Brigitte Hearn glanced behind her, and took a couple of steps to one side. The other people in the group hurriedly parted, their faces apprehensive, one or two walked away. Horst gestured briefly at Jay to follow him, and went over to the fallen girl. He grimaced at the singed and blackened skin of her face. Her pulse was beating wildly. She had probably gone into shock, he decided. He scooped her up in his arms, and started for the church.
“I had to come back,” Brigitte Hearn said as Horst walked away. Her body was all hunched up, eyes brimming with tears. “You don’t know what it’s like. I had to.”
“It?” Horst asked impatiently. “What is it?”
“Death.”
Horst shuddered, almost breaking his stride. Jay looked round fearfully at the woman.
“Four hundred years,” Brigitte Hearn called out falteringly. “I died four hundred years ago. Four hundred years of nothing.”
Horst barged into the small infirmary at the back of the church, and laid Shona down on the wooden table which doubled as an examination bed. He snatched the medical processor block from its shelf and applied a sensor pad to the nape of her neck. The metabolic display appeared as he described her injuries to the processor. Horst read the results and gave the girl a sedative, then started spraying a combination analgesic and cleansing fluid over the burns.
“Jay,” he said quietly. “I want you to go into my room and fetch my rucksack from the cupboard. Put in all the packets of preprocessed food you can find, then the tent I used when we first arrived, and anything else you think will be useful to camp out in the jungle—the little fission blade, my portable heater, that kind of stuff. But leave some space for my medical supplies. Oh, and I’ll need my spare boots too.”
“Are we leaving?”
“Yes.”
“Are we going to Durringham?”
“I don’t know. Not straight away.”
“Can I go and fetch Drusilla?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. She’ll be better off here than tramping through the jungle with us.”
“All right. I understand.”
He heard her moving about in his room as he worked on Shona. The younger girl’s nose was burnt almost down to the bone, and the metabolic display said only one retina was functional. Not for the first time he despaired the lack of nanonic medical packages; a decent supply would hardly have bankrupted the Church.
He had flushed the dead skin from Shona’s burns as best he could, coating them in a thin layer of corticosteroid foam to ease the inflammation, and was binding her head with a quantity of his dwindling stock of epithelium membrane when Jay came back in carrying his rucksack, It was packed professionally, and she had even rolled up his sleeping-bag.
“I got some stuff for myself,” she said, and held up a bulging shoulder-bag.
“Good girl. You didn’t make the bag too heavy, did you? You might have to carry it a long way.”
“No, Father.”
Someone knocked timidly on the door post. Jay shrank into the corner of the infirmary.
“Father Horst?” Brigitte Hearn poked her head in. “Father, they don’t want you here. They say they’ll kill you, that you can’t defend yourself against all of them.”
“I know. We’re leaving.”
“Oh.”
“Will they let us leave?”
She swallowed and looked over her shoulder. “Yes. I think so. They don’t want a fight. Not with you, not with a priest.”
Horst opened drawers in the wooden cabinet at the back of the infirmary, and started shoving his medical equipment into the rucksack. “What are you?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said woefully.
“You said you had died?”
“Yes.”
“What is your name?”
“Ingrid Veenkamp, I lived on Bielefeld when it was a stage one colony world, not much different to this planet.” She twitched a smile at Jay. “I had two girls. Pretty, like you.”
“And where is Brigitte Hearn now?”
“Here, in me. I feel her. She is like a dream.”
“Possession,” Horst said.
“No.”
“Yes! I saw the red demon sprite. I witnessed the rite, the
“I’m no demon,” the woman insisted. “I lived. I am human.”
“No more. Leave this body you have stolen. Brigitte Hearn has a right to her own life.”
“I can’t! I’m not going back there. Not to that.”
Horst took a grip on his trembling hands. Thomas had known this moment, he thought, when the disciple doubted his Lord’s return, when in prideful arrogance he refused to believe until he had seen the print of nails in His hand. “Believe,” he whispered. “Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through His name.”
The Brigitte/Ingrid woman bowed her head.
Horst asked the question that should never be asked: “Where? Where, damn you!”
“Nowhere. There is nothing for us. Do you hear? Nothing!”
“You lie.”
“There is nothing, just emptiness. I’m sorry.” She took an unsteady breath, seemingly gathering up a remnant of dignity. “You must leave now. They are coming back.”
Horst shut the flap on his rucksack and sealed it. “Where are the rest of the villagers?”
“Gone. They hunt fresh bodies for other souls trapped in the beyond, it has become their quest. I haven’t the stomach for it, nor have the others who remained in Aberdale. But you take care, Father. Your spirit is hale, but you could never withstand one of us for long.”
“They want more people to possess?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“Together we are strong. Together we can change what is. We can destroy death, Father. We shall bring eternity into existence here on this planet, perhaps even across the entire Confederation. I shall stay as I am for all time now; ageless, changeless. I am alive again, I won’t give that up.”
“This is lunacy,” he said.
“No. This is wonder, it is our miracle.”
Horst pulled his rucksack onto his back, and picked Shona up. Several adults had started to gather around the church. He walked down the steps pointedly disregarding them, Jay pressing into his side. They stared at him, but no one made a move. He turned and headed for the jungle, mildly surprised to see Ingrid Veenkamp walking with him.
“I told you,” she said. “They lack nerve. You will be safer if I am with you. They know I can strike back.”
“Would you?”
“Perhaps. For the girl’s sake. But I don’t think we will find out.”
“Please, lady,” Jay said, “do you know where my mummy is?”
“With the others, the pernicious ones. But don’t look for her, she is no longer your mother. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she mumbled.
“We’ll get her back for you, Jay,” Horst said. “One day, somehow. I promise.”
“Such faith,” Ingrid Veenkamp said.
