Ricardo Pinto - The Chosen

'She prefers that the son who wears the Masks should be her creature,' said Left-Hanus.

'And what place has she made for you?' asked Carnelian.

The Hanuses both beamed. 'We have been promised power,' they chorused.

'You think you can trust her? She has killed her own daughter and now…'

'Her son?' suggested Left-Hanus.

'It is said that there are carnivorous saurians that when caged will devour even their offspring. Yet these same creatures will allow tiny birds to pick ticks from their hide,' his brother said.

'She will swat you like a gnat.'

'We have taken precautions,' said Left-Hanus.

The very act of making us her instrument has made her vulnerable to us,' said Right-Hanus. 'If news of this crime were ever to reach the Great and the Wise, both powers would rise against her.'

'Against them both not even she could prevail,' said Left-Hanus.

'So now you come to spill our blood yourselves?'

The Hanuses looked shocked. 'Not so, my Lord, not so,' said Right-Hanus.

'We merely came… to gloat,' said Left-Hanus.

They brought their faces very close to Carnelian. 'We have waited long for our revenge,' they said together.

'Revenge? Revenge on us? On me?'

The syblings made vague gestures. The Chosen, the House of the Masks…' said Left-Hanus.

'… even the Empress,' said Right-Hanus.

'Look at us… we are an abomination,' said Left-Hanus.

'You cannot imagine the unending horror of our lives,' said his brother.

'But this was done to you by the Wise.' 'Haaagh! They are machines,' said Left-Hanus.

'Blind instruments wielded by Chosen hands,' said Right-Hanus.

'You too are Chosen. Look, you wear a blood-ring.'

The faces sneered and spoke together. 'We are freaks, merely symbols of the Twin Gods created as a decoration for the court, nothing more.'

'I have always treated you with respect,' said Osidian.

'Aaagh, certainly you have talked to us…' said Left-Hanus.

'… but with respect?' said Right-Hanus.

They shook their head, lips pursed up to their noses. 'Not respect… most certainly not respect.'

'Now, condescension…?' said Left-Hanus.

'But we prattle on. We must have your blood-rings.' The syblings gathered up their cloak and robes and, crouching, tucked them into their lap. Their faces grimaced with the effort, causing the flesh joining them to ruck. 'You are very bloody, my Lords,' said Right-Hanus. They both looked frightened. The barbarians have played with you?'

They did not cut you, remove any flesh?' demanded Left-Hanus.

'No matter. We will just have to have you examined.' They frowned, and came close enough for Carnelian to see the pores in their white skin. He felt them fumbling his fingers. His ring was tugged off.

'Aaah,' sighed the syblings, as they sat back holding the ring.

'My father will punish you,' said Carnelian.

'Even now, He-who-goes-before searches frantically,' said Right-Hanus.

'He will find nothing,' said Left-Hanus. Then it will be he that will be punished.'

Carnelian remembered Molochite's threat and shuddered.

'And now yours, Celestial,' said the syblings as their bulk engulfed Osidian. When they had Osidian's ring, they sat back. They put the rings carefully away. The Empress demands proof.' They were about to heave themselves up.

'One last matter, Celestial,' said Left-Hanus.

The syblings brought their faces close to Osidian, who strained to turn away. Both spat. Right-Hanus watched the spittle running down the side of Osidian's face with a sigh of pleasure that was almost sexual. They stood up.

Osidian's eyes came up dark fire.

'Put away your oh so terrible glare, nephew. Your days of power are over,' sneered Right-Hanus.

'We do not fear you now. Soon you will be dead,' said his brother.

'Nothing will ever be found to put inside a tomb,' said Right-Hanus.

They snapped their fingers.

'It will be as if you had never been at all,' said Left-Hanus.

'Alas, you will be quickly forgotten,' his brother said.

'You would not dare spill his blood,' cried Carnelian. The very earth of the Isle would cry out.'

'It will not be done here. The Empress was most insistent on that.'

'You will both be taken out beyond the Sacred Wall and there, in the polluted outer world, you will die,' said Left-Hanus.

'How can you hope to get us through the Three Gates unseen?' Carnelian asked.

There was a grinding sound behind him. The syblings looked up and covered their faces with the mask. 'Soon my Lord will see.' They stood up and walked out of sight.

Carnelian could hear one of the syblings' voices speaking Vulgate. He heard many feet coming back. He saw the boss, Rud and others of the Brotherhood. They crowded him and lifted him.

'By the horns, they're heavy,' said one.

Carnelian was half lifted, half dragged round the wooden rib he had been leaning against. The Hanuses stood, a shrouded immensity. On either side of the sybiings stood two huge earthenware pots as round as pomegranates, daubed with red ochre, eared with many handles. Both pots were tall enough to come up to the syblings' waist.

'Your palanquins await you, my Lords,' chorused the Hanuses' voices.

'You are going to put us in those?' said Carnelian in horror, staring.

The double mask inclined its rightmost eyeslit to one of the pots. 'I need hardly tell you how difficult it was to procure two funerary urns large enough.'

'Alive?'

'Oh yes, my Lord, very much alive,' said Left-Hanus.

'You cannot hope to gag us so that no sound will be heard,' Carnelian said in quick desperation.

'My Lord should not worry about that. He will be drugged,' said Left-Hanus.

'In his urn, my Lord will dream like a foetus in a womb,' his brother said.

Carnelian was set on the edge of the urn. They leaned him back. The urn's lip bit into his spine and thighs. Supporting his weight, they took his ankles and folded his legs up against his chest so that his chin jammed between his kneecaps. They squeezed him closed then packed him into the urn. Its glazed cavity pressed tight over more and more of his skin. The feeling of being trapped was squeezing a scream out. The cruel satisfaction already in their eyes made him swallow it like a knife.

His buttocks touched the bottom. His spine pressed into the urn's curve. His knees speared into his chest. He could just manage to see over the urn's lip. He strained against the urn but it was as if he had been built into a wall. He took swift shallow little breaths, trying to control the panic.

The Hanuses hovered above him like a thundercloud. The curtains of their cloak parted and their gleaming double mask descended, coming close enough to almost lean its two chins on the rim of the urn. Right-Hanus' whisper came from behind the gold. The Empress bade us tell you that even if you had not been involved in the destruction of the Lord Nephron, she would still have found a way to encompass your ruin.'

This she has done for your mother's sake,' whispered Left-Hanus.

The flame of your life was lit from hers before you blew it out. The loss of freedom, the colours of this world, were as nothing to losing her sister.'

As the mask began to rise like a double sun, Carnelian found enough breath to say, 'How…?'

The mask paused in its ascent. Its two eyeslits turned to look down at him. 'How…?' said the gold. 'How were you taken?'

Carnelian closed his eyes and opened them again instead of a nod.

'It was you yourself that gave us victory. Once Imago brought you to us…' The syblings made a grabbing gesture, the sign for capture.

'Jaspar?' Carnelian gasped, and dizzied, struggling to suck in breath.

'Imago Jaspar, yes, it was he. He told the Empress that you might bear watching, that you were the Lord Suth's fatal weakness. We saw you in the library, we saw you in the Yden.'