“You really think Vipond sent him?”
“It’s possible. Lot of trouble to go to on account of someone like you. No offense.”
The reason Cale was not affronted by IdrisPukke’s remark was because he’d been thinking the same thing.
“What about the woman?” he said at last.
“Dump her in the river.”
So that’s what they did and that was the end of Jennifer Plunkett.
That evening the two of them were eating inside the lodge to be on the safe side and discussing what to do about the day’s strange events.
“The thing is,” said IdrisPukke, “what can we do? If whoever killed that young woman wanted to do the same to you, they would already have done it. Or they could do it tomorrow.”
“You said it stinks.”
“It’s entirely possible that Vipond sent someone to keep an eye on us, even if it was for his own reasons. It is also possible that one of the Mond you humiliated so publicly paid someone to encoffin you. They have the money and the bile. It looked like the woman was coming to attack you: she had a knife in her hand. This man stopped her and then cleared off. Those are just facts. They’re obviously not all the facts, and subsequent discoveries may make us come to see those facts that we have in an entirely different light. But until then, speculation is just that. Stay here or go somewhere else-we remain entirely vulnerable to anyone with a good aim and malice or a reward in their heart. We assume what the facts we know tell us because we might just as well do so. Have you any alternative?”
“No.”
“There we are, then.”
Realizing there wasn’t much point in skulking inside, Cale went outside for a smoke. He could see the sense of IdrisPukke’s fatalism, but it wasn’t, after all, his fate that was the one in question. As IdrisPukke was always saying himself, every philosopher can stand the tooth-ache except for the one who has it. Preoccupied, he barely registered there was a sleek pigeon walking up and down the terrace table eating stale bread crumbs.
“Don’t move,” said IdrisPukke softly from just behind him, and holding out a piece of bread he slowly approached the bird and began feeding it, carefully putting his hand around its body and then grasping it tightly. Turning the pigeon over, IdrisPukke began removing a small metal tube attached to one of its legs. Cale looked on, utterly bemused.
“It’s a messenger pigeon,” said IdrisPukke. “Sent by Vipond. Here, hold it.” He handed Cale the bird and unscrewed the tube, removed a piece of rice paper and began reading. As he did so his face became grim.
“A troop of Redeemers has taken Arbell Swan-Neck.”
Cale’s face reddened in astonishment and confusion.
“Why?”
“It doesn’t say. The point is that she was staying at Lake Constanz. It’s about fifty miles from here. The quickest route back to the Sanctuary is through the Cortina pass-that’s about eighty miles north of here. If that’s the way they’re going, we have to find them and get word to the troops Vipond is sending behind us.” He looked worried and confused. “This doesn’t make any sense. It’s a declaration of war. Why would the Redeemers do this?”
“I don’t know. But there’s a reason. This wouldn’t have happened without Bosco’s nod. And Bosco knows what he’s doing.”
“Well, there’s no moon, so they can’t travel at night, and neither can we. We’ll pack now, get some sleep and start at dawn.” He drew in a deep breath. “Though God knows we’ve got little chance of catching them.”
21
The next day IdrisPukke would not start until it was light enough to see clearly. Cale argued it was necessary to take the risk, but IdrisPukke would not budge.
“If one of these horses goes lame blundering about in the dark, we’re stuck.”
Cale realized he was right, but he was desperate to be on the move and groaned in dismissive irritation. IdrisPukke ignored him for a further twenty minutes and then they were on their way.
For the next two days they stopped only to rest the horses and eat. Cale continually urged IdrisPukke to go faster. IdrisPukke calmly insisted that the horses, and he himself, could not take it even if Cale could. All four of them needed to catch the Redeemers, if indeed they were to be caught. And they had to have one of the horses at least in a fit state to ride quickly back to the Materazzi to give the information about numbers and direction.
“You don’t seem worried about the girl,” said Cale.
“It’s precisely because I am worried that we’re doing this my way-because I’m right. Besides, what’s Arbell Swan-Neck to you?”
“Nothing at all. But if I can help to stop the Redeemers, then the Marshal will have a good reason to feel more generous to me than he does. I have friends in Memphis who are hostages, too.”
“I didn’t think you had any friends-I thought it was just circumstances that brought you together.”
“I saved their lives-I’d have thought that was pretty friendly.”
“Oh,” said IdrisPukke. “I thought you were a reluctant hero in all of this.”
“So I was.”
“So what are you, then, Master Cale, noble by calling or merely by circumstance?”
“I’m not noble at all.”
“So you say. But I wonder if there isn’t an incipient hero growing in there somewhere.”
“What does ‘incipient’ mean?”
“Something beginning to appear, something beginning to exist.” Cale laughed, but not pleasantly.
“If that’s what you think, let’s hope you aren’t in the position where you’re going to find out.”
And with this, IdrisPukke decided to be quiet.
On the second day, they descended onto the main road to the Cortina pass. It wasn’t much of a road.
“No one uses it these days and they haven’t for sixty years-not since the Redeemers shut the borders.”
“How far to the Sanctuary from the pass?” asked Cale.
“You don’t know?”
“The Redeemers didn’t leave maps lying around-nothing to make it easier for us to escape. Until a few months ago I used to think Memphis was thousands of miles away.”
Had IdrisPukke not been distracted by a beautiful vermilion and gold dragonfly, he would have seen a liar’s expression on Cale’s face, just in the moment he thinks he’s given himself away. “I mean,” added Cale, “before I came here and realized it wasn’t.” Now IdrisPukke noticed the awkward tone.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing’s the matter.”
“If you say so.”
Terrified that he had revealed something he was very anxious not to reveal, Cale stayed wrapped in alarmed silence for the next ten minutes. When IdrisPukke next spoke, it was as if he had forgotten the whole thing-which indeed he had.
“The Sanctuary is a good two hundred miles from the pass-but they don’t need to get that far. There’s a garrison twenty miles from the border-Martyr Town.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“Well, it’s not so big, but its walls are thick. It would need an army to take it.”
“What then?”
“Nothing. Materazzi adores the girl. He’ll give them what they want.”
“How do you know they want something?”
“It doesn’t make sense otherwise.”
“What makes sense to you and what makes sense to the Redeemers is a white horse of a different color.”
“So, you’ve come up with an idea-I mean about what they’re doing?”
“No.”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with you?”
Cale laughed. “The Redeemers are a bunch of bastards-but do you really think they’d start a war with Memphis over three kids and a fat girl?”
IdrisPukke grunted. “Not if you put it like that. On the other hand, you’ve been lying to me for the past two months.”