Marc Chadbourn - The Devil in green

'Stop grinning, you'll hurt your jaw, you stupid idiot,' Mallory said before marching out. Alone in the beautiful morning, he thought he might cry again.

In the afternoon, he sought out Daniels who had taken a shack near to the cathedral. Gardener was there, sitting quietly next to the bed in which Daniels slept peacefully. The Geordie looked up, but his face gave nothing away.

'What do you miss about the old days, Mallory?' he asked by way of greeting.

'I miss never being able to hear The Wannadies again. And all the other oldies.'

Gardener mused. 'I used to like The Animals, meself. Local lads, you know.' He glanced at Daniels and seemed happy that his breathing was regular. 'It seemed simpler back then. I mean, the bloody world was a mess, right? But it was simpler. When you did something, you pretty much knew what the repercussions would be. And they were never that bad… know what I'm saying? Never life or death.'

'Yeah, these are bastard times, Gardener.' Mallory noticed that the Geordie's hands were shaking continually. 'How's he doing?'

'Aye, he's a strong lad… for a queer, y'know.' He bit his lip. 'I'll be keeping an eye on him… making sure he pulls through.' 'He's got a tough life ahead of him. One eye. No…' He nodded in the direction of Daniels' groin.

'I'll be keeping an eye on him.'

There were a million things Mallory could have said — accusations, castigation, blame — but he could see that Gardener had been through them all himself. He settled on, 'You staying here?'

'I think he'll be sticking around. The reasons why he came here haven't changed. He'll be needing some company, I suppose. Some of the blokes around here, they're right miserable bastards. They won't understand him.' A juddering sigh made him catch his breath. 'How about you?'

'Moving on. Pretty much outstayed my welcome, I think.'

'You'll be missed, Mallory.'

'Yeah, but not by you, you Geordie bastard.' He made to go, but had the urge to speak the truth, for once. 'There's hope for you yet, Gardener.'

The gratitude in Gardener's face was so intense it was almost childlike. 'We all want saving, Mallory,' he said. 'All of us.'

At four p.m., Mallory was saddling up the horses he had bought in town with an excessive chunk of the cathedral gold. He'd also acquired some food, a tent, cooking utensils, a blanket, and couldn't think of anything else he needed in the world — apart from Sophie. As he finished up, James wandered into the stables looking ten years older than the last time Mallory had seen him.

'Are you sure you won't stay?' James said, after they'd got the usual perfunctory conversation out of the way. 'There's even more of a need for the Knights Templar now.' He smiled. 'More importantly, there's a need for good men like you.'

'You're such a bullshitter, James. God knows how you got wrapped up in all this religion shit.'

James laughed heartily.

'See, you're not even offended. They'll be drumming you out of the Christian Army.'

'Well?'

Mallory checked the straps of the pack on the horse so that James couldn't see any truth in his eyes. 'No. Despite all your flattery — and believe me, I love to have my ego massaged — I've got places to be.'

'Oh?'

'Yeah, Sophie — the bane of my life, apparently — she's leaving that Celtic Nation bollocks to the rest of her shiftless, lazy clan. She's decided we ought to be searching for the other three Brothers and Sisters of Dragons so all us losers can get together for a party. Or something. She thinks it's important. And if it keeps me off my knees, praying, I'm all for it.'

'You'll make a good Brother of Dragons, Mallory.'

'Shut up, you old fool.' He stifled a laugh. 'You're a sucker for punishment if you're thinking of maldng a go of it here.'

'Someone has to. This religion has a lot going for it, you know: salvation, sacrifice, redemption, universal love.'

'Well, that's an opinion. But if you want to get back on Sunday prime time, you'd better choose your leaders more wisely. And here's a tip: don't forget the one rule.'

'What's that?'

'Be good.'

Mallory mounted the horse and led it and its partner out into the fading light. 'You've got to start believing in something some time, Mallory,' James called after him. But it was delivered in such a way that the irony was evident.

Miller came running up before Mallory had got far out of the stables. 'You weren't going to go before I had time to say goodbye, were you?'

'Apparently not.'

Miller looked up at him with something a little more sublime than hero worship. 'I'll miss you, Mallory.'

Mallory winced; his failures were still too close for him to move beyond them. 'Just be careful they don't lock you up in a box in the cathedral, Miller.'

Miller smiled. 'It's a good job you're going, Mallory — for you. I know all your secret codes now… in everything you say. You can't fool me.'

'Miller, you are so wrong, you've got wrong tattooed on your forehead.'

'Just tell me one thing, Mallory.'

'Go on — hit me.'

'What did you do before you came here? I need to know… so I can understand you.'

For an instant, Mallory felt as though night had fallen in his mind. But then it cleared, and he looked around him, at the brothers shuffling towards compline, and the buildings, and the darkening sky where the first stars were appearing. 'You know what, Miller. It doesn't matter.' And he was right.

They spotted Sophie approaching from the flourishing groves where she had been meditating quietly. She smiled and waved.

'Don't let her lead you astray, Mallory,' Miller teased in his innocent fashion. 'She's an infidel. And, by God, she's a woman.' 'She's my Combat Honey, Miller, and don't you forget it. She could hold her own with any knight.'

'You're a lucky man, Mallory.'

'Yeah, that's the bit I don't get. Everybody keeps telling me I'm a lucky man, but nobody tells her how lucky she is. What's that all about?'

Sophie gave Miller a big hug and whispered something in his ear; they both looked at Mallory and laughed. He looked away impassively, and that made them laugh all the more.

Then Miller came over and shook Mallory's hand. 'You look after yourself,' he said, both seriously and honestly.

'I'll do that. And you, too, Miller.'

Miller flashed them both a smile before slipping off into the twilight.

'He's got great things ahead of him,' Mallory said. 'I tell you, in a few years' time they'll be writing stories about him. That'll never happen to you and me.'

'Speak for yourself.' Sophie mounted the horse and together they trotted out towards the shattered gates. 'You sure you still want to do this, Mallory?' she asked.

'If you go, I'll go with you. If you stay, I'll wait.'

She glanced at him askance. 'Are you being sarcastic?'

'I don't know the meaning of the word.'

He spurred his horse, and they moved out into a better world.