This Rough Magic

'We think we saw him from the battlements. Hard to tell . . . but the way he walked, the posture, the head- color, and the fact that he was seen in Constantinople some months before all this blew up.' Benito shrugged. 'That's why I'm asking.'

Eneko took up the scarf. 'This could be exceptionally dangerous. We're deprived of some of our usual protections. Still . . . we know that we have come here to confront him. Let us try this thing, taking courage in faith.'

* * *

Benito watched as they prepared. The scarf was placed over a chalice of holy water. The wards placed . . . Uriel too. Even if the archangel did not respond, he would still be there. Then, all of the priests placed a hand on the cloth.

Benito's Latin did not extend to much beyond 'Deus,' so he didn't recognize anything they were chanting.

Suddenly, the scarf burst into flames. Not ordinary flames, either; these were greenish, and altogether nasty-looking.

The only sign of alarm was in the widening of their eyes. The priests fell back a step, and began chanting something different; it sounded different, too, harsher, and confrontational— Benito got the impression of swords being drawn, though no weapon was in sight. The water in the chalice vaporized with a violent hiss, as the flame changed color, this time to a dark, glowing purple. At this point, a horrible scalp-crawling howl arose from the flame itself, a howl that cut right through Benito's head.

The chalice melted in part, and the burning shred abruptly gathered itself into a ball. Then it started moving; it bounced off the table and rolled rapidly out of the door.

'Stop it!' yelled Eneko.

As soon as it was outside, the flames gathered new life, and the ball doubled in size in the blink of an eye. Without thinking, simply obeying the priest, Benito did one of the most stupid things he'd done in a lifetime of doing stupid things. He stamped on it, grinding it into the earth.

The Saint Arsenius medal on his chest grew hot, briefly. Then Benito stepped back from the ash fragments. The dead ash fragments.

Eneko grabbed him with one hand, holding up a relic in the other. 'Let that which cannot abide the name of Christ depart!' he commanded.

'It has already gone, Eneko,' said Diego. He looked wonderingly at Benito. 'You are both a very crazy and a very lucky young man. You just stood on a demonic emissary of Chernobog.'

'It must have been weakened and limited by the holy place, by the holy water and the blessed vessel,' said Francis in a shaky voice.

Benito examined the soles of his footwear and shrugged. 'Well, my holy medal got hot, but I can't say it even scorched my boots.'

Eneko held out a hand. 'Let's see this medal,' he said grimly.

Benito took it out from next to his skin. Eneko examined it as did the others.

'It is an old one . . . and undoubtedly genuine,' said Eneko, thoughtfully. 'How did you get a real Saint's relic, Benito?'

He raised his eyebrows. 'It was given to me by the Hypatian monks in Messina, after I did them that little favor.'

'I don't think they realized what a valuable gift they gave you,' said Diego, 'or what a powerful one.'

'Or how well it would serve the church,' said Eneko, exhaling a little sigh of relief. 'Forgive me, Benito. 'Stop it' was meant for my comrades, not for you.'

Benito shrugged. He was quite certain that the Hypatians of Messina knew exactly what they had given him; after all, it was meant to reward someone—even a thief—for returning some rather valuable property. And just perhaps, because you never knew with the Hypatian magicians, they might have gotten an inkling that he would be going into spiritual and magical danger. 'It worked. And I'm the one who got you to try this in the first place.'

'Well, you have your answer. Caesare Aldanto is here, indeed. And he is possessed by the Black Brain, Chernobog.'

The priest sighed. 'This calls for more than we four can do. This calls for the Knights of the Holy Trinity. Perhaps true steel and faith can destroy this thing as magic cannot.'

Benito took a sideways glance at the man. He appeared in earnest. There were times when Benito wondered whether the intense Basque cleric was in the real world or not. 'There is a siege out there, Eneko. A whole army between Aldanto and the Knights.'

'If he is destroyed, Chernobog will be one factor removed from the siege.' Lopez sounded earnest—but also resigned. After all, how was even a single Knight going to slip out unnoticed?

Benito shook his head. 'I wouldn't mind doing it, Eneko. But it is a question of how.'

'If it means going outside the wall, then it must be done,' said Lopez.

'Fine. You tell Manfred to let me go. He's already forbidden me to try. I haven't said I am going to listen, though.' He paused. 'You know, there is one Knight out there already. Erik Hakkonsen. And if he knew Aldanto was alive, and worse, a minion of Chernobog—'

He let that percolate into Lopez's mind. 'Still, you have to talk Manfred into letting me go over the wall or I can't tell him.'

Eneko sighed. 'I will. If in that brief encounter I divined it right, then he is seeking something in countryside. Erik could perhaps deal with him. Ideally, I should like to be there. While this is a perilous foe—like all slaves, it would lack most of the strength of Chernobog. It would still be very dangerous. Certain relics could limit it. That medal of yours, for instance.'