The man retreated towards the Basilica, his eyes fixed on Alexi and the pistol. At the very last moment he glanced towards Sabir and smiled. He drew a finger lightly across his throat.
Alexi let the pistol clatter to the floor. When Sabir looked again at where the man had been, he was gone.
‘Can he get out that way?’
The gardien nodded. ‘There is an exit. Yes. It’s how he must have come in.’
Sabir dropped down beside Alexi – his brain was seething with possible exit strategies for themselves now. He put one hand dramatically over Alexi’s heart. ‘This man is badly injured. We need an ambulance.’
The gardien clutched at his throat. ‘A mobile phone doesn’t work in here. It’s too near the mountainside. There’s no reception. I’ll need to phone from the office.’ He didn’t move.
‘Look. I’ve got the pistol. I’ll keep this man covered and make sure the Virgin comes to no harm. Go and phone for the police and an ambulance. It’s urgent.’
The old man seemed about to answer back.
‘Otherwise I’ll go and phone and you stay here. Here’s the pistol.’ He held it out, butt first.
‘No. No, Monsieur. They wouldn’t know who you are. You stay here. I’ll go.’ The gardien ’s voice was shaking and he looked on the verge of collapse.
‘Be careful on the stairs.’
‘Yes. Yes. I will. I’m all right. I’m all right now.’
Sabir turned his attention to Alexi. ‘Can you hear me?’
‘He landed on me with the chair. Some of my teeth are smashed.’ Alexi’s voice was blurred, as if he were talking from somewhere deep inside a sealed container. ‘I think my jaw is maybe broken too. And some ribs.’
‘And the rest of you?’
‘I’m all right. I’ll be able to walk.’
‘Okay. We’ve got about five minutes, grace in which to make our way out of here and back-up to the car. Here. Take this.’ He handed Alexi the pistol.
‘It’s useless. It doesn’t work.’
‘Take it anyway. And try to pull yourself together a little while I wrap up the Virgin.’
‘Check on the base first.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘There’s writing there. I couldn’t read it but it’s burned in. Just like on that coffer of Yola’s. It’s the first place I looked.’
Sabir hefted the Black Madonna. It was a good deal lighter than he had at first supposed. Around two feet tall, it was carved out of dark stained wood and garlanded with two crowns, one on the Virgin’s head and one on that of Jesus – in addition, the Virgin wore a golden necklet. Her body was partially encased in a sort of fabric, which was coming apart across her left breast, revealing paler wood beneath. She was seated on a chair and the baby Christ was seated on her lap. His face was not that of a child, however, but that of a wise older man.
‘You’re right. I’m going to trace it.’
‘Why not take it with us?’
‘It’ll be safer here than out on the road with us. And we don’t want a second police force on our tail. If nothing’s stolen, there’s a fair chance they’ll drop the whole thing after a few days, with nobody but the old man to question. We’ve got what we came for. I figure this is just another fragment of a larger map that will eventually lead us to the verses.’ He laid a piece of paper across the base of the Madonna and began tracing across it with the stump of a pencil.
‘I can’t stand up. I think he did more damage than I thought.’
‘Wait for me. I’ll be with you in a minute.’
Alexi made an attempt at a laugh. ‘Don’t worry, Adam. I’m not going anywhere.’
48
Sabir stopped to catch his breath. Alexi was leaning against him with all his weight. Below them they could hear the distant sound of approaching police sirens. ‘I still haven’t fully recovered from my blood poisoning. I’m as weak as a kitten. I don’t think I can get you up there alone.’
‘How much further do we have to go?’
‘I can see the car now. I can’t risk calling Yola, though. Someone might hear.’
‘Why don’t you leave me here and go to fetch her? Both of you could carry me the last bit of the way.’
‘Are you sure you’re all right?’
‘I think I’ve just swallowed one of my teeth. If I don’t choke on it, I’ll be all right.’
Sabir left Alexi leaning against the protective fence at the edge of the path. He hurried up the hill.
Yola was standing by the car, a worried expression on her face. ‘I didn’t know what to do. I heard the sirens. I wasn’t sure if they were for you or for someone else.’
‘Alexi is injured. We’re going to have to carry him up the steepest part of the hill between us. Are you up to it?’
‘Is he badly hurt?’
‘He’s lost a few teeth. He may have a broken jaw. Possibly some cracked ribs. Someone landed on him with a chair.’
‘Someone?’
‘Yes. That someone.’
‘Is the man dead? Did you kill him?’
‘Alexi tried to kill him. But the pistol jammed.’
Yola took Alexi’s feet, with Sabir taking the main weight of his body.
‘We’re going to have to make this fast. The minute that old gardien talks to the police and tells them that there was a pistol involved in the break-in, we’re for it. They’ll seal off the entire valley and send in the paramilitaries. And as I remember the map, there are only three ways out of here. And they’re as good as covering the two main ones already.’
49
‘I’m pretty certain nobody’s been following us.’ Sabir squinted ahead, trying to make out the road signs.
They were beyond the main danger area now, on the Route National 20, with considerably more traffic on the road to disguise their passage. The relief in the car was palpable, as if, through luck and sheer good timing, they had succeeded in avoiding a particularly nasty accident.
‘How is he?’
Yola shrugged. ‘I don’t think his jaw is broken. Some of his ribs are definitely cracked, though. Now he’ll have the perfect excuse for being idle.’
Alexi looked as though he were about to sass her back, but then he unexpectedly changed tack and punched at his trouser pocket. ‘Ha! Do you believe this? I had it right in here.’
‘What?’
‘The wallet.’ Alexi shook his head disconsolately. ‘That bloody thief bastard stole back his own wallet. And it was stuffed with cash. I could have lived like a King. Even bought myself some gold teeth.’
Sabir laughed. ‘Don’t knock it, Alexi. The fact that he was worried we might find out his identity probably saved your life. If he hadn’t gone searching for his wallet, he would have had ample time to kill you before we came in.’
Alexi’s attention had moved on. He raised his head from the seat and flashed his remaining teeth at Yola. ‘Hey, nurse. I heard what you said about being idle. It’s not just my ribs, you know. He kicked me in the balls, too.’
Yola extended the gap between them on the rear seat. ‘You can deal with those yourself. I don’t want to go anywhere near them.’
‘You hear that, gadje? This woman is frigid. No wonder no one has ever offered to kidnap her.’
Yola drew up her knees as if in self-defence. ‘Don’t flatter yourself. Now that you’ve been damaged in the balls, you’ll make a useless kidnapper to someone too. You’ll probably be impotent. They’ll be forced to go elsewhere if they want their eyes taken out. Or use a cucumber.’
‘That’s not true!’ Alexi reached forwards, grunting and tapped Sabir on the shoulder. ‘That’s not true, is it, Adam? That if you get kicked in the balls you’ll go impotent?’
‘How should I know? It could be, I suppose. You’ll know in a few days, either way.’ Sabir turned to Yola. ‘Yola, what did you mean by ‘if they want their eyes taken out’?’
Yola dropped her gaze. She glanced out of the car window. Silence descended on the three of them.