The Pilgrims

things.

Kiown still watched him. ‘Unpleasant dreams? Eric?’

‘Yeah. Don’t worry. It’s nothing. I dreamed we went to the city and something bad happened to us.’

Kiown nodded. ‘When your … back was turned. As it were.’

‘Well. Yes.’

‘Scuse me,’ said Case irritably, ‘can you two poets let me in on all this? You’re talking about something, and it’s pretty serious near’s I can tell. Want to try it in plain talk for the elderly among us?’

Kiown shrugged as though Eric were the one being strange. He seemed, however, to have been put at ease by Case’s outburst; perhaps it was evidence that Eric and Case did not share any plots or suspicions. He hummed a tune as he gathered the soft grass in rolls and put it back in place for the next campers to come up here, weighing the bundles down with rocks. Then he went to the corner of the platform they’d reserved for such functions and pissed down the side.

Eric saw his chance. He whispered, ‘Case, when I say now, put on the charm and get the gun ready. Be ready to shoot him. I’m serious.’

‘What’s this about?’ whispered Case.

There wasn’t time to talk more. ‘Let’s away,’ said Kiown, bowing flamboyantly. Eric had a moment’s doubt, then thought of walking down the steps, no railing beside them, Kiown within reach of them both. ‘Case. Now.’

Kiown looked the question at them both. Case hesitated, then reached into his pocket, the charm in one hand, the gun in the other. He showed Kiown the gun then slipped the charm over his head, vanishing.

‘Wait, wait,’ said Kiown, one hand going uncertainly to his sword’s handle. ‘What are you two cooking here?’

‘First, let me tell you something,’ said Eric. His heart was beating wildly, but he tried to keep his voice level. ‘Don’t come any closer, don’t try to run away. There’s something you weren’t told about how I killed the Invia.’

‘Wounded her, you said …’

‘Yes, within an inch of her life. I brought something with me from Otherworld. A weapon. You have magic here, we have technology there. There’s maybe not a lot of difference, except any fool can use technology. My weapon’s a simple one. Point, make a fist, and boom.’

Kiown laughed. He spread his hands. ‘O Eric the strange! What is all this talk? Do you resent being Anfen’s trinket and yearn to be free? Is that what really happened, is that why you left? Listen! It’s simple. Bargain with him. Or with whichever Mayor he hands you to. Demand a price for your labours. You’ll get it. You could be rich.’

Eric said, ‘Take your sword out and toss it away, handle first.’

Kiown laughed in disbelief. ‘What? Have you gone funny in the skull? Case! What’s wrong with him?’

‘Do what he says,’ said Case’s voice, to Eric’s right.

Cunning, Eric thought, seeing where Case is. Eric moved away from where Case’s voice had sounded, so it wouldn’t be possible to attack them both at once. ‘Drop the sword, Kiown.’

‘Pardon me, I think I’ll keep it. It’s me, Eric. You’ve spent many nights right beside me and come to no harm, apart from the gas and bad breath. I thought we were companions.’

‘Did Doon and the others think that of you, as well?’

Kiown’s eyebrows shot up. For a moment, he couldn’t speak. ‘What?’

‘You heard me.’

‘Yes, I did.’ He shook his head as though baffled. ‘Doon? I told you what happened to him. Soldiers got him.’

‘Just soldiers?’

‘I told the group to retreat. They didn’t. They didn’t respect my leadership. It happens when Anfen puts doubt in their minds at the outset. Did you hear him? Kiown leads you, wisely I hope.’ He laughed. ‘Have you been listening to Sharfy? Or to that fuzzbrained coot, Loup? I know they think I’m no good, they have for a long time. They forget the times I saved their lives. Ask Anfen to tell you those tales. I saved the whole band, more than once.’

‘That’s not really relevant to what we’re discussing now.’

‘What are we discussing?’ Kiown said, anger rising in his face and extravagant gestures. ‘I’ve half a dozen deep scars that were meant for Anfen’s delicate places. Siel’s too. There were fights where the whole group walked away alive because of me. Look at this!’ he lifted his sleeve, showing his bandaged arrow wound.

Eric said, ‘You got off lightly in that fight, didn’t you?’

‘Lightly? I was shot with an arrow! I’m lucky it wasn’t poisoned!’

‘Remarkable luck.’

Kiown’s hands began to shake, his eyes now blazing with rage. He took a step towards Eric, hand closing on his sword handle. Eric stepped back. ‘Unbuckle your scabbard and drop it to the ground, Kiown.’

‘Case? Can you reason with him?’ said Kiown.

‘Don’t speak, Case. He’s trying to find where you are. Kiown, put down the sword. I’m serious.’

‘You’re seriously funny in the skull,’ said Kiown. ‘Here’s my sword.’ He drew it with a flourish. ‘Sharp one, nicely weighted. Got a thin core of dead stone, so you don’t need to rub it on every day. Worth two red scales. Come take it.’

‘Do what he says,’ Case said tiredly, his voice closer to Kiown.

Kiown’s wrist moved fluidly, the sword slicing a figure-eight through the air. He had moved towards Eric, two steps taken, when Case fired: Boom. The bullet struck the ground just before Kiown’s feet, chipping the rock. He dropped his sword in panic and leaped backwards, hands to his ears, not knowing in that instant whether the Otherworld weapon had harmed him or not.

Eric too had jumped at the Glock’s enormous noise. He recovered first, rushed forwards, grabbed the sword by the handle as it still jumped and clattered on the rock floor, then stepped back, the blade held the way Sharfy had shown him.

Kiown laughed, though his face showed dark hatred. ‘Had some lessons, have we? Anfen teach you? Not Sharfy, surely. Hope you’re a prodigy. I could kill you bare-handed.’

‘Wouldn’t try it,’ said Case wearily. ‘That was a warning shot. Next one won’t miss you.’

Kiown laughed again. ‘I thought you were fibbing about the weapon. I really did.’

‘It’s like a bow and arrow, or crossbow,’ said Eric. ‘It shoots a little piece of metal, faster than anything you’ve ever heard of. As we speak, Case has it pointed right at your chest. Want to talk honestly for a while?’

Kiown began to speak several times, then he laughed bitterly. ‘I’ve been nothing but honest. This is all a big mistake.’

‘Don’t make me do it, please,’ said Case quietly. ‘I’ve had to do it before. I didn’t like it then, won’t like it any more now. Though it sounds like maybe you deserve it.’

Something in his tone — sombre, regretful — sank in. ‘Fine,’ Kiown muttered. ‘Fine. Let’s talk.’

41

‘Where are you taking us, and why? Let’s start there.’

They’d told Kiown to sit cross-legged, directly in the middle of the platform. Case was behind him, still invisible, Eric to his side, well out of reach of a lunging charge. ‘To Hane,’ Kiown answered, ‘like I told you. I have contacts there.’

‘Then where?’

‘Then to find Anfen,’ said Kiown. ‘Believe it or not, that much is true. I’m supposed to take you back to him then carry on in his group, give them the same story I gave you. I suppose now I’ll have to dump you at his feet and