Kate Mosse - Labyrinth

“Leave the torch there,” Marie-Cecile ordered him. “Come down here where I can see you.”

Slowly, Audric turned round and stepped down from behind the altar.

She was holding an oil lamp in one hand, a pistol in the other. His first thought was how alike they were. The same green eyes, the black hair curling around the beautiful, austere face. With the gold headdress and necklace, the amulets circling her upper arms and her lean, tall body encased in the white robe, she looked like an Egyptian princess.

“You have come alone, Dame?”

“I hardly think it necessary to be accompanied everywhere I go, Monsieur , besides…”

He dropped his eyes to the gun. You do not think I will trouble you,“ he nodded. ”I am old, after all, oc? “ Then he added: ‘But also you do not want anyone else to hear.”

A suggestion of a smile crossed her lips. “Strength lies in secrecy.”

“The man who taught you that is dead, Dame.”

Pain sparked in her eyes. “You knew my grandfather?”

“I knew of him,” he replied.

“He taught me well. Never confide in anyone. Never trust anyone.”

“A lonely way to live, Dame.”

“I do not find it so.”

She had moved round, circling him like an animal stalking its prey, until she had her back to the altar and he was standing in the centre of the chamber, near a dip in the ground.

The grave, he thought. The grave where the bodies were found.

“Where is she?” Marie-Cecile demanded.

He did not answer. “You are much like your grandfather. In character, your features, your persistence. Also, like him, you are misguided.”

Anger flickered across her face. “My grandfather was a great man. He honoured the Grail. He devoted his life to the quest to find the Book of Words , the better to understand.”

“Understand, Dame? Or exploit?”

“You don’t know anything about him.”

“Ah, but I do,” he said softly. “People do not change so very much.” He hesitated. “And he was so close, was he not?” he continued, dropping his voice even further. “A few kilometres further to the west and it would have been him who found the cave. Not you.”

“It makes no difference now,” she said fiercely. “It belongs to us.”

“The Grail belongs to no one. It is not something that can be owned or manipulated or bargained with.”

Audric stopped. In the light of the oil lamp burning on the altar he looked straight into her eyes.

“It would not have saved him,” he said.

From across the chamber, he heard her draw her breath.

“The elixir heals and extends life. It would have kept him alive.”

“It would have done nothing to save him from the illness stripping the flesh from his bones, Dame, any more than it will give you what you desire.” He paused. The Grail will not come for you.“

She took a step towards him. You hope it will not, Baillard, but you’re not sure. For all your knowledge, all your research, you do not know what will happen.“

“You are mistaken.”

“This is your chance, Baillard. After all your years of writing, studying,; wondering. Like me, you have devoted your lifetime to this. You want to see this done as much as I do.”

“And if I refuse to cooperate?”

She gave a sharp laugh. “Come now. You hardly need to ask. My son will kill her, you know that. How he does so – and how long it takes – is up to you.”

Despite the precautions he’d taken, a shiver ran down his spine. Provided Alice stayed where she was, as she had promised, there was no need for alarm. She was safe. It would be over before she realised what was happening.

Memories of Alais – Bertrande too – rushed unbidden into his mind.

Their impetuous nature, their reluctance to ever obey an order, their foolhardy courage.

Was Alice made of the same metal?

“Everything is ready,” she said. “The Book of Potions and the Book of Numbers are here. So if you will just give me the ring and tell me where the Book of Words is concealed…”

Audric forced himself to concentrate on Marie-Cecile, not Alice.

“Why are you certain it is still in the chamber?”

She smiled. “Because you are here, Baillard. Why else would you come? You want to see the ceremony performed, just once before you die. You will put on the robe,” she shouted, suddenly impatient. She gestured with the gun to the piece of white material sitting at the top of the steps. He shook his head and, for a fraction of a second, he saw doubt in her face. “Then you will get me the book.”

He noticed that three small, metal rings had been sunk into the floor of the lower section of the chamber. And he remembered that it was Alice who discovered the skeletons in the shallow grave.

He smiled. Soon, he would have the answers he sought.

“Audric,” Alice whispered, feeling her way down the tunnel.

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She felt the ground sloping down beneath her feet as before. It seemed further this time.

Ahead, in the chamber, she could see a faint glow of yellow light.

“Audric,” she called again, her fears growing.

She walked faster, covering the last few metres at a run, until she burst into the chamber and then stopped dead.

This cannot be happening.

Audric was standing at the foot of the steps. He was wearing a long white robe.

I remember this.

Alice shook the memory from her head. Audric’s hands were tied in front of him and he was tethered to the ground, like an animal. On the far side of the chamber, lit by an oil lamp flickering on the altar, was Marie Cecile de l’Oradore.

“That’s far enough, I think,” she said.

Audric turned, regret and sorrow in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, realising she had ruined everything. “But I had to warn you…”

Before Alice had realised what was happening, someone had grabbed her from behind. She screamed and kicked out, but there were two of them.

It happened like this before.

Then someone called her name. Not Audric.

A wave of nausea swept over her and she started to fall.

“Catch her, you idiots,” Marie-Cecile shouted.

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Guilhem couldn’t catch Alais. She was already too far ahead.

He staggered down the tunnel in the dark. Pain pierced his side where his ribs were cracked, stopping him breathing easily. Alais’ words reeling in his head and fear hardening in his chest kept him going.

The air seemed to be getting colder, chill, as if the life was being sucked out of the cave. He didn’t understand. If this was a sacred place, the labyrinth cave, why did he feel in the presence of such malevolence?

Guilhem found himself standing on a natural stone platform. A couple of wide, shallow steps directly in front led down to an area where the ground was flat and smooth. A calelh was burning on a stone altar, giving a little light.

The two sisters were standing facing one another, Oriane still holding the knife to Bertrande’s throat. Alais was completely still.

Guilhem ducked down, praying Oriane had not seen him. As quietly as he could, he started to edge around the wall, hidden in the shadows, until he was close enough to hear and see what was happening.

Oriane tossed something down on the ground in front of Alais.

“Take it,” she shouted. “Open the labyrinth. I know the Book of Words is concealed here.”

Guilhem saw Alais’ eyes widen in surprise. With shame, he recognized Oriane’s supercilious expression.

“Did you never read the Book of Numbers ? You astound me, sister. The explanation is there for the key.”