Iris Johansen - The Treasure

“Then they’d pursue me for only half my life.”

“Tarik would pay very well,” Selene said. “What do you want?”

“I have what I want.” He waved at the dim room. “Uplifting surroundings. Good company. Fine wine.”

“What do you want?” Selene repeated.

“To live another year.”

“If we promised to see that Nasim did not know-”

“He would know.” His gaze fastened on her face. “You’re very determined. Why me? There are other warriors. I grant you, not as magnificent as me. And not many who would face Nasim, but I could name you one or two.”

“I want you.”

His eyes gleamed. “I told you I was weary. But if you insist, I’ll try to-”

“Stop it.” She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. “You’re trying to discourage me. You’ll not succeed that way.”

“And the suggestion of intimacy is beginning to annoy me.” Kadar smiled sardonically. “Selene feels your involvement was meant to be. In truth, your appearance at this particular time and place seems heaven-sent.”

“I have nothing to do with heaven and no credentials from that quarter.”

“I don’t care. I need you,” Selene said. “Ware trusted you. If you help us, I promise you won’t be hurt by it.”

Kadar pressed her shoulder. “Let’s leave him to think about it. We’ll be at the villa. When your head is clearer, perhaps you’ll let us know your decision.”

She reluctantly rose to her feet. She supposed Kadar was right. They were making little progress with Vaden. “Help us. Nasim is a monster. He hurts everyone.”

Vaden looked at her, his eyes blue and cool as a mountain lake. “Did he hurt you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “He hurt me.”

He glanced down into his wine. “He hasn’t hurt me.”

She turned on her heel and strode toward the door.

Kadar caught up with her outside. “It’s not entirely hopeless.”

“I don’t see how it could be any worse.”

“I’m not certain. It’s hard to judge what Vaden’s thinking.”

“He told us what he was thinking. No.”

“That doesn’t mean that will be his final decision. Even Ware was never quite sure of Vaden. We’ll wait for a few days and then I’ll approach him again.”

“I don’t know if I still want his help. He’s an arrogant, self-indulgent, brutal-”

“And a greater warrior than even Ware. You want him.”

She sighed. “Yes, I want him.”

Vaden appeared at the villa two days later. He wore light armor that shone bright in the afternoon sunlight. He was clean, sober, and even more startlingly comely in daylight.

“Good heavens,” Layla murmured as she saw him walking up the steps. “Magnificent. Who is this?”

“Vaden. And I’m sure he’d agree with you.” Selene eagerly moved forward to greet him. “You came. Why?”

“Lady Selene.” He bowed. “It was necessary. I ran out of wine.”

“We have a plentiful supply here.” Kadar strolled forward to stand beside Selene.

“Good. Then my journey won’t be for nothing.” His gaze traveled around the anteroom and rested on a bust of Pope Giulano. “I’d forgotten. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten rid of that statue of His Holiness.”

“Why? It’s well executed,” Tarik said. “Everything in the villa is extremely well done. Your mother had excellent taste.”

“She had no taste of her own. She studied His Holiness’s likes and whims and gave him what he wanted.” His tone was without expression. “She was a mirror.” He turned to Kadar. “The wine and then conversation. Shall we go out onto the terrace?” He didn’t wait for an answer but strode out of the antechamber.

“It seems we shall,” Tarik murmured. “Do you suppose I should remind him he’s no longer master here?”

“I doubt if it would do any good.” Selene hurried after Vaden, followed by Kadar, Layla, and Tarik.

“You paid too much, Tarik.” Vaden was leaning on the balustrade, his back to the garden. “I would have taken much less to rid myself of this place.”

“I know.” Tarik seated himself on the bench. “But then guilt would have marred my enjoyment.”

“It’s the bane that rules his life,” Layla said.

Vaden turned to her. “And you are?”

“Layla.”

“Tarik’s wife.” Kadar poured a goblet of wine and carried it to Vaden. “Your wine. Must we wait until you finish before we start?”

“Nothing should interfere with a fine goblet of wine.” Vaden smiled. “But I suppose I could make an exception.”

“You’ve decided to help us?” Selene asked.

“If you can meet my price.”

“We’ll meet it.”

“Don’t be so eager,” Tarik said. “It’s my money pouch you’re depleting.”

“But you’re clearly a wealthy man,” Vaden said. “Only the very rich can afford to suffer guilt.”

“What’s your price?”

“First tell me what my part is in this endeavor.”

“What you always do: You and your force will attack when we deem it necessary,” answered Selene.

“When I deem it necessary,” Kadar said. “An army with too many heads tends to get them all chopped off.”

“And that’s why I’ll make the decisions,” Vaden said.

Kadar shook his head. “I know Nasim, and your part in this may be minor depending on how we can position him.”

“My part is never minor.” He met Kadar’s gaze and then shrugged. “But we can decide details later.”

It was a major victory, Selene thought, and one she hadn’t expected Kadar to win. “First we have to find Nasim. We think he’s somewhere near Rome.”

“Pompeii,” Vaden said. “The assassins never venture too near any city in Christendom. Fear is one of their weapons, and distance lends mystery. Nasim and his men have set up camp above the ruins.”

“How do you know?” Selene asked.

“This is Rome. It’s the place of my birth. I make it my business to know everything that happens here.”

“Then you knew Nasim was here when we first spoke to you.”

“I knew he was near, and I located him yesterday morning.” Vaden’s smile was angelically beautiful. “But I hadn’t run out of wine yet.”

She wanted to hit him. She drew a deep breath. “Nasim is searching for us. We have to strike before he finds out where we are.”

“We could try to draw him here.” Vaden glanced around the cool tiled beauty of the terrace. “In fact, I think that’s a splendid idea. The villa would make a fine battleground. If Nasim rode his horses through here, we could rid Tarik of several of those abominable statues.”

“That’s not amusing,” Tarik said. “You obviously not only intend to beggar me but to deprive me of my property.”

“Well, we probably couldn’t lure him here anyway,” Vaden said. “We’ll have to rely on attack.”

“We can lure him. We have something he wants,” Kadar said. “But we’ll have to choose a better place than the villa.”

Vaden’s eyes narrowed. “What do you have that Nasim wants?”

“It’s none of your concern,” Layla said.

“Everything that affects my life and that of my men is my concern.” He paused. “Is it the golden coffer?”

Layla stiffened. “How did you know of-”

“Rumors.” His gaze shifted to Tarik. “There were many interesting stories swirling about you when I sold you this villa. I was almost tempted to reach out and take the coffer myself.”

“It was fortunate you didn’t try.”

“I wouldn’t judge Nasim to be a man who’d be interested in a small treasure. What’s in the coffer?”

“You know enough,” Layla said.

“No, he’s right,” Selene said. “He risks his life. There’s only a grail in the coffer.”