'Are we in a hurry?' he asked, studying Remer's reaction in the mirror.
'Well, no, not really,' said Remer, casting yet another uncertain glance at Jon. 'But it's probably best if you get some rest before this evening.' He broke out in a big smile. 'We're going to the library tonight,' he said proudly. 'It's important for you to be prepared.'
Jon nodded. He had sensed that there was something special about this day. Partly because of the excursion to Alexandria, but also because a mood of anticipation had infused the whole day. Right up until Katherina turned up and spoiled everything, that is. He'd been looking forward to this day when he would finally make his contribution to the Order, but now he no longer felt as eager. It was obvious he was going to take part in some form of initiation, but he was no longer so sure what the purpose behind it might be.
They had reached the country house, and several people came out of the building as the car turned into the driveway. Remer got out and spoke to them in Arabic while Jon stretched his limbs after the drive.
'Come on, let's go in,' Remer said, motioning Jon into the house ahead of him.
They immediately went upstairs to Jon's room. He sat down on the bed. He had still not finished working through his thoughts about Katherina, and he would have liked to do it in solitude.
One of the guards came into the room and handed the chronicle book to Remer.
'So, shall we continue?' said Remer, settling himself into the chair next to the bed.
The guard had not yet left the room, but stood just inside the door. Remer looked at Jon with an expectant expression on his face, as if he was the one who was about to listen to a bedtime story.
'I think I'd prefer to wait a while,' said Jon. 'I'd really like to be alone.'
Remer's smile froze. 'It's important for you to be prepared for this evening, Campelli,' he insisted. 'And not just for your own sake.'
Jon was taken aback. There was a threatening undertone to Remer's voice, and he didn't like the sound of it.
'All I'm asking for is half an hour to gather my thoughts,' said Jon.
'I'm sorry,' Remer quickly responded, 'but there's a lot we still have to do.' He turned towards the man standing at the door and gave a curt nod.
Jon got up from the bed. 'I don't think you heard what I said,' he began, but the guard reached him in two strides. He took Jon by the arm and forced him back down onto the bed. With a look of indignation, Jon looked down at the guard's hand gripping his arm.
'This is really not necessary,' he said. 'I just need-'
'Itis necessary,' said Remer. 'As you'll see.'
Another guard came into the room and went over to the opposite side of the bed. Calmly but firmly the two men moved Jon into a sitting position. He tried to resist but they were too strong, and soon he was held down by the leather straps with no chance of escape.
'What's going on? There's no reason for this. Now tell me why!'
'Don't worry, I will,' said Remer and again nodded to one of the guards.
'No!' Jon managed to shout before the guard pressed a piece of tape over his mouth.
It really had been necessary after all.
That much Jon could now see. He should have trusted Remer's judgement and not underestimated Katherina's power. They were skilful, those Lectors from Libri di Luca, experts in creating discord and distrust between members of the Order if they didn't remain vigilant. If it hadn't been for Remer's quick-witted intervention, they might have succeeded in upsetting Jon so much that he might have denied himself the future he now had with the Order. He might even have turned against them.
After about an hour of reading, they removed the tape from Jon's mouth and the restraints from his limbs. He had been utterly calm, almost exhausted, and was allowed to sleep until Remer woke him again. It had grown dark outside, and Poul Holt had returned. He examined Jon with the routine movements of a doctor, shining light in his eyes, peering down his throat, checking his reflexes.
'You're in top form,' he said at last, giving Jon a smile.
Remer, who had retreated to the background, now came over to the bed.
'You'll have to forgive us for strapping you down,' he said, sounding truly remorseful. 'Unfortunately, it was necessary. I hope you understand.'
Jon nodded.
'It was necessary,' he said. 'I was about to cave in under their influence. It won't happen again.'
'I'm sure it won't,' said Remer, with a nod of satisfaction. 'And don't worry. Tonight you're among friends. Nothing is going to stop us.'
Jon felt reassured. The cloud of confusion he'd felt a few hours earlier had been swept away with such force he couldn't really remember what the whole thing had been about.
'About tonight,' said Remer, pointing at a black robe lying at the foot of the bed. 'Would you mind making sure it fits?'
Jon got up from the bed and held the robe in front of him. It was pitch black with white snakes in a border around the sleeves and hem.
'Are we going to a toga party?' asked Jon.
Remer laughed. 'Something like that.'
Jon put on the robe. It was made of silk, with a thick belt also of silk. Even with his normal clothes underneath, the robe was amply big, and when he pulled up the hood his face was in shadow. It gave him a wonderfully secure feeling. He felt like a monk; he smiled at the thought.
'Perfect,' declared Remer, and nodded with satisfaction.
'What about the rest of you?' asked Jon.
'Don't worry,' said Remer. 'We're all going to wear the same type of robe, but ours will be white.'
'Am I the only one in black?'
'Of course,' said Holt. 'You're the guest of honour.'
37
'You bastards,' exclaimed Pau from where he sat on the chair. 'You're never going to get away with this.'
Henning and Mehmet had tied him up with a rope they'd brought along while Katherina had taken over the toy pistol, which she kept aimed at Pau. Now he was spitting venom at them with hatred in his eyes.
'Are you going to a fancy-dress party?' asked Mehmet, holding up Pau's white robe.
'Look who's talking.'
'And what's this?' Mehmet held up the copper amulet they'd found round Pau's neck. 'Is this your VIP ticket?'
Pau didn't answer.
'Let's assume it is.' Mehmet handed the amulet to Katherina. 'So the question is, a ticket to what?' He looked expectantly at Pau, who deliberately turned his head away.
Katherina examined the copper amulet. It was round, about the size of a 5-krone coin, and it had a hole in the centre through which a leather cord was attached so it could be worn as a necklace. All around the edge, tiny characters had been neatly etched.
'What are you going to get out of all this?' asked Henning. 'You're already activated.'
Pau smiled.
'And what an activation it was,' Henning added. 'What was it you have for an RL score? Nought point seven? That's not even enough juice to run a bicycle light.'
Pau's smile vanished. Katherina could see he was gritting his teeth in anger.
'So I suppose it's a good thing you've got the protection of the organization,' Henning went on. 'Weak Lectors like you need all the help they can get. Do they have any use for you at all?'
Fury glittered in Pau's eyes, and his cheeks were flushed.
'Oh, that's right, you infiltrated Libri di Luca, but that was only because Luca took pity on you. He could see from a mile away how weak you are.'
'Shut up!' Pau threw his body as far forward in his chair as the ropes would allow.
Henning leaned towards him, just enough to stay out of his reach.
'So, what now? Your job is done. What possible use can the Shadow Organization have for a weakling like you now?'
'Come back after the reactivation, and I'll show you.'
Henning and Katherina exchanged glances.
'Reactivation?' Henning repeated. 'Is that what's going to happen tonight?'
Pau didn't reply.
'Have you found a way to repeat the activation?' Henning asked. 'A way to enhance it?'