Part 44 (1/2)

Othman jerked upright, the echo of a name, whispered aloud, fleeing from his mind. Had he been sleeping?

It is done.' Louis was standing on the edge of the pool, having draped Daniel against the side. The boy's eyes were open; he was blinking at the waters.

Othman stood up, momentarily disoriented. He could sense Louis' attention and, not wis.h.i.+ng to betray any sign of weakness, pulled himself up to his full height. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Louis cower. Satisfied, he chanted, Rise, Daniel.'

The boy stared up at Othman with defeated eyes. It was clear that he feared death at that moment.

There is nothing to fear,' Othman told him. Nothing. I will bring you bliss.'

He could tell Daniel did not believe him, but what did that matter? There would be proof for the boy soon enough.

Othman picked up a towel, and signalled Louis to drag Daniel from the water. Between them, they wrapped the boy in the towel and led him back out into the ante-chamber. Here, Othman bade him lie down on the bench against the wall. Daniel said nothing, clearly believing there was no way he could change his unknown fate. Othman admired the boy's saintly composure, his innocent dignity. He knew he had made the right choice.

The ante-chamber was also lit by candles, which threw leaping shadows up into the dome of the ceiling. Othman had laid out the incense, lighting materials and the jar of ointment on a stone ledge which jutted out from the wall. Now, he lit the incense, and the powdery, silver smoke reached out to the walls. Louis flapped a hand before his face.

Othman glared at him. You may go back into the church or remain here,' he said. The choice is yours. But you will learn more by remaining.'

Bit smoky,' Louis muttered, but he did not leave.

Othman leaned over Daniel. It was time to induce the sacred trance and guide Daniel bodily into it. Thereafter, by careful dosing with haoma through the skin, the boy could be kept in that state until the following evening. Daniel stared up at Othman with wide, defiant eyes. Still, he said nothing, clutching the towel together at his throat. Othman maintained the eye contact as he began to unb.u.t.ton his s.h.i.+rt. He noticed Daniel's expression change subtly as he realised what would happen. Othman saw the boy's throat move as he swallowed reflexively. Yes, he thought, you know, don't you.

Are you afraid I'll hurt you?' he murmured. Don't be. I shall cast fear out from you.'

Daniel made no response, but merely watched with anxious eyes as Othman finished undressing. At first, he attempted to resist when Othman reached out to pull the towel from his grasp. Then, he closed his eyes, and his hand dropped in submission. Othman could tell he intended to remove himself from the proceedings, powerless to avoid the inevitable, but refusing to be a collaborator. Othman smoothed Daniel's cool skin, still damp from the water. Then he took down the ointment from the ledge.

Anointed, Daniel's body gleamed in the soft, moving candlelight. He looked like a carving of polished wood, so still. Othman lifted him and placed him on the floor in the centre of the room. Louis uttered a cough, which prompted Othman's head to snap upwards. Silence!' Louis dropped his eyes.

Othman circled the room, uttering a virtually inaudible invocation. At various points, he made complicated hand gestures. As he circled, he became aroused, transforming himself into the representation of a priapic demiurge.

Daniel lay with his eyes shut tight. He could feel the mounting power around him, familiar and yet so alien. He could hear the sound of Othman's feet padding round him on the stone floor, which sounded more like the clopping of hooves. If he surrendered himself, he would be lost, yet the urge to surrender was great. He tried to think of Owen, to conjure his lover's face before his mind's eye as a protection. He wanted to keep some part of himself intact, his consciousness, his personality. Yet when the demon touched him, with the most subtle and gentle of caresses, when the kiss came to him, which was the archetypal kiss, it was impossible to keep hold of the past. All that existed was the present moment, which stripped him of his will. The demon had anointed itself with haoma, the seducing poison. There was no pain as it invaded Daniel's body, only a sense of coldness and a rus.h.i.+ng sound in his ears like water cras.h.i.+ng in the distance or flames devouring dried wood. A smell of ozone and ripened corn insinuated itself beneath the cloak of the incense.

Daniel went backwards in time, saw the brazier fall, the coals scatter. He cried out, Master! My Lord Shemyaza!' They pulled the man away from him, the b.u.t.t of a spear thrust into the small of his back. The pain was sudden and intense. He rolled over, saw them dragging his master away. He was looking at his own death, at the time when his violated body would be thrown into the pit on top of the corpse of the man he adored, and the stones would come to crush the life from him. Daniel wept, his heart full of grief and love.

Daniel's consciousness snapped back into the present. He reached for the hand of the demon who rode him, held it tight until his nails broke the skin. He had already learned that s.e.x conjured images in his head, and this time they were unbelievably vivid. He sensed that the man who possessed him wore the aspect of a demon like a garment. Within, in ignorance, he was a being of light, and the commerce of their flesh was sacred. If Daniel concentrated on this aspect, it became more real in his mind. He felt elated. This was too much to be borne, for he knew it would be the first and last time.

Then, the visions came flooding back, and time had twisted around him once more. He was being led, bound, along a stony path to the lip of a valley of fire. He had been kept in confinement for seven days, while his master had been tortured. This much, his guards had told him. He had also learned that Shemyaza's confederates in crime had fled, taking their human women with them, although their freedom would undoubtedly be short-lived. The High Lord Anu was enraged, and his wrath burned cities and destroyed continents.

At the lip of fire, Daniel saw they had brought forth the woman responsible for his master's fall from grace. Ishtahar. No doubt her family had surrendered her, seeking to appease the High Lord's anger and avert his vengeance on their children. Ishtahar's hands were chained with gold before her belly, which was the cauldron of her power, the way to the stargate. Her eyes were wild.

Daniel screamed, Why did you do this? Why?'

And she answered. They did this, not me! It is their cruel laws! I want only to be allowed to love him!'

How could he curse her? It was impossible. What the master loved, he loved.

In the valley below, the Serafim soldiers ripped Shemyaza's clothes from his body. He stood tall and unafraid, even though he must know they meant to kill him. His body was marked with the tongue of the lash, his face bruised and swollen beyond recognition. Daniel's heart contracted at the sight of his master's familiar shape, which he knew so well. I will find you again, though it might take many life-times, and when I do, I will save you from harm. This I swear.

Roughly, the Serafim threw Shemyaza to the ground and bound him in rope, which was dyed green to represent the coils of the cosmic serpent. They tied the end of the rope around one of Shemyaza's ankles, and from there looped it over the arm of a gibbet, which lay in the hot dust beside him. Daniel wanted to look away as the gibbet was raised and swung out over the wound in the earth, where acrid, searing fires and lethal fumes gouted upwards. It was too terrible a death to witness, but he also felt he owed it to his lord to suffer the sight of his execution. His own death would follow soon enough.

He and Ishtahar were forced to watch the burning, forced to smell it, hear their beloved's cries. Daniel could not tell how long it took his master to die, only that it was too long. Before Shemyaza's body had finished shuddering and jerking at the end of the rope, the Serafim had begun to dig a pit, in unblessed ground beside the fissure of fire, where presently the body would be cast, perhaps still possessing a faint vestige of life. Daniel knew that as soon as Shemyaza had been transferred to the pit, he himself would be thrown into it alive. Then the Serafim would fill the makes.h.i.+ft grave with heavy stones, and Daniel would be crushed to death as the closest minion of the Fallen One. Because of his a.s.sociation with the disgraced Shemyaza, no other lord or lady would speak out for him, or take him on as seer. Whatever their feelings on the matter, they would not risk incurring the wrath of the High Lord Anu, who had been offended by Shemyaza's actions. Instead, they would watch Daniel the innocent die a criminal's death. Strangely, Daniel felt no fear or dread. There was little point. His fate was inevitable, and he could only accept it. Also, what point was there in living once Shemyaza was dead? He had only to look upon Ishtahar's face to glean the answer to that.

At the last moment, when the pit was still being dug and the seconds streaming away towards the time when Daniel would be cast down to join his master in a final embrace, Ishtahar reached out for him with her chained hands. The wrists were bleeding. Her eyes called to him as she struggled against the ones who held her. He knew she wanted to take hold of him, go with him to the place where he would die. But they would not allow it. Her punishment was to live. They needed her to live, for she had power greater than any human woman one before her. Through her desire for knowledge, she had created herself anew. Now that this new self existed in the world the Anannage would take advantage of it and use it.

The image of Ishtahar receded in Daniel's sight. He could see her lips moving, but could no longer hear her cries. He was filled with a heavy grief. She would live on, and the memory of this terrible day would continue through her children, and the children of her sisters, who had also taken Anannage lovers. Most of them had so far escaped Shemyaza's fate, but later the High Lord would attempt to hunt them down and slay their hybrid children. None of it should be happening, Daniel thought. How many times had he followed his lord to the lower plains, and crouched patiently in the dust outside Ishtahar's dwelling, wherein they had loved? Never once, during those times, had he foreseen this moment. Until the advent of Ishtahar, he had been Shemyaza's only seer, but his master had been seduced by utterances of the woman, and had turned away from the voice he could trust. I could have warned him, Daniel thought. If I had looked into the heart of their love, I could have seen this. Too late now. Far too late...

Daniel was suddenly jerked back to reality. Othman was standing over him, panting. His face was a mask of terror and grief. Illusion!' he said. Why do this to me? Why torment me when I have loved you?' He put his bunched fists against his eyes, staggered backwards. Leave me! Go!'

Louis made an uncertain movement, unsure whether to go to Othman or his son, or retreat from the room altogether.

Daniel sat up. He felt tranquil, visionary, full of the presence of haoma. It was then that he realised he was part of something inexorable and ordained. Slowly, he rose to his feet.

Othman winced as Daniel reached out to touch him. It's all right,' Daniel said. She is coming.'

Who? Who?' Othman looked like a stranger, vulnerable and afraid.

Daniel shrugged and shook his head. Only you can speak her name. But she's coming.'

Daniel reached out towards Othman's tremulous hands and took one of them in his own. He stroked the long, pale palm. Look, a single thorn in the flesh is causing you pain. Let me remove it.' Daniel placed his palm over Othman's and a light seemed to radiate from his skin.

At that moment, he knew, Othman would be forced to recognise him as holy. Then Daniel slid his hand away, leaving Othman to stare at the tiny pool of blood which had collected in the centre of his palm.

This was the moment, then. There was a chance, like a doorway slightly ajar. Othman could reach out and open it, or shut it and walk away. He sensed that if he took Daniel in his arms now, and tomorrow night invoked something other than what he intended, the future would change. It would be so simple. Yet there was still a smell of charred flesh in his throat. Resentment wrestled with compa.s.sion. He struck Daniel's reaching hands away. No!'

Daniel cringed back, sensing the change. Whatever Othman had briefly become, it had been banished. Slowly, he sank down to sit naked upon the stone floor. He would pray. It was all he could do. Pray to the truth of a G.o.d-form whose name bloomed in his mind like a beacon. Ahura Mazda. Pray to the light. But he knew now that the lie was coming.

Chapter Thirty-Three.

Friday October 30th: Patterham Aninka put on her makeup. Her heart was beating fast, erratically, within her breast. Lahash had said little, but she knew that today would see the end of it all, one way or another. Taziel had come to sit in her room - they had spent all their time together over the past couple of days. He seemed tense and weary. Ninka, I want to go home,' he said.

Where's home?' she asked him.

He lay back on her bed. Vienna. I wish I was there now.' He rolled onto his side, stared at her. Will I ever go back?'

Aninka shuddered, but strove to hide the physical reaction from him. You won't die, Taz. Lahash will look after you.'

Flesh may survive,' Taziel said, but what about the mind? I think I'd rather lose the flesh.'

Aninka stood up, went to sit next to him. She stroked his shoulder. Taz, shut up. Thinking like this won't do you any good. You're a tracker, that's all. Stop imagining you have more responsibility than that!'

He smiled sadly. You're so strong. How come you can be this calm about it? We'll see him soon, Ninka, I know we will. Aren't you afraid?'

Aninka clasped her hands together in her lap. I keep telling myself not to be. I remind myself of what Peverel Othman has done, what he did to my friends, what he tried to do to me. If the only fear is that when I see him again, I will remember love, then no, I am not afraid.' She felt it would be wiser not to confess to Taziel that she was worried her rational control might slip once she faced Othman in the flesh. However, she trusted Lahash. He was like a pillar that held the sky from falling, always sensed, even if he was not physically present.

Once her makeup was perfectly applied, Aninka packed her belongings. Lahash had bought her a small figurine of a protective demon, which he'd found in an occult shop in Patterham. She looked at it fondly, handled its smooth stone, before secreting it in her bag. It had stood on the bedside table since Lahash had put it into her hands.

She carried all the bags down to the cramped hallway of the hotel, Taziel following her. He seemed disorientated, unable to make decisions or even accomplish the most basic task, such as carrying a bag. Lahash had already settled the bill and had gone to fetch the car. Aninka looked around herself. In some ways she was sad to be leaving this dingy little sanctuary, because she and the others had forged a close friends.h.i.+p here during their short stay. She had wondered, occasionally, whether she would end up sleeping with either Lahash or Taziel, but it hadn't happened. Now was not the time, she knew that, but even so, if something bad were to happen, she wished she could have the memory of their love to take with her to the next place. Stop it!' she told herself, and instructed Taziel to go out onto the street.