
“You do not remember it? You let me in, came up here, and fell over into that chair. That was four hours ago.” He stared at me as I turned away from him. “Now then, what do you think you are up to?”
He grabbed me by the arm as I began to stagger off towards the door. I shook off his grip.
“Got to get to Riyadh .” My voice was a thick-tongued mumble. “Next plane.”
“Not yet.” Chandra had taken my arm again, and this time his grip was firmer, holding hard enough to hurt. “You want to pursue Ameera’s tormentors? Very good; I commend the intention. But before you think of doing that, you must know of some other matters. You realize that they are murderers?”
“They killed Rustum Belur, and I think they killed a woman called Valnora Warren.”
“It comes closer to home than that. When Ameera told the servants here to leave, one of them refused to go. Xantippe asked to speak with him privately, downstairs.” Chandra lowered his voice to a whisper, glancing at Ameera. “When the police arrived they searched the whole house as part of their routine work. Mr. Chatterji was found in the pantry. Dead. He had been stabbed, many times.”
He followed my look. “She does not know. There will be a time for such news. Not yet. It was enough effort, after the treatment of her injuries and after the police were finished here, to ease her into sleep. We talked about many things. We have surprisingly much in common, and Ameera has an excellent mind. But she could not rest, for all our talk, until we came to music. It worked where words could not.”